Making tracks

On Friday evening I jollied down to Rockingham Racetrack.

I was scrutineered and safety briefed.

Then some bloke came along and pasted these stickers on the ZX10-R:

Rockingham race preparation

Rockingham race preparation

Rockingham is quite a small circuit.

The front straight is an easy wind-up to 140mph, and most of the corners on the back are a straightforward 100mph.

But I didn’t have sufficient tarmac to lift the Ninja out of 3rd.

It was a great evening, even though mental tiredness started to become a factor (I’ve had raging insomnia all week), and I started to lose the concentration I needed to have.

So I wound up earlier than planned.

But I still had lots of fun.

Lining up an overtake

Lining up an overtake

Overtaken him

Overtaken him

Ninja update

A few weeks ago the ZX10-R was completely stock – nothing added or changed from its factory delivery build.

It looked like this:

ZX10-R tail, as factory fitted standard

ZX10-R tail, as factory fitted standard

Here’s a close-up of the tail:

ZX10-R tail, as factory fitted standard

ZX10-R tail, as factory fitted standard

I have always thought that the ZX10 was a bike of two halves, since the first time I saw it up close at the NEC last November.

Oh sure, I know that all new bikes will have the same elongated arse, in order to meet the German regulations (because no manufacturer is going to lose economies of scale and build a bike for just one country).

So I decided to do something about the look of mine.

Later that same day the bike looked like this:

ZX10-R tail with R&G Tail Tidy

ZX10-R tail with R&G Tail Tidy

Here’s another view:

ZX10-Tail-after02

ZX10-Tail-after02

A much neater arse

Watching ones words

Today I sat down and read my employer’s Social Media policy.

I mean I really read it.

Like a novel.

Cover to cover.

Didn’t skip a single nuance.

*pauses for a long thought*

Anyway, I’m off to delete around 97% of my Twitter feed.

See you in about 2018.

It’s our tune, Mavis

BBC Radio 1, in its ever-continuing drive to keep focussed on the younger audience, has shed another million or so listeners.

But the suits at BBCR1 say that’s OK. Losing a million or so listeners (they say) is cool, because you’re only counting listeners, instead of counting, er, YouTube views. Even though all of the BBCR1 YouTube views could actually be down to a couple of dozen pimply 12yo youfs in, er, Doncaster.

But hey, the suits at BBCR1 know what they’re on about. Allegedly.

But here’s a thought.

With the average listener age of BBCR1 being 4-1/2 now, it means that the average BBC Radio 1 listener has never heard this kind of stuff:

I’m not sure if this is a good thing…

So much, so little

The thing is, the cats have been sapping my energy levels with their innate cuteness.

And then there are the many broken nights of sleep during this heatwave.

But the truth of the matter is that I have not been practising guitar as much as I should have.

As much as I need to.

And no matter how much I blame this on the cats, or the lack of sleep, or whatever, it’s just pretty pathetic of me, really.

There’s a music festival this weekend in Charlbury, Oxfordshire.

And I fancy being there next year.

With my guitar.

And in the company of a few friends.

On stage.

But based on my current levels of rehearsal, I wouldn’t even get through the gate as a member of the audience.

Let alone get onstage.

Pathetic really.

My intentions are good, I just lack the willpower (or whatever) to get myself going and give it a good session every day.

Like I said, pathetic.

For example, instead of getting over the far end of the room and picking up a guitar and getting on with it right now, I’m sitting here banging words out on this keyboard.

Yep, pathetic.

It’s like one of the far-too-frequent school reports I used to get at the end of every term.

‘Could do very well if he applied himself’

‘Lacks application’

‘Doesn’t do homework’

‘Easily loses interest’

Ho hum.

Video nasty

Today I watched a computerphile video that scared the living crap out of me.

As a result of this video, I’ve come home and changed the root, the system, the user, and the backup passwords on everything I own, even though they were already ‘secure’ by most standards of IT security.

Then I changed the passwords on all of my webservices.

If watching this video doesn’t have the same effect on you – that you immediately change your Amazon, email, eBay and any other webservice password – then you need to have a word with yourself.

Really.

Getting collared

We have two rescue kitties.

This is what happens when you let two immature adults loose in the RSPCA rescue centre, looking for a dog.

They come home with two rescue kitties.

Obv.

Anyway.

We got them both collars.

With bells on.

To help protect the local wildlife.

I used to have a cat, when I lived in Radstock, many moons ago, who was a prolific slayer of vampires wildlife.

Suki (for that was her name) brought half a seagull in to the kitchen one day.

She had to gnaw it in to two halves, because that was the only way it would fit through the cat flap.

Another day she also brought home a very large, very beautiful Koi carp.

A neighbour valued it at between £8,000 – £10,000.

When it was alive.

Obv.

Fast forward a big bunch of years and we come to the collared, belled rescue kitties.

One of them is showing all the talents of having been a career assassin equal to Jason Bourne.

Despite the bell.

The other is content to eat the more humanely-prepared stuff.

But the more pacifist of the two lost her collar a few weeks ago.

I eventually found it, and reattached it.

A couple of weeks later she lost it again.

We replaced it with a brand new one, with a bell.

Today she lost it again.

I have a theory.

She’s taking off her collars and selling them, to other cats in the neighbourhood.

So if you see a cat, wandering around the locality, with a bunch of collars around it’s neck, it’s the feline equivalent of Flash Harry.

And it’s ours.

Buy a collar, please.

I’m itching to know what she’s going to use the money for.

Motorcycle Emptiness

Is it possible to get bored of riding a 1,000cc, 200mph Supersports bike?

Asking for a friend.

No.

Last week my commutes were in the car.

It is brand spanking new; had 7 miles on the clock when it was delivered.

Normally I commute on the ZX10R, but the weather was dire last week.

So I made the daily round-trip in the car.

And with every mile I travelled in the car, the sheen of the ZX10R seemed to become slightly more dull.

I don’t know why, it just did.

And then, yesterday, there was a break in the rain, so I took the Ninja out for a little trip.

Nottinghamshire, Leicestershire, Rutland, back in to Leicestershire, and Nottinghamshire.

I travelled across some fantastic English countryside, and through some beautiful villages.

Sometimes I rode the Ninja as if it was a tourer, sometimes I opened the throttle and rode it hard, like the breathtaking supersports bike that it is.

I have no idea how I could feel remotely bored with it.

Maybe riding it to work on the same roads (weather permitting) day in, day out, was the cause?

Maybe the new car seduced me.

Whatever it was, it’s gone now.

I do wonder if I will ever be brave enough to switch the engine output to ‘full’.

Music Challenge: Day 30/2016

A song I’ve heard from someone else, that I like

 

It seems appropriate to finish this blogathon with a tribute to someone who brought some musical richness in to my life.

So there’s this girl.

She’s a talented muso.

Australian.

Currently lives in the US.

She has been in a bunch of bands, including, but not limited to, 16 Millimetre, and the quite brilliant The Good China.

Before she recently moved to the US, she used to do an annual mixtape (mixCD to be more accurate) which she would send to her friends around the world.

Each mixCD contained slightly left-field, quirky, indie music.

The 2007 mixCD contains this track.

Which I love.

It’s slightly left-field, quirky, indie…

And quite brilliant.

This is Soko.

And every time I hear this track, I thank that Australian girl.