It Ain't The Tool...

[Hawkster]

Ran across this on an East coast board.

I've had the privilege of working with and learning from Walt Fulton. He's one of the trusted few. Fred Rau pretty much nails it with this one.

Ride well,

H~

It Ain't The Tool
Editorial By Fred Rau - April, 2005
Motorcycle.com

I remember once, back when I was about 11 years old, watching a pitchman
at a carnival as he demonstrated a gyroscopic toy that he balanced on a
string between his hands. He made the toy run back and forth on the
string, turn upside-down, do somersaults and all kinds of other
incredible stunts. I just had to have one, and shelled out my whole
month's hard-earned allowance of $5.00 to get "one of the last ones
left." Naturally, after getting back home with my prize, I found that I
couldn't make it do any of the things the carney had demonstrated. It
ended up in the back of my closet, an embarrassing reminder of how I'd
been taken.

Months later, when confessing to my Grandfather about what had happened,
he pulled out an old pocketknife he always carried with him and held it
up in front of me.

"Remember when I carved you a toy airplane out of a block of wood with
this knife?" he asked.

"Sure, Grandpa."

"Well, if I sold you this knife," he said, "do you think you could carve
your own toy airplane with it?"

"No, Grandpa. I don't know how."

"Exactly; it took me years to learn, and lots of practice. It ain't the
tool, boy. It's the man operating it. Just like with your toy."

A couple of years later, that lesson stood me in good stead when a
small-time con man came to a playground in town and gathered a large
crowd of pre-teens around himself by showing off with a yo-yo. I have
never, before or since, seen anyone make a yo-yo do the things that guy
could. Of course, after his demonstration, he opened up a suitcase full
of brightly-colored yo-yos and started selling them to all the kids for
a buck apiece. Several kids ran home to break open their piggy banks,
just so they could get one. I was about the only holdout--standing there
thinking about that gyro toy, and what my Grandpa had said.

Of course, none of my friends could ever get their yo-yos to do any of
the tricks they'd seen. Most of the toys broke after just a few hours of
trying, anyway, as they were very cheaply made. If that guy is still
alive today, I'll bet he's on Channel 99 at 3:00 a.m., selling "kitchen
magicians."

Fast-forward another forty years later. I am riding up one of my
favorite canyon roads, following my good friend Walt Fulton. We are just
out for a little Sunday morning putt, but even when he's just dawdling
along, Walt is a challenge for me to keep up with. Some of you older
guys might recognize the name, but for those who don't, Walt is a former
factory team racer for two different major motorcycle manufacturers, a
four-time Daytona winner and the guy who wore the helmet camera that
filmed all those famous on-track racing scenes in the movie "On Any
Sunday." Even now, over 30 years later, Walt doesn't own a car, rides
every day, and works as both a motorcycle riding instructor and a
motorcycle accident reconstruction expert. I have never met, and
probably never will meet, anyone with a greater understanding of the
dynamics of motorcycling, or the skills to utilize that knowledge so
effectively.

Anyway, there we were tooling up the mountain, when we came up behind
two young men on what appeared to be very new and expensive hyper-bikes.
One was definitely a Hayabusa, and I think the other was a CBR of some
kind, though it'd been repainted and all the badging was removed, so I
couldn't be sure. Both bikes sported aftermarket exhausts, and from
their sound, probably had their engines tricked out, too. The riders
both sported very expensive racing leathers, color-matched to their
machines, complete with titanium kneepucks and those stylish new "humps"
on their backs, to reduce air turbulence from the helmet when you are
"tucked in." In all, they looked like very serious riders.

However, the illusion was quickly dispelled as we went around a few
curves together. Though their engines screamed a beautiful note as they
revved up and downshifted, and each rider hung radically off his bike to
touch a knee to the tarmac, their line through the curves was wide and
undisciplined, and their bikes' lean angles were actually fairly
moderate. Everything about their appearance gave the illusion of speed,
except the actual speed just wasn't there. Nor was the control, as they
exited each turn far too wide, and well out of position to set up for
the next.


It just so happened that on this particular day, rather than riding one
of his newer, faster bikes, Walt was "exercising" a 15-year-old BMW
Boxer of his that had, as I recall, about 250,000 miles under its
wheels. The Boxer was bone stock, and by Walt's own admission was,
"overdue for a whole new suspension," because it was "handling pretty
badly."

