Greetings
I've been pondering this for a few days now......so tell me what exactly is a Kookaloo? Is it related to the Kookaburra?
Kookaloo came from one of our forum founders, Frank Moore (racerman 27410)....or rather his little sister....read on...
Quote from: racerman_27410 on September 27, 2011, 12:38:48 AM
Quote from: CanDman on September 26, 2011, 10:19:05 PM
what the heck is KOOKALOO????? AND WHERE DID IT COME FROM? (popcorn)
Long story short....
My little sister coined the term.....she started riding when she was 8 and had been riding the YZ80 i bought for her for about 2 years... she used to watch me and after months of ass busting by the little beast she finally learned how to pop a wheelie........
finally she got the knack of it.... i mean she got really good at riding a 2 stroke wheelie, changing gears and everything on one wheel. That race kitted YZ80 was not easy to ride in the least either... lots of grown men had been thrown off the back of it but i digress......
I would sit out front and watch her practice for hours (she wasnt allowed to ride un supervised) and when she would really get into a good wheelie, she would shift into 4th gear and keep the bike balanced right on the pipe with judicious throttle control.... it was fun to watch. (especially after watching her bust her ass so many times learning the wheelie)
She didnt even realize she was screaming anything... it was just a natural expression of happiness for her and her one wheel mastery of the YZ80 beast.
I just picked up on it .... i guess it's use would be like"Kind regards"or "best wishes" except i wish everyone the feeling of the thrill! In present company everyone knows the rush of the FJ when the tach swings into the upper range so i guess it was kind of natural for them to pick up on it.
How do you explain to people that you use a word that doesnt really exist to describe an emotional state that really does exist! :biggrin:
one must experience it in order to know it.
imagine Barney Fife (of Andy Griffith show ) doing the call of the red crested lake lure...... HOoty Hoooooo! and you will know how it's supposed to sound !
now you know.
Kookaloo! (get some whenever you can, however you can) :good2:
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KOokaloo! :yahoo:
I think Marsh should make the Kookaloo a sticky thread so that the new members dont have to keep asking, as it is a very intriguing word.
What the rest of yous think?
NOW I know! I've seen it used much around here, but never knew. Good idea posting it here.
Actually, I thought it was some unusual Australian term, since the Aussies have a large presence here.
Whenever I see or hear an acronym or a "slangy" term I don't recognize, I run it through:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=KOokaloo (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=KOokaloo)
and see if its been added to the world vernacular.
Parents, you can now keep up with your kids' lingo. Be afraid!
Quote from: Lotsokids on September 29, 2011, 01:16:11 AM
Actually, I thought it was some unusual Australian term, since the Aussies have a large presence here.
Bewdy bonzer mate. Now we know what it means.
BTW, we Aussies don't use any unusual terms, because if we did, we would we up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe using dogs as paddles. We would be busier than a long tailed rat in a room full of rocking chairs, and flat out like a lizard drinking, trying to explain ourselves to the rest of the world, ok, cobber?
Having said that...its AFL Grand Final day and I'm as dry as a dead dingos donger. Time to grab another tinny from the back of the ute.
Thanks for clarifying the kookaloo thing...
Regards to all
Mark
I let a good friend borrow my FJ for the weekend. As soon as he got it to his house on Saturday, he called me and yelled, "HOLY FASTEST BIKE ON THE PLANET!!!" I got the bike back this morning (Monday). His eyes were big and he was shaking a little describing the experience as the tach climbed toward the red.
So I mentioned the "Kookaloo" topic here and it's history. He laughed and said, "That's IT." :yahoo:
Quote from: Lotsokids on October 03, 2011, 02:27:16 PM
I let a good friend borrow my FJ for the weekend. As soon as he got it to his house on Saturday, he called me and yelled, "HOLY FASTEST BIKE ON THE PLANET!!!" I got the bike back this morning (Monday). His eyes were big and he was shaking a little describing the experience as the tach climbed toward the red.
So I mentioned the "Kookaloo" topic here and it's history. He laughed and said, "That's IT." :yahoo:
LOL thats great!
