lessons learned

this post is mostly about the triumph, so if you're not interested i suggest you skip it and read the next post. or fuck off.

i changed the radiator juice to a proper one which is supposed to work in the tropics instead of the permafrost other parts of the world experience. parts like the uk, where a one-degree increase in temperature will see people dropping dead in the streets. anyway the engine seems cooler now, though only marginally. i'll have to ride it a couple more times to let the stuff run through the system before i can really tell the difference. if i still decide it's too hot there's one last resort i could use, but i'll just observe the situation before going to extremes.

i'll probably never buy another riding jacket from scandinavia too, because that's also one of those fair weather countries and my developed-and-made-in-scandinavia riding jacket serves as my own personal popcorn sachet.

i also readjusted the suspensions in a bid to find a more compliant situation on the roads, because the roads are not a track and some bumpy stretches actually succeeded in pitching me off the saddle. not the most pleasant thing to happen near the century mark while leaned over. one thing to note about working on the bike, or any vehicle, is that it's so much easier in daylight. i know because i did the previous suspension adjustments in the fucking dark.

i had some errands to run today and i'd already made up my mind yesterday to take the bike. seeing as i'd been reading up on a couple of the most interesting technical riding manuals i'd ever come across, given to me by chinky no less, i thought today'd be a good time to practice some of those techniques, as well as test out the new suspension settings.

but the weather thought otherwise, and dark clouds hovered overhead throughout the day. son of a bitch. i was tempted to just screw it and ride anyway, when the clouds turned darker still. fuck, you win. so i borrowed mom's car for the errands and two hours later when i reached home not a single sodding drop of rain had arrived. the motherfucking sky almost gave me a fucking stroke. ruined my fucking day. i'm sorry if some people suffered my lousy mood today.

on the slightly more mundane side of things, i also dipped the headlights because i found out i'd unwittingly become one of those idiotic assholes with permanent high beams. those englishers must have rather squinty eyes.

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i've been learning many lessons in different aspects of my life; some technical knowledge, some general information, mostly important ones. nothing bad happened for these lessons to take place, just a slight review of past and present events. prompted by boredom but ultimately beneficial.

i'm over it

let's say you're driving your mitsoobroo gtrx12345 sti on your way to somewhere. up comes another fast car and the two of you end up scrambling for first place. finally one of you ends up triumphant. typical everyday situation isn't it?

okay, now what?

oh sure, you might argue that that stupid little shitbox driver needs to be taught a lesson in manners, or you just want to prove that your lesser car is capable of winning some supercar, or that the little victory is your daily adrenaline intake, just to get your fucking day started.

i used to be one of those aggressive drivers who'd jump on the starboard pedal the first chance i got, until one day someone asked me a question: and then what? and damned if i could come up with an answer to satisfy even myself. lol! the little road disputes here are only won or lost based on how big you think your balls are, both to the other driver and to any potentially camping constable, but now that i remove myself from this stupid little game i realise just how meaningless it all is.

and having the privilege of choosing between two fast cars and an uber lux one only strengthens my point. why shorten the lifespan of my engines just to win some idiot? there's no point trying with those i already know are losers. now when someone ticks me off i'll just relax back into the seat and think of cats sleeping on marshmallows. there's nothing to prove.

this could be due to the recent opportunity of driving my dad's car around for a week while he went to china with mom. i'll codename it the tank because that's what it is. it was so big and comfy that i actually wanted every journey to last longer. i just couldn't be bothered with those little street or highway squirts anymore.

or maybe life's catching up with me. at the ripe old age of 28. heh.

of course, i'll still stretch my legs from time to time, and give the cars a workout; they're sports cars after all. but only on an empty road where there's no one to disturb. and i enter no boy-toy challenge.

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some sharp-eyed people might discover that i've edited or deleted some old posts. i used to think they all represent parts of a whole, part of me. but that's bullshit. i've deleted those irrelevant posts and pictures that do not contribute to my future.