Despite all that, after following the two superbikes through a couple of
more curves, when they swung wide through a long, right-hand sweeper,
Walt simply downshifted the old Beemer and zipped past them both in a
heartbeat - on the inside. He never changed his position on the seat, or
did anything trendy like sticking a knee out. He just leaned over,
nailed the throttle, and smoothly and quickly knifed through the turn. I
don't think either of the guys he passed even hit the apex of their
turns before Walt was out the other end, straightening up and
accelerating away.

Being a much less accomplished rider, I waited for a longer, straighter
opportunity to pass, and caught up with Walt at a pre-determined coffee
shop a few miles away. As we sat there warming up and relaxing, the two
pseudo-streetfighters buzzed past and Walt said, "I was hoping they
might stop in here. I would really like to try to talk them into getting
some decent training. It's not just that they'd enjoy riding so much
more, but if they keep up like that, somebody is going to get seriously
hurt." I nodded in agreement as he continued, "It's a shame that so many
of these young riders nowadays think it's all about buying the best or
fastest or most expensive bike they can find. Or maybe even worse, that
they think that if they buy the trickest Yoshimura exhaust can, or
trendiest race tire or Ohlins suspension or whatever, that it will make
them ride better. Sure, those things will give you an edge, but only if
you've already mastered the basics - and they don't have a clue."

At that moment; for the first time in over 40 years, I saw my
Grandfather's face again, and heard those words: "It ain't the tool, boy
- it's the man operating it."
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[The Sauce]

Good read, Hawkie.

[blahbla]

this should be read over the loudspeaker of every bike night and hang out....where guys hang out and admire each other shiny new tools.....

[R-ggressive]

good read, but I just use the auto pilot feature on my bike.
+1 on loud speaker at bike nights and for people that are only looking to go fast instead of master the skill

[The Sauce]

Originally Posted by blahbla

this should be read over the loudspeaker of every bike night and hang out....where guys hang out and admire each other shiny new tools.....

AND AT THE BIKE NIGHT, EVERYONE SHOULD WEAR NAMETAGS.

[RanchoRider]

Good read

[Forsaken19]

Great Read, and so true.

[blahbla]

Originally Posted by Forsaken19

Great Read, and so true.

stop breaking the "chain breaker"...

[Dr. GoFast]

this goes without saying.

[ATGATT]

. +1

[rayw1128]

Good article.

Hey... wait a second... I have a shinny bike with an aftermarket exhaust... and wear racing leathers with a hump... hang off my bike dramatically through every turn.... and always have better riders pass me all the time... DOH!!!!

lol, Great read! Thanks Hawkster!

[Hawkster]

Lol! Ray. This has been much better received than I'd hoped.

The key graph is right here.
"Sure, those things will give you an edge, but only if you've already mastered the basics."

Walt and I had a conversation about this very thing. I asked him if there were any advanced skills to be learned. He said - "There aren't any advanced secrets or skills, just ultimate mastery of the basics." That was a few years after I'd started doing Skillz Days.

Ride well,

H~

[CBRman1k]

This applies to all things in life.

[650cat]

Great story Hawkster. I have been improving over time with your Skillzdays and time on the track. I ride an inline twin Kawi Ninja 650R. I have had tons of people ask when I am getting a bigger bike. When I tell them I am not going to they always look at me funny.

I have done some modifications: rearset, drag bars and a Muzzy slip on for the bling factor. Suspension is next. Not a bigger, faster bike just adding a bit to a very stable machine.

[BadVibe]

Originally Posted by Hawkster

"It ain't the tool, boy
- it's the man operating it."

I've had this conversation with lot's of people. Skill is far more important than the tools. When I was training full time, I'd scratch my head wondering why some students would have the tools they did. I knew some of them didn't even know how to use the standard tools, much less the specialized ones.

For me, I'd rather spend time and money on refining the basic skills (riding schools and trackdays) rather than silly aftermarket chains, power commanders, race tires, pipes, and the like. What would I need those for...? I can't even ride my bike to it's full potential in it's factory dress.

Don't get me wrong, I like bling and gadgets...I'm a guy, afterall. But, to me, there's absolutely no need for them on my bike.