.... my little sister thinks it funny that i still KOokaloo! so many years after she invented the "word".
Quote from: eddohawk on September 30, 2011, 03:41:16 PM
Having said that...its AFL Grand Final day and I'm as dry as a dead dingos donger. Time to grab another tinny from the back of the ute.
Thanks for clarifying the kookaloo thing...
Regards to all
Markiz
hope you had a dogs eye with dead horse to go with ya footy mate , was I xxxx cb or Melbourne bitter , or bloody fosters to wash it down ya cake hole. :wacko3:
Quote from: fj11.5 on October 03, 2011, 03:51:10 PM
Quote from: eddohawk on September 30, 2011, 03:41:16 PM
Having said that...its AFL Grand Final day and I'm as dry as a dead dingos donger. Time to grab another tinny from the back of the ute.
Thanks for clarifying the kookaloo thing...
Regards to all
Markiz
hope you had a dogs eye with dead horse to go with ya footy mate , was I xxxx cb or Melbourne bitter , or bloody fosters to wash it down ya cake hole. :wacko3:
Fosters will do if there's no decent beer around, I guess...
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Randy..... I'm bit worried about the angle of the pinky finger there mate.
Hahahaha.
Harvy
I think that is sign language for "I need another beer"
:drinks:
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 04:56:46 PM
Randy..... I'm bit worried about the angle of the pinky finger there mate.
Hahahaha.
Harvy
T'was a little salute to Klavdy... he said that's the way real Aussies drink it. :good:
NO!..... real Aussies don't drink that rubbish!
lol
Harvy
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 05:10:45 PM
NO!..... real Aussies don't drink that rubbish!
lol
Harvy
I can believe that... it was still better than the other crap the beer guy lugged up there. :pardon:
Quote from: rktmanfj on October 03, 2011, 05:38:26 PM
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 05:10:45 PM
NO!..... real Aussies don't drink that rubbish!
lol
Harvy
I can believe that... it was still better than the other crap the beer guy lugged up there. :pardon:
Honestly - I don't think you could buy Fosters in Australia if you tried - not that you would want to try. Also - there is no such thing as Coors Light over there either...weird place...
Well ya see Marsh, dishwater is used for washin dishes, not drinkin!
hahahaha
I personally like a beer with a bit of body to it. Been a Tooheys OLD drinker for a few years now.
And that my friends is some statement, considering I'm originally from Victoria, and no Victorian would have been caught dead drinking a NSW brew back when I was a lad.
Cheers
Harvy
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 09:49:27 PM
I personally like a beer with a bit of body to it. Been a Tooheys OLD drinker for a few years now.
And that my friends is some statement, considering I'm originally from Victoria, and no Victorian would have been caught dead drinking a NSW brew back when I was a lad.
Cheers
Harvy
Yeah! And that parochialism extends also to what footy team you barrack for and even what game is called "footy". As for the brand of beer ...... Fosters, the brewer of most 'Aussie' beers, is now owned by a furrin mob.
Arnie
Quote from: Marsh White on October 03, 2011, 09:04:52 PM
Quote from: rktmanfj on October 03, 2011, 05:38:26 PM
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 05:10:45 PM
NO!..... real Aussies don't drink that rubbish!
lol
Harvy
I can believe that... it was still better than the other crap the beer guy lugged up there. :pardon:
Honestly - I don't think you could buy Fosters in Australia if you tried - not that you would want to try. Also - there is no such thing as Coors Light over there either...weird place...
IIRC, Coors Light was the other swill the poor guy was trying to sell, heh.
Quote from: rktmanfj on October 06, 2011, 09:55:04 AM
IIRC, Coors Light was the other swill the poor guy was trying to sell, heh.
Why, wasn't beer allowed?
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 09:49:27 PM
I personally like a beer with a bit of body to it. Been a Tooheys OLD drinker for a few years now.
I would have thought a Coopers Stout would have been right up your alley?
I'm with Harvy on this one. Tooheys Old is a great drop, been drinking it for 25+ years, although Coopers Stout is right up there with it.
