Topic: A Story I Wrote Drunk About A Year Ago Called "Ripping The Horizon"

[Really?]

I put this here for your enjoyment.  I was a teen.  Hope you like it, I did.  I still feel the feeling.  Can you feel it?

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Ripping The Horizon


Rolling up Laurel Canyon Blvd from North Hollywood on a hopped up 1100cc Yamaha with thoughts of nothing but beating your inner self and pushing your self to your unknown limits, you see the crest of the hill, front tire lifts from under you, you know it's on. Up on your back wheel, you pull the bike down into your first turn, and you know you and your bike are one, then comes the next turn. Your knee brings up dust from dirt on the side of the road only giving inches to the rubber that owns your life and you meet your next turn. Turn after turn as your helmet pulls your head back from the closeness of each car passing the other way. You know you are on the edge, one mistake and you are gone, your mind cannot conceive what is ahead of you. That next left comes, you see the straightaway, slide the clutch while you are redlining, the front wheel lifts, you see 70 on the speedometer, here comes the right turn, you own it, as the front tire hits you goose it, the back wheel can't hold it. You cross the double yellow line as you hear the high performance exhaust scrape on the concrete, both tires are off the ground and you see the car ahead of you. Your eyes make contact with the underage driver and you both know, what do I do now? The bike tumbles in front of you and everything stops instantly.

At this point you know your oneness has not been beaten. You know the camaraderie cannot be destroyed. You have ripped the horizon and you have conquered.



BTW, this story is true and it happened. I was down a fifth of Knob Creek when I wrote this.

GW

[Sam Green Racing]

Piss head nice story though

Sam.

P.S. it takes one to know one (before you say it )

[Really?]

The beer in England helped me earn that title.  Spent two weeks there, hammered.  The pubs were kewl!  Came back to Texas and noticed my tolerance level shot through the roof.  Now it is top of the line bourbon - Bookers (127 proof), Knob Creek (100 proof), Woodfords Reserve... - dry or on the rocks.

Found a township there with my last name, too kewl.

[Sam Green Racing]

Don't know any towns over here called Whiskey

[Really?]

LMAO

[Really?]

Here is the wiki on the township.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turton_Urban_District

[754]

I hope you learned a lesson and healed from that encounter...













life is 2 short to ride Yamahas...

[Sam Green Racing]

I thought you had been on the booze as well Frank...Then I realised what you were going on about

Giga, Turton is about 18 miles north of me, call in for a cuppa next time you're there.

Sam.

[Really?]

Sam, will do!  Love the stuff!  Still want to try bubble and squeak one day.  My Mum used to talk about.

Nope Frank, still got a yammi in the stable, lol.  A V4 1200 at that.  Honda will dominate the stable one day (a second one), lol.

[Sam Green Racing]

I'm not sure what bubble and squeak tastes like but it may vairy as it can be made with vairious left overs.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble_and_Squeak

Sam.

[mcpuffett]

I was brought up on Bubble n Squeak as my step mum was from darn sarf    liked it then and still like it now (potatoes n cabbage n plenty of brown sauce), cheers Mick.