The original title of this post was Drop the Pilot, try my Buffoon but this seemed, even for loyal hedgehog aficionados, an obscure musical reference too far. Striving to be murky or incompressible and possibly windswept or interesting, the point was that the contents of an armoured cranium has alot to say when rather less subtle muscle groups are heading off in a different direction.
I’m thinking of it as the Cowardly Captain Brain desperately resisting vigorous advice from Lieutenant Stimulus and his troop of non commissioned Reactions. Around this time last year, riding the same bike, on the same South Wales trails but with a different Cranial Captain at the controls, progress was fast, unworried and essentially left to muscle memory and a hands off neural officer class under Commander Confidence.
Confidence has subsequently been posted to almost everyone else I ride with, while Captain Cowardly and his mincing management team have refused to accept that any speed about a decent walking pace can end in any way but bloody disaster. An example beckons I think from a dry and fast descent dropping a few hundred feet to the valley floor:
Lieutenant Stimulus Captain, we’re travelling at ˜strolling speed’. All is clear ahead, suggest increase to all ahead frightened
Captain Cowardly Stimulus, there’s a 15 degree corner coming up, ARE YOU ON CRACK, remain at strolling
LT: With respect sir, your friends have exited the trail, had a beer, fathered a number of children and “ in one case “ passed over to a better place. The Reactions are confident we can advance to mincing in a worrying sexually ambivalent manner
CC: Stimulus, I’ll have you on a charge, my mission orders demand that I ride this fantastically expensive trail bike in the manner of a sack of spuds dumped on a roller skate and I’ll take no more insubordination
LT: Having watched Crimson Tide Sir, I’m going for XO override, speed set to terrified, Hands set to Death Grip on Bars, Communications set to 999. ”
Pause. Noise. Sky. Ground. Sky. Ground. Ground. Ground. Sky. Ground. Ow.
CC: What is our position?
LT: Upside down in a bush with speed of zero. Damage stations report Pride badly damaged and Bravery exhausted. Friends have been set to laughing their tits off
Faced with such mutinous behaviour, I abandoned the well trodden path of riding more and stopping being such a tosser, instead buying a new set of tyres and ignoring the problem. A facet of this was a return to the dustbowel that is Chicksands “ a venue which reverberated to the sound of a head bouncing AL on my last visit.
All was going extremely averagely, until the Lieutenant took control of a practical experiment to establish exactly how I’d crashed last time. It took me a while but as the sky and ground swapped places and the Cap’n suffered the ignominy of dealing with a high speed stump impact, we got there in the end.
And having landed really quite spectacularly on my head again, it’s a shock to find the biggest bruise is technicoloured on my arse. Still, as my best friends never fail to remind me, it’s quite a big unit.
You may argue there is no point to this post whatsoever. From which I can only surmise, you’ve read none of the previous 200+.
6 thoughts on “Use your head”
Reminded me of an old ‘Performance Bikes’ (motorcycling publication) T-shirt:
‘It went earth, sky, earth, sky, earth, sky, earth, sky, earth, ambulance.’
That message accompanied a picture of a young man sliding on his bum , following and looking with dismay at a partially upside-down and rapidly disintegrating cartwheeling Honda on a PB track day at Cadwell Park.
From an article about the track day, he was fine, but it was his sister’s bike. Ouch.
Gets old giffer hat and coat….
Nope, I was right first time, Joan Armatrading 🙂
You were indeed. Old Ms Armourplating belting out some 80s rubbish. Can I get it out of my head now? No, of course not.
Mark – don’t write stuff like that. It flies in the face of my “motorbikes are safe, I really need to have another one” discussion with my missus 🙂
Sorry Alex, but it helps my “I have given up motorbikes but with the money I save on insurance, tax etc. I can afford to buy another shiny bicycle every other year and fill up one half of the garage with them” discussion with my missus.
H’mm good angle that 🙂