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Mostly fanfiction, motorcycles, engine porn, motorbike racing, and technobabble. With photos of Kyoto on the side. And a complete lack of consistency strewn throughout.

Posts tagged Strict machine

Jul 22 '14

another thing about Strict

This is never going to come up, but did I explain exactly how Erik ended up in America at all? It’s a source of a lot of guilt for him:

East German girls were ‘hired’ to work in America as models (the age old story). They were told they were chaperoning Erik, also a young model. He was complicit in validating the story until they got to Mexico and met up with a group of other girls. One of the German girls escaped, but the other didn’t.

Jul 21 '14

whatisthisreally asked:

OMG! FUTURE OF STRICT MACHINE CHARLES AND ERIK PLEASE!!!! *begs* :D

I should have foreseen that. ;D Initially I wanted to keep that for myself, but okay, I’ll give it to you and won’t tag it Cherik.

Erik has three years left on the work Visa; he’s still illegal because he doesn’t actually work for anyone and isn’t paying taxes, but that’s nothing different from before. Meanwhile, Charles wants to go back to England because he enjoys the challenge of his academic life there.

So, Charles goes back and they have a torturous long-distance relationship for a couple years. Charles flies frequently to Phoenix and Erik visits Charles in England after going to Germany to settle family affairs.

When Shaw goes to trial, things get messy and Erik, understandably concerned, signs his house in Phