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  • Birthday 01/02/1972

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  1. Not that it matters and not that I expect anyone had noticed, but to those who sent me "where are you?" I would like to say I am back. Not only that I am officially returning to VFRD after nearly 2 months break but I have also ridden my Hawk last weekend and had FUN! Let me restate that; I had major fun riding! Something I have almost given up on. Most of you have been riding your whole adult lives and riding is not only a hobby to you, it is part of you. But I started riding three years ago and even though I have encounter some setbacks, till this spring I loved riding with whole my heart. However, I have always considered riding as my hobby. As a hobby which suppose to make my life better, more fun and more rich. Life is too short to do something which we don't fully love. My love of riding received a first major scar this spring: I lost a friend on the racetrack. He was a total stranger who offered me his help after I lowsided at CMP track last year. I still remember hearing his "Hi, my name is Todd, do you need help?" while I was duct-taping my roadrash from ripped jacket. He helped me straighten up the shifter and we kept in touch. The next time we saw each other was the day he died. With 9 months delay, I can say that Todd's death shook me more than I have realized. It rooted fear in me which was fueled by seeing and hearing about others getting hurt over and over again. If I was to summarize this year - it would be one big accident report. I became sensitive to every broken bone, every roadrash, every lowside. And even though I did 10 track days this year, I became slower and slower and slower. Suddenly, I have acquired this 'grandma' riding style on the road, frozen with fear that behind every corner there is car standing in my lane, or major sand trap or deer staring at me ... I was crippled with fear not only for me about also for my fellow rider. So, at the end of this year, I rode more and more by myself. I could not bear the feelings of responsibility for others on the road and my lines were crippled by my own fears. It all culminated this fall at WDGAH. In a freaky accident Love2rideh82crash was taken down by a truck crossing into our lane. I was done. I finished the weekend, locked the VFR into a garage and took a break. Until the last weekend, I pretended that motorcycles do not exists. As a last instance after 2 months break from riding, I decided to go to CMP track to see if I can still have fun. I also felt like I should go for the memory of Todd. I went and I had fun! I had much more fun than I expected and the most fun on track I can remember. Suddenly the whole track connected into an uninterupted line of turns and I felt one with the bike riding around! I was giggling like a little girl in my helmet and keep on giggling ever since Granted I was not the fastest one and through out the weekend, I have never exceeded about 60% of my riding abilities, but I had no "oh-shit" nor 'blond' moments. I could have maybe go faster, I could have brake later for the turns and I could have lean further, but I am no Rossi nor Stoner. I decided to ride for fun and I had amazing blast riding well within my comfort zone. I was proud of myself when, after bandaging Ricks arm, I was able to distance myself and go back to riding without the year-long fear. I did feel bad for him but the feelings were not crippling my lines nor my mind. And when a total stranger came to me and said "Hi, my name is Todd", my heart stopped for a minute though but I suddenly knew that my life went a full circle. I probably will never win MotoGP :idea3: , but I am back! :wheel:
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    My VFR

  3. It does not take one too much time to realize that New York is one of the most tolerant cities in the world. Or simplier said, the Newyorkers just don't care. They don't care if one wears the latest designer clothes or the dirtiest rags. Would you like to put a pink feathers in your hair, paint your face black and white and drag chains behind you? Please do, but do not expect that anyone will turn their head after you. No one will care. Only tourists with maps will take pictures. Pink feathers, painted face and chains are not enough to become one of the elite New York freaks. The ones who make natives to turn their heads. It is very safe to say that till yesterday I have never crossed that very distant line and draw attention to myself. Even when I was in full leather motorcycle outfit, hopping through New York streets on one foot, in one hand holding helmet and supporting myself with a broom in the second. Even then, I was just part of the everyday crowd. However, I am afraid, yesterday evening it happend. I became one of them. One of those freaks who make the natives to stop in what they do and just gawk. And yet, I did not feel out of my element; Part of my daily life is reparking the motorcycle from one side of the street to another - four times a week. Street cleaners and the police are good enough reason to wake me up in the middle of the night horrified that I forgot to repark the bike, put on the t-shirt and run into dark streets to do the chore. Last year I made the effort to always go home, put on some leather jacket, take a helmet and repark the bike with at least some protective gear. This year, I have become slopy. I just stop by the bike on the way from work and repark it. Usually I don't have to ride more than several yards. But yesterday night, the parking gods were against me - the nearest free spot was about 500 yards away and in the 'wrong one way street' direction. I made sure that no police was in sight, jumped on the bike and nicely coasted to my spot. 500 yards later, I felt like I am on fire - almost everyone along my short ride was staring at me. I was surprise and tried to determine what is wrong. And then I realized that for a random pedestrian, a woman riding in the wrong direction on a motorcycle, wearing just a t-shirt, short skirt, high heals and having red purse dangling of her shoulder, well, she must have been at least a surprising sight. You know, one of those freaks you don't see anywhere else than in New York... :goofy:
  4. Hehe, your mom is a smart woman :) She knew what she was talking about ... and about sharing the story - I thought that nothing makes human happier than the unfortune of others ... :D M.
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    Racing/riding pics

