The Cafe Racer is a different breed, and we have our own situations. Pure speed in sixth gear on a 5000-foot straightaway is one thing, but pure speed in third gear on a gravel-strewn downhill ess-turn is quite another.
But we like it. A thoroughbred Cafe Racer will ride all night through a fog storm in freeway traffic to put himself into what somebody told him was the ugliest and tightest decreasing-radius turn since Genghis Khan invented the corkscrew.
Cafe Racing is mainly a matter of taste. It is an atavistic mentality, a peculiar mix of low style, high speed, pure dumbness, and overweening commitment to the Cafe Life and all its dangerous pleasures... I am a Cafe Racer myself, on some days - and it is one of my finest addictions.
I am not without scars on my brain and my body, but I can live with them. I still feel a shudder in my spine every time I see a picture of a Vincent Black Shadow, or when I walk into a public restroom and hear crippled men whispering about the terrifying Kawasaki Triple... I have visions of compound femur-fractures and large black men in white hospital suits holding me down on a gurney while a nurse called "Bess" sews the flaps of my scalp together with a stitching drill.
Ho, ho. Thank God for these flashbacks.
~Song of the Sausage Creature
Welcome to Gonzo Mafia, you whimpering little jellyfish. You’ve been running around here for far too long like the man in the gray flannel suit trying to catch his morning train, and it’s a damn bore. It’s a bore to me, and it is more certainly a drag for the agents of The Fear. Sure, there used to be a time when they were complacent to sink their claws in you and bat you around like so many other mutilated rodents, but that was then. This is now, buddy boy. Now is the time of gnashing teeth and rending flesh and grinding your bones into manageable pieces that can easily pass when they shit you out the other end.
So, what are you going to do? Are you going to lie down on the field of battle and wait for the enemy to pass, or are you going to get up and show you actually have some kind of reason for being alive? Are you a punk or a are you a Café Racer?
Sotty7 survived and wins! As do Jahudo and Cobalt.
Cobalt
Jahudo
Percy,
ekiM,
Jack
hohum,
Zachrulez,
xRECKONERx,
Vi,
Amished
Debonair Danny DiPietro,