- Rushjob wrote:
- I admit it takes a nano second more to process an image from BEM's but for myself I enjoy a clutter free view ahead with a 210 degree view with only the instrament pod & hdlbrs in my lower periphery (if that's a word).
I also wonder why a rider puts a tv screen between him/her self & the view of the road with an anonymous voice telling them what to do. Both minimizes the anticipation & reward of sorting things out successfully or overcoming adversity. Either way it adds a story.
A friend lost his bike & right foot ("I was riding the GPS & when she told me to turn left I did in front of a car without checking ahead").
I obviously digressed. A carry over from his story I guess. Sorry
Apropos the tyranny of GPS units, I once watched a fellow (on a beemer, thankfully, not a Guzzi, but there but for the grace, etc.) slow to a stop so intent on that screen that he simply fell over. Sounds funny, and it (sort of) was, especially as he did not lose it foot or more, but it illustrates the dangers.
OTOH -- you will be glad to know that I have only that one left
-- it's not always GPS and electronic distractions.
I was once in a follow-on van to assist cadets of the West Point (bi)cycling team in a race. This was on a closed circuit of several miles. One cadet was having a slow day. Actually, she was having a slow year, but that seems cruel.
The peloton had already lapped our forlorn cadet once and would again soon.
Anyway, as we began a long descent, she picked up about the only speed she was capable of and hurtled (in relative terms
) toward the bottom.
When one got to said spot, there were two choices: left or right. Right was the correct choice, marked by many colorful signs and pavement markings.
Left wasn't a tragedy, but wrong.
Cadet X chose neither. In an obvious state of confusion, she tried, too late, to come to a stop and ... went into the waiting lake.
Readers -- especially U.S. taxpayers -- will be glad to know that she got out of the Army after her obligated tour and never had to lead
innocent unsuspecting young Americans into anything more dangerous than a parts warehouse!
Back to dehoarding the house. I am the "but we might need that someday!" sort. Kathi, "Cuddle it all the way to the dump."