    not necessarely VFR
  6. My typical lunch consists of soup, bagel and a can of sugar-free Red Bull which I buy in the cafeteria located in our building. My mother always taught me not to talk and not to read while eating. However, she was quite unsuccessful, especially with the latter and I have developed a habit of browsing news, vfrd posts and personal emails while eating lunch at work. Turkey soup should not be life threatening, so I do not need to devote it full attention. However, an unfamiliar crunch between my teeth has interrupted my peaceful lunch break today. Probably just a piece of a turkey bone, I thought, but it did feel rather weird. On a napkin, I have spat out what I thought will be little part of a turkey skeleton but to my surprise I saw what looked like 1in long, cooked cockroach. Mushed into the several pieces by my own teeth, I could recognize the head and the whole back. Needles to say, I spat immediately everything, almost threw up and washed my teeth for a very long time. Someone smart once said that shared sorrow is half sorrow. So, I hope that shared disgusting story will become less disgusting. But honestly, in a bigger scheme of the life, half eaten cockroach beats loosing a front in the puddle of transmission fluid anytime. But that is another story ...
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    Brian's BBQ

    Pat, you are right, that is a shot from the ladder ... otherwise it was almost impossible to take it ... :) Il Duce, check out www.wdgah.net and just come second weekend in September :) Vfr_Steve, thank you :)
  8. Yeah - NESBA bagged it but we all were ready - too pitty there were upto 3-4 inches of snow at some parts of the track. Plus the 23F temperatures were not very helpful - the tires were more like a rock than a sticky gum. I am sorry I did not contact you earlier - I was very thankful for all your emails, advice and help - unfortunately, I was left to Europe less than 48 hours after returning from BeaveRun and had no time even reply. Europe was exhausting but nice. I am finally back and finally catching up on old promises. Btw, I am planning on going to BeaveRun with STT on May 26th, 27th. How about you? M.
  9. Thaks and NO COMMENT :rolleyes: Mellowyellow is probably right ... :idea3:
  10. Tbzep - I can pm you a link to some more pics of the Hawk ... Let me know if you are still interested. M.
  11. My ex-boyfriend use to come home 2-3 hours late sometimes. I never asked but then I found out that on those occasions he got lost in the small neighborhood we lived in and in order to find our house, he start driving through it like one would go through a maze ... try all the right turns, try all the left turns ... Not only that he would never ask for help, but he also could get lost in the movie theater on the way from the bathroom... Well, he is gay now - so I don't know if he still counts :) I do ask for directions sometimes (well, honestly I have a very good sense of direction and I do ask only in the most critical situations), but the problem was that I did not even remember where I want to go. Just the friends name :)
  12. So, I was supposed to take my Hawk to Brooklyn tonight. A friend of mine is willing to trailer it for a track weekend at BeaveRun and back. However, today was not my day. The whole day I felt very tired and my brain hurt but the upcoming rainy weather was not giving me a choice. I had to take the bike there before the 'monsoon' starts. To make sure that I will be able to find his place, I typed his address into google maps and printed it out. My head was tired so I did not even read the name of his street, just looked at the map picture for couple of seconds thinking that I will properly read his address when I get near. Later in the evening I was finally in Brooklyn. I took the right exit and stopped by the sidewalk to figure out where exactly to go. When I reached to my tankbag for the maps, I suddenly realized that I left all the printouts at home. I had not even read the address! I did not know what to do. I could either return home to get the printouts or try some other way figure out where to go. I was so close to call my other friend to ask him to log into my mail account, find the guy's address and give me some pointers. But I hate asking people for help. So, I decided to try on my own first. I closed my eyes and attempted to imagine the map I saw for just couple of seconds earlier. I got a vague idea about where to go and I navigated myself through the streets in the assumed dirrection. The only thing I clearly remembered was that his mailbox was #2. That meant that he probably lives in an appartment building where the mailboxes are numbered than in a house. Finally, I was on the street which I believed was marked by little star on the map. And there it was - a small apartment building. I peeked into its backyard and was completely stunned by what I saw. There was a race bike on a trailer! A needle in a stuck of hay... :-)
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    oh oh - I have usually 'sarcastic humor with a hint of morbid' but definitely not suicidal :-)) especially not 2 weeks prior track-weekend :-) ... But thanks for the offer :-)
  14. martinkap

    STT at CMP

    2 track days at Carolina motorsport park with sportbiketracktime.com
  15. You know, I think I did talk to you! I was the 'chick' with funny accent and weird red VFR :goofy: Martina
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