|With the honesty of completeness||Budapest: 2017-11-12 14:27|
|Buenos Aires: 2017-11-12 10:27|
Praha: 2017-11-12 14:27
It appears, seeing the dark and rainy weather, the autumn indeed has arrived thus the biking season of 2017 has ended. :(((( and :....((((
A longer entry, reading and a cup of hot tea.
So I though to extend the first entry - because nothing is what it seems like, Neo.
The spring of 2017
I have to fix the fact, I've probably sat on a motorbike maybe 2 times in my whole life; and I'm not even sure that the bike was moving. This revelation isn't masculine, but by now, not even the Lord, the Son or the Holy Spirit could change this fact, not even if they wanted to. The reasons are somewhat simple, motorbiking 20-30 and more years ago was even more dangerous than nowadays, so one probably doesn't have to go too far to find a biker tragedy among the closer or farther relatives.
The only direct motorbike influence I had was my grandfather. I can't tell what brand and type of bike he had (blue frame, white leather seat, something bigger than a Simson) and used in his younghood, but by the time I was born, it just stood in the shed: he travelled with it around the country, but the engine got heated up like a furnace, so it became more a hassle and he stopped to ride it.
I can't recall what ticked in myself on the spring of 2017, but I started to look around and see the possibilities: with a B category licence you're allowed to ride a motorbike or scooter up to 50cc (probably in other countries too, but I haven't done investigation on this). So I wanted to rent a 50cc first, then probably buy one. On a second thought I probably had enough of the public transportation, and made a conclusion that at this age, time is one stair above than money on the stairs of importance. And for one-way 10-20 minutes waiting while moving a few miles inside a city is not something I wanted more.
Therefore I looked around but the offer wasn't promising: 50cc scooters for ~6500HUF per day...for this sum I could rent a four-wheeled, closed car. So I brushed the idea away.
The June-July of 2017
I was waiting in a bus stop, and - you won't believe it - I had to wait 12 minutes! :D I opened the (old) LCD screen of my laptop in the evening and looked around again. Finally found a company and after a short communication I rented a 50cc scooter for a few days. I had some doubts, which ultimately became reality:
- according to the law with a small motorized bike (up to 50cc) you can't go faster than 45km/h. One doesn't have to be Ayrton Senna to see this is life-threatening knowing the city traffic.
- even if only on a strictly theoretical ground, but you decide to go over this indeed real life speed limit (to stay in one piece and alive in the nowadays not even 50-60km/h average city speeds anymore, but tons of metal make 70-90km/h), a 50cc physically can't do more than indeed 50km/h (I'm not interested in illegal tunings). All right, on slopes, with backwind, they can reach 55km/h too.
- 50cc, especially for a bigger person like me is not okay; I can honestly admit that I never dared to go on a bridge, because I was afraid it'll stop in the middle and I roll back.
Yet the feeling, the motorized cycling around was entertaining, so stepping forward on the tiered and gradual stairs of sanity, I decided: I'll try to get the one bigger category, the A1 (this is the entry motorbike level category: there are more precise definitions, but I just simply call it between 50cc and 125cc).Also, the public transportation played again. I've always been a monthly pass buyer person, or just the tickets. I never cheated with public transportation. Thus I seconded the attempts of the public transportation company to fight with the people who cut the ticket - who in many cases believe this asa punch into the face of the system, and in fact not real financial problems make them to not pay the fare.
One the other hand, the following happened. I got on a long bus on a sleepy Sunday, which has 4 doors and there's a ticket validating machine at each door. The one at the second door didn't want to accept my ticket. No worries, I walked to the third, also the fourth one. After a minor inspection I realized there's a small plastic stuff inside the machine, which prevents to push in the ticket. It wasn't any chewing gum tossed in by some funny traveller, this plastic thing wasn't forced inside externally, but was already built in. I walked to the first machine next to the driver - violá, it worked.
I reserve the right of mistaking something, but I don't believe that all the ticket validating machines incidentally and right in this way would break...
Later this happened one more time, when got back to the city on train after a 12-hours ride on a busy Saturday evening. Got on at the last door, a woman in front of me tried to validate her ticket, but she failed spectacularly. I thought to try myself as well, maybe she's only faking it and she wants to find a crime partner. But not: neither I could succeed, and the same little plastic stuff was inside the machine.
So: if you don't fight yourself through the crowd, with luggage until you find a working validating machine - by that time a ticket inspector + the police + 16 000HUF fine will await you. Legally it's totally all right and defended. Morally and ethically? Well, that's a different question.Where are the patrols when for example a black Mercedes takes over a scooter with a few inches distance and 80km/h, because his dick couldn't handle that a scooter stopped in front of him at the red light.The mango milking could had happened, because the ticket inspectors were about to get to the back - if the door hadn't opened and I hadn't got off the bus at my destination. I had a spare ticket.
(legally and wisely, a two-wheeled vehicle using one track is permitted to go to the front at red light in Hungary)
Or when that household woman in her forties without any fuss (the Victims of Life) suddenly crossed the double lane separator line from behind the waiting cars to get forward into the turning lane ahead - thus forcing the scooter driver in the opposite, incoming lane to do an emergency maneuver and full force braking to avoid the head-on collision.
