Whiplash & Thysaria
Whiplash Whiplash
Thysaria Thysaria
Whiplash Whiplash
Hey, ever wondered how the first motorcycle speed records were actually tracked in those old digital logs? It’s like chasing a ghost from a forgotten era, and I bet you’d love to dig into the lost data while I rev the engines.
Thysaria Thysaria
I’ve traced a few of those early logs—simple analog tachometers fed into a 1950s data logger, then converted to magnetic tape. The machines recorded speed in increments of a few hundredths of a knot, but the data was often lost in format conversions. It’s a quiet dance of digits and dust, like a ghost humming on a forgotten server.
Whiplash Whiplash
Sounds like a real treasure hunt—digging up those dusty logs feels like hunting for that one perfect gear shift. If you need someone to double-check the numbers while I hit the track, just give me a shout. Let's turn those ghostly digits into a straight‑line record.
Thysaria Thysaria
Thanks, that sounds like a plan. I'll flag any odd readings when I get the data back. Let me know when you’re ready to hit the track.
Whiplash Whiplash
Ready to roll whenever you are—just holler when the data’s in, and we’ll hit the track. This is going to be a rush.
Thysaria Thysaria
I’ll keep an eye on the numbers. Give me a buzz once the logs are clear and we’ll get the record straightened out. Looking forward to the rush.
Whiplash Whiplash
Give me a shout when those logs are clean, and we’ll set the track on fire. Catch you soon, dude.
Thysaria Thysaria
Will let you know once the logs are clean. Looking forward to the ride.