Always interesting to see the different beers across the globe, quite lucky where I am as they make some decent ones and they sell it at all kinds of events, although...(http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-forum/hijacked.gif) (http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys.php)
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Quote from: rktmanfj on October 03, 2011, 05:06:10 PM
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 04:56:46 PM
Randy..... I'm bit worried about the angle of the pinky finger there mate.
Hahahaha.
Harvy
T'was a little salute to Klavdy... he said that's the way real Aussies drink it. :good:
My first Kookaloo was about 800m down the road from the dealers yard on the motorway onramp on the test ride... Before I found this forum and before I'd even bought the bike, having just got off my very tired 83 VF750 Sabre, my initial translation of it was "S**t I'm about to fall off the back!!!"
But Kookaloo works pretty damn good... :yahoo:
I was used to being able to go WOT in 1st and 2nd without sliding back in the seat... wow.. Only if you're hanging on and braced now!
Quote from: tmkaos on October 20, 2011, 04:47:24 PM
My first Kookaloo was about 800m down the road from the dealers yard on the motorway onramp on the test ride... Before I found this forum and before I'd even bought the bike, having just got off my very tired 83 VF750 Sabre, my initial translation of it was "S**t I'm about to fall off the back!!!"
But Kookaloo works pretty damn good... :yahoo:
I was used to being able to go WOT in 1st and 2nd without sliding back in the seat... wow.. Only if you're hanging on and braced now!
lol thats a good one... your kookaloo -foo is strong! :good2:
yes you must be ready when you unleash what lies inside the FJ beastie..... just imagine it with a light crank . 1349 pistons , cams and some flatslide pumper carbs to make her jump like a bull thats just got the 40 million volt prod.
exponential kookaloo!
Yes....Life is good .... i know as long as i own my FJ i will be able to entertain/scare myself silly anytime i choose!
I know you enjoy your FJ mate!
KOokaloo! ( be ready for it cause you can get it :biggrin:)
Quote from: mst3kguy on October 07, 2011, 10:20:30 PM
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Quote from: rktmanfj on October 03, 2011, 05:06:10 PM
Quote from: Harvy on October 03, 2011, 04:56:46 PM
Randy..... I'm bit worried about the angle of the pinky finger there mate.
Hahahaha.
Harvy
T'was a little salute to Klavdy... he said that's the way real Aussies drink it. :good:
fosters may only be consumed whilst wearing an inxs t shirt, lucky thats the last shirt in the country :sarcastic:
its in the urban dictionary
i found it a little while ago as i was wondering as well
I have experienced this verbal phenominah in the past week since I've brought an '86 FJ back from the grave. It had been sitting in heated storage for over 10 years and with the verbal help and guidance of the great members of this forum it has roared back to life in a big way!! I am loving this bike more and more each day!!
So here's to the FJ!!!! KOOKALOO !!!!!! :yahoo:
Steve
Hi everyone,
I just had to share this with you all.. Just bought a spare bulb kit off a guy who toured Europe on a FJ a few years ago.. We were waxing lyrical about the FJ's on emails when he sent me this gem.. I in turn introduced him to Kookaloo and it's many uses.. Anyway have a read..
I miss my FJ – rode all over the UK and France and Spain on it. Wonderful things! "Accelerate with the relentless inevitability of a falling bomb"... man and pillion on FJ, hurtling up the Pyrenees, feels a bit of a bump halfway up, thinks nothing of it, gets to the top and the pillion looks round and tells him they've snagged a TOUR BUS on the cargo net and dragged it all the way back up the mountain...
Nick
:good2:
Don't you reckon thats our FJ's?
Made me smile.. I can see it happening!
Kookaloo!!!
James
Thought i'd share my "Kookaloo" moment from long ago.......................
7.30am Sunday........Here it is, finally. The corner I had been searching for all morning appeared out of the distance, among the gum trees on the other side of the looming, dilapidated timber bridge. I was hard on the brakes now, trying to wash off the extra 100 klicks I was carrying before I had to negotiate the loose rickety timbers of the old bridge.