It's logical for any mentally healthy person, that cutting 30 seconds of waiting is worth to send someone into the coffin, or in worse case into a wheelchair for the rest of his or her life.
Basically everyone is clear with the financially loosing nature of the public transportation anywhere in the world, but the company wants to get money this way, especially messing with those people who already bought the ticket == a big question mark.
Back to motorbiking
To the A1/B125 category where riding instructors have strong opposition - I see logic in it, will be extended in a later entry. Unsure if it exists in other parts of the world, but the main idea is, if you have a B category driving licence, then you have to do only 2 hours of theory lessons, take the theory exam (KRESZ), and iwonttellyounowhowmany hours of practical riding. The difference between this and complete A1, with latter you have to do more hours of theory and practice.
We'll get back to the topic later, so after the successful KRESZ exam came the practice. During organizing the riding lesson hours, knowing my A1/B125 category, the first sentence of the driving instructor was:I don't have a scooter right now with automatic gearbox.No worries, I immediately cleared the confusion that I'd like to ride a bike with manual transmission.None of the above happened. I sat on the bike, clutch, first gear, and only the 3-item mantra revolved in my head:Then why did you take the A1/B125?
The question was really good: I went for the A1/B125, because it looked like more straightforward, less hassle than the complete A1.
Because basically I was curious if I have anything to do what's called riding a motorbike.
Whether at first attempt it'll just fly out from my hands.
Whether I'll just crash into the bushes at the end of the practicing track.
Whether sweating direct blood, with frozen spine I'll just wobble a half meter forward.
- whatever does the right wrist, do it gently
- gently with the front brake, otherwise your face will be smeared apart on the ground
- any troubles goes, pull the clutch
Valentino Rossi could calmly turn to his other side in his sleep, because his future endeavours didn't happen to be endangered - but the motorbike rolled forward steadily, turned and I changed gears. More of everything, I neither had any fear of death. On the other hand, the smell of success, yes.
Therefore after I completed the routine and traffic exam, on the 12th August I could pick up my A1 driving licence, and stepped up to the world of 125cc.... so by then IAgain, unsure if this is the procedure in other countries too, but in Hungary for a bike licence, you have to do a routine test: this is a specially built track with cones, where you have to show various, minimally expected bike-handling techniques such as: turning, cornering, narrow turning back, slalom, going very slow without putting down the legs or engine choke, accelerating, sudden emergency swerving maneuver, accelerating again to 50km/h then a shortest possible full stop with both brakes without skidding. If you pass this, then you can go into the traffic.onlyhad the A1 category ...
Okay, super, but not the real thing
The middle and end of August, I had about 2 months left of this season. What's the continuation? Again looked around to rent a 125cc manual bike, but I found nowhere or anywhere. I found a scooter to rent, but I didn't really want to buy a motorbike, because:
All the above would make the A2 obvious (I myself simply call it as the 125-500cc category, don't overcomplicate with watts). This didn't happen. I have no intention to trivialize or call the A2 unnecessary. I really wouldn't do such, primarily because not everyone should or can have an unlimited A category driving licence. Many won't need even the A2. If one wants it, try it, but it's neither obligatory to go up to the unlimited: if one doesn't have the physical built, the confidence or need to drive a big bike, then A2 will be the perfect match.
- for my size, neither a 125cc could output more than 70-80km/h (1 person, no luggage); at least I did dare to go up on bridges without fear
- there's not much offer on the used market; if there's they're usually broken or crashed
- I didn't want to throw out at least around 1,900USD knowing, in the next season I'll grow it out in one or two months.
For myself, it looked extraneous. If one doesn't learn on a scooter, at latest on A1 the above Holy Trinity, then you never will. But if on A1 you learn the gently handling of the throttle bar, the use of the brakes, then with obvious extra practicing and even more respect toward the motorbike, you can try the unlimited.
Therefore with a clean cut I enrolled to the unlimited A category in September (from 500cc to the Ack Attack).I had a previous thought to make it only next spring, then immediately start to use it - but the taste of biking got into my cells faster than I realized + the routine exam tasks were and have been still in my head. Then why would I let them disappear until next spring, just to re-learn again, right.
Therefore I did a category upgrade from A1 to unlimited (got the note,Quite fresh, two months old?, lol). Great instructors normalized the missing features and skills of my not extremely going back to the past motorcycling career, and on the 21st of October I obtained the unlimited A motorbike driving licence. The clerks in the office to pick up the new licence welcomed me like a returning visitor.
After the unfortunately limited yet excellent days in the Mátra and Bükk, on the morning of 21st of October I neatly packed my stuff in Szilvásvárad - including the biker gear I carried with myself on the tour. Around 10am headed back to Budapest to be on time for the traffic exam at half past twelve. Arrived on time, I took my biker gear and successfully finished the exam. At the end with tears of joy, I packed everything back into the trunk, took the street clothes and again headed out to North Hungary to continue the next stop of my itinerary at Aggtelek in the evening, and celebrate this nice autumn day with a glass of Törley.