Naw Alan, the Hatfields and McCoys were offing each other in other southern states than Arkansas though I'm sure some of them escaped or eloped here, along with famous outlaws and damaged war veterans that can't take much people inter reactions.
Kenny Homeslice also told me knows what I'm about on Peel Commando too, but I do not think anyone really does except them hot shot sports riders that sneered at antique quaint Ms Peel prior to putting it to the test. If the rider is not having to fight brain vision black out from the G forces with jet pilot breath control then ya don't yet know what you are missing out on with a compliantly tamed triple linked isolastic Cdo. I don't want to alienate folks here but can't help it if their scope of Cdo ain't up to Peel performance which must of been *over* 70 rwhp response as my 1st forced to learn reflex before throttle snaps was exactly like I had to do on my dragster - plant butt tight, grip white knuckled and hunker down so my upper body mass didn't delay its acceleration with the lower half not to have Peel run right TF out from under me. The most powerful sports bikes could not out accelerate Peel up to 90 mph, they'd lift up while Peel just leaped forward, so no trouble at all to shoot in ahead of them entering turns with them then on brakes at that point and Peel just hitting her best power band as needed to HOOK the Apex right out of the water. I know the answer to Torque vs HP in motorcycle handing, its simply the difference between harsh acceleration hooked UP or top speed ability >once they get it going that fast.
Them young fit hyperadrenlained riders would be huffing and puffing and their radiator fans running over heated while Peel and I were just refreshed with tingling exhilaration at stops. When your most basic sense of reality just got trashed it does weird things to psyche's as you see by the reactions I get here, but nothing compared to the frothing fits some threw or one superman looking fella really getting upset when his girl friend racer on her own paired down 600 R6 got so wet she had to stand up and wiggle her leather painted ass at me... Alas I'd rather ride Peel road orgasms than have a date with Dianna Rigg aka Mrs. Emma Peel.
I can not practice Peel's lines on other 2 wheel craft, only my 4 wheel cages, after their suspension modified toward rally car ability. Its not flat tracking and its not super motarding style, or hanging off postures >>> its strapped in go cart or rally car antics like a rock released by sling shot, Ugh - sorry, I only limited this thread to phase 3 energy, sling shoting only happens once Peel takes me beyond the phase 3 hooked up tire edge sideways wheelies I started this thread with... If you have any fear at all your steed might lose it pressing too hard then you can not relate to me on Ms Peel. This plays in my bones constantly 24/7 and don't know which may be more enlightening of life after death, a hand full of LSD or what next Peel will send me too.
See if ya can get off of this fantasy with me...
Dianna Rigg was one of the first western women to learn "Gung Fu" [in China they say Gung Ho, not Kung Ho. Gung = focused energy, force and enthusiasm, which = God Within] Emma was the first to demo Gung Fu on TV. Btw Dianna still smokes and ignores demands not to in fancy restaurants, but what would ya expect from a gal that got kicked out of university for her "many diverse lovers".
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