My bike had been on song all morning and was responding brilliantly to my carb overhaul. She started life as an '84 FJ1100 and was by now repainted in a gorgeous metallic red and white. My weight pitched forward as I grabbed the front brake lever with even more pressure, forcing the four spots to work hard and I found myself caressing the bars to correct a little shimmy. The rear tyre danced and bounced all over the old country road as it was almost weightless under the brutal deceleration.
Kicking the gear lever back to second I lined up a long weaving plank on the bridge and opened the taps on the heavy throttle. Four butterfly valves snapped open in four carburettors and fed a bucket load of fuel and air to a very healthy motor. The big FJ violently wrenched me forward in a relentless, overwhelming surge of raw unadulterated power as the tacho needle ripped around the dial way past the stock 9500 rpm redline to bury its nose in 11,000 rpm territory. My teeth clenched, my body tense, I am revelling in the sheer intoxicating power and trying to hold her in a straight line as the rear tyre claws for traction all the way from 40 to 100 kmh.
The bridge is gone in an instant and I ram home third gear. Again the rear end snakes around under wheelspin but it is easier to control this time as my road speed is sufficiently high to offer a modicum of stability in a straight line. My chest is right over the tank now and I'm hunched low, waiting .....................
A mere two seconds pass and with the tacho needle buried in the red again I lock home fourth at 160 and peel off into the fast sweeping right hander that is sign posted at 100. I become gentle with the throttle now, rolling it to wide open in a controlled movement as my right boot grinds the tar in a graceful dance. Heeled right over I hold a perfect line through the long corner and the front end gets really light as I stand her back up under full power at 190.
Directly in front of me is my goal. A four kilometre long, slightly undulating country straight with a pretty mountain backdrop. I had spent the last few months waiting for this moment.
The bike feels good .............. Check.
No other vehicles ................. Check.
No obstructions on the road ..... Check.
The big FJ is screaming under me as I wring every last hundred revolutions out of her in fourth and lay almost prone across the tank. A trickle of sweat rolls down my spine under the leathers even though I don't feel hot.
Fifth rams home at 235. things really start to get a little weird now. Tunnel vision creeps in and the edges of the road cease to exist. I can't blink. I dare not risk a look at the instruments as I will cover too much ground when I take my eyes off the road. With my heart in my mouth I look anyway...........255.
An eternity passes and I chew up another 1000 meters before I risk another glance ........... 265 and the speedo needle is rapidly approaching its end.
The wind noise is deafening. It assaults my ears like demented demons screaming in pain right next to me. It is so loud in fact that it is drowning out the big 1100 mill that is wailing away right under me at 10,000+ rpm.
Time has meaning now. I can see the end of the straight around 2000 meters away coming at me fast. Every muscle, every fibre of my body a piece of hardened steel, I wait................
the vibration is amazing now and has reached a level that makes focusing quite difficult.
1500 meters.
All the hair on the back of my neck are standing up.
1000 meters.
Foolishly I glance at the instruments and it takes an eternity to focus on the dials. The speedo needle is past 270 and the tacho reads off at just over 11,000 rpm.
400 meters ....... OH FUCK.
Instantly I button off the throttle and I am pitched forward into the big mushy pillow of air.
300 meters.
Hard on the brakes now, so hard in fact that I dare not squeeze any harder.
200 meters.
Fuck, I'm not going to stop in time. I sit bolt upright at 200 and not protected by the tiny FJ fairing I turn into a human parachute with such violence that it almost tears my hands from the bars.
100 meters.
Down to 170 kmh now and still hard on the brakes. This is going to be close, the tight left-hander is only posted at 80.
20 meters.
The rear end is chattering like a maniac and wandering around like a drunk as I desperately wash off speed. My wrists have a horrible ache. 140 kmh.
I tip her in from way out wide and sweep right down as far I as dare to lean the big girl over. The tyres are on the limit now. I pass the apex and feed in some throttle in third to keep her steady on the way out.
MADE IT !
Pull over.
Light cigarette.................................then another.
It's 20 minutes until I stop shaking.
"Kookaloo" will do that to you !
TeeCee (Memories from 2005)
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I think I still have the originals on my PC somewhere TeeeCeee.
Harvy
Teeeeceeee great read had me on the edge :biggrin: about 210 for me on both the fj and the FJR. thats fast enough to scare the begesus out of me :shok: especially when u see the frigging cowboys around here.
Baldy
Whilst on the subject of explaining strange but brilliant terminology, what is SoCal all about?
i get the southern california abbreviation link, but its also tagged onto other things like 'manners' and 'vibe' and 'attitude'.
Is it an association thing about the city you come from, like in Britain we call the people from that part of the country t**sers!
Socal covers a lot of ground.
San Diego County - The true SoCal. Perfect weather, endless great mountain and desert and canyon and high desert roads. Not many cops. Bike almost 365 days a year and mayber 10 or 14 days a year where you get any rain. Our only weather complaint, and it is really lame, june gloom or May Grey whcih cuts down on sunshie in the morning and afternoon. :negative:
Orange County - with few exceptions and notable and great exceptions - over crowded, San Diego with fake boobs, Disney Land, too much violence, too many cars and people.
LA County - Orange County with many more sets of fake boobs, Hollywood, far too much violence, far too many cars and people, more culture and better restaurants.
SoCal Attitude -
* live and let live, do not tell others what to do and do what you like as long as you do not hurt anyone or be a dick.
* Tell everyone that SoCal actually sucks so they do not want to move here.
* Motorcycle around just about any day of the week and week of the year.
* Go from sea level (next to the beach really and 100 feet from the ocean) to 5,300 feet to below sea level and return in a day getting back in time for a beer well before sunset which will be pretty amazing,
* ride a two hour trip up and down the coast any time you want,
* Sunny and warm most all year long,
* split lanes legally
* Hike anytime, lots of trails
* Go to a Mountain lake and fish
* Swim in theocean
* Enjoy the outdoors and the weather and the wildlfe which is all around us, Dolphins, Whales, seals, sealions, Coyotes, Mountain Lions, all sorts of snakes and birds and weasels (animal) and varmints and rodents.
Oh stop it TerryK! why would i want to leave cold, wet, overpriced under resourced and undersized ol blighty and move to all that! Just one more thing, exactly how many orange counties are there in the US. Either you have some really lazy town planners when it comes to naming ceremonies or somebody loves the copy and paste facility!! i know i went to orange county near florida and dont get me started on the orange county choppers lot!! :dash2:
Kookaloo is what you don't get driving a big v-twin. It is the that wild feeling you get while accelerating and feeling the front tire get light and drift a little. It is the the peak of the orgasmic riding experience. :blush:
If I remember correctly it was a New Zealand or Australian expression of extreme joy.
kookaloo
stress relief at the twist of the throttle
My wife coined another FJ related term. Each time my truck comes in the driveway with another bike she calls me a JINKWAD!!!
Quote from: Goetz on December 30, 2012, 04:15:45 PM
kookaloo
stress relief at the twist of the throttle
Yes. Here it is... captured in video (rolling start).
(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y177/Lotsokids/FJ1200/FJ1200_145.mp4)
Wonderfull thread, great stories, made a dull day at work brigther.
Thank you, all.
Greetings from Norway.
Hasse
Quote from: FJTillDeath on September 28, 2011, 01:16:56 AM
I think Marsh should make the Kookaloo a sticky thread so that the new members dont have to keep asking, as it is a very intriguing word.
What the rest of yous think?
I agree, at this stage, its history and origin are integral to the east coasties if not the whole group.....
ALMOST AS MUCH AS A FJ ownership might have been in the beginning.
Now, "What did you replace your FJ with Rally"
Hi all from East Coast Australia, where we are currently known as Brisbane 1 cos we have your president. Haha! No seriously, we have him....hey why are there three big black FourWheel Drives doing in my driveway? oh oh maybe I shouldn't of said that. ...
Anyways , I would like to say that the term has always intrigued me, and I thought , to be honest, that getting the knowledge of it was something that I would eventually earn amongst the comminity. Gees, its starnge, because I can remember at least ten occasions when sitting at a red light , pondering , just what is Kookaloo? I have thought of simply asking, but I felt that would be a no no for some reason. Dont ask me why! (that would take a trained psychotherapist years to unravel)
So I had so many theories...for example, perhaps the bike produced a noticable sound at just the right rev. like just above idle in fifth, kookaloo kookaloo kookaloo, or at 8000rpm in fifth as the bike goes past you makes a sound like, koooOOOOO KaloooooOOOOOO . I honestly thought that it would become evident only after you owned the bike a while, unless someone told you of course. I really did think that one day, under some condition, when all the stars were aligned that I would hear that sound.
But now that I have been given the history, I do understand. Recently after a conversation with a friend that owns a new Ducati Diavel , I thought I might try and see where the FJ1100 topspeed is, as he had said his Ducati topped out at 285km/h in the Sports Mode(see dictionary for - absolutley insane mode). So as I got to a nice stretch of private highway I warmed the old girl up. At 100 km/h my 1100 rolls along at approx 5000rpm in fifth. I'm not sure if this bike has standard sprockets, it does perform poorly when it comes to highway fuel consumption. So I knocked her back to fourth, climbed to 170 km/h in maybe two seconds, changed to fifth and gave it all it had. Almost instatly im at 200 , I briefly notice that the RPM is bouncing around 7000, but eyes back on the road, still accelerating and going by the sound of the engine, it felt like it had just got to where the power is and I noticed I was doing 230 something by the time I took it off the gas I 'd say that I had to be doing 250 km/h but I wasnt looking at the speedo I can assure you of that. Now I can say Kookaloo and feel that I know, wink wink.
^^^i like this^^^
After reading through this thread, it is obvious that Kookaloo" means lots of things to many people.
My personal feeling is, it is not necessarily the feeling of going flat out to redline (although that is awesome and certainly worth a Kookaloo), but it is the feeling you get when you nail a twisty bit of road or when you go for a ride and at the end all you want to do is get back on the bike and do it again. It is standing back and looking at the bike and just longing to start it.
It is all the feelings of "fuck yeah, this is one cool machine". It is not an expression I have heard of in other bike riding circles (always had Trumpies - Sprint ST 955 and Daytona 675 - before the FJ) and as far as I know there is no other equivalent.
So for all the FJ riders, get your groove on and Kookaloo. Happy travels and keep the rubber down.
Mark
Quote from: Urban_Legend on February 06, 2015, 09:38:13 PM
After reading through this thread, it is obvious that Kookaloo" means lots of things to many people.
My personal feeling is, it is not necessarily the feeling of going flat out to redline (although that is awesome and certainly worth a Kookaloo), but it is the feeling you get when you nail a twisty bit of road or when you go for a ride and at the end all you want to do is get back on the bike and do it again. It is standing back and looking at the bike and just longing to start it.
It is all the feelings of "fuck yeah, this is one cool machine". It is not an expression I have heard of in other bike riding circles (always had Trumpies - Sprint ST 955 and Daytona 675 - before the FJ) and as far as I know there is no other equivalent.
So for all the FJ riders, get your groove on and Kookaloo. Happy travels and keep the rubber down.
Mark
+1 from another Mark :good2:
:good2:from yet another Mark. :yahoo:
Kookaloo is such an appropriate word for an FJ here in Australia.
Our "Kooka" is a native that's laughs it`s head off, a lot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0ZbykXlg6Q (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0ZbykXlg6Q)
While our "Loo" is where you shit yourself! :drinks:
Just got around to reading this one and it was good. We may have one of those Kookaloo things coming. My 15 year old son wants to go fast. The fastest I've ridden with him is about 130 kph. Tomorrow we're going to buy his road warrior gear and maybe Sunday we'll give it a try. :yahoo:
Quote from: Alte Fahrt on April 29, 2016, 01:47:19 PM
Just got around to reading this one and it was good. We may have one of those Kookaloo things coming. My 15 year old son wants to go fast. The fastest I've ridden with him is about 130 kph. Tomorrow we're going to buy his road warrior gear and maybe Sunday we'll give it a try. :yahoo:
Keep in mind - the Kookaloo isn't about velocity alone. It's exhilaration, not just acceleration. It applies to anything that gives you that charge, that thrill in the center of your being.
It's a state of mind. :good:
Went out and spent a small fortune on the little monster. We got him a two piece zip together sheltex suit with pads in all the right places. We bought one that was a little big but he is still growing. We also got a good pair of boots and gloves. We made a test ride with it this morning and he is a happy camper. Just have to hope for good weather tomorrow and remember to charge up the radios.
5:30am Out of bed and take the dog out. He is a little confused since we normally go out about 7:30.
6:00am First cup of coffee and a smoke.
6:15am Second cup of coffee and a smoke. I'm nervous about the ride. It's been about 40 years since I made a high speed run.
6:30am Wake up Markus and tell him to gear up.
6:50am Outside looking over the bike before the ride.
Ride down the road to Wallau and get on the A66. Immediately change to the A3 in the direction of Limburg. As we gain speed a bike goes flying by. Couldn't see what it was but it was wound so tight it sounded like a chain saw. Sunday mornings bring out all the speed demons. I told Markus we would slowly pick up speed and to let me know if it was too fast. Three lanes each way and German law says you drive on the right unless passing. Traffic is light and I'm in the middle lane.
Passing the Medenbach rest area we're running about 160 kph and I move into the left lane. I'll take my chances with the law. Add a little more throttle.
As we pass the Neidernhausen exit I'm on the tank. Markus is trying to make himself as small as possible and hanging on for dear life. Speedo reads about 180.
More gas as we head down the hill to Idstien. Exit sign is somewhat blurred. Speedo reads just over 210. Traffic is coming up from behind so I move into the middle lane. This scares the hell out of me because I'm afraid some slow poke will pull out to pass. A Porsche and a Ferrari go by. The Porsche pulls into the middle lane and the Ferrari roars off. The Porsche and I go back into the left lane as he pulls away.
The Bad Camburg exit is coming up and back off the gas. The old beast reluctantly starts to slow down. We take the exit and cruise down the off ramp. I take a left to go under the autobahn and go back on the other side. Markus asks "Can we stop at the Bad Camburg rest area?" I answer "Yes. Why?" He replies "I need to go to the toilet." I park and he hops off and hands me his helmet. His goes on one mirror and mine on the other. Time for a smoke and to enjoy the speed rush. A few minutes later he comes back with the biggest sh*t eating grin you've ever seen. As we're getting ready to leave I ask him "How fast do you want to go?" His reply was "Faster than normal but not that fast."
We cruise back home at about 150. We pull in the driveway, park, and go inside to get out of all the gear. The wife is just getting up and asks him if we had a good ride. His answer was a resounding "Yes"
He has had that same grin on his face all morning. I just can't help thinking about an old US Army slogan. We do more before 8am than most people do all day long.
Was it a Kookalo? I don't know but I believe it will be my last high speed run. I will turn 62 in less than 2 weeks
:boredom:
Quote from: Alte Fahrt on May 01, 2016, 03:35:19 AM
Was it a Kookalo? I don't know but I believe it will be my last high speed run. I will turn 62 in less than 2 weeks
Yes, it was Kookaloo and I'm pleased you and the young fella could enjoy it together and had fun.
It may be your last high speed ride, but only if you choose it to be, don't cite age as the reason though.
Noel (62 yo and faster than ever!)
Quote from: ribbert on May 01, 2016, 05:32:09 AM
:boredom:Quote from: Alte Fahrt on May 01, 2016, 03:35:19 AM
Was it a Kookalo? I don't know but I believe it will be my last high speed run. I will turn 62 in less than 2 weeks
Yes, it was Kookaloo and I'm pleased you and the young fella could enjoy it together and had fun.
It may be your last high speed ride, but only if you choose it to be, don't cite age as the reason though.
Noel (62 yo and faster than ever!)
Dave (62 yo and trying to be as fast as I was at 22) and he can try to deny it, but after George(Movenon) took over the lead at the last central rally the pace picked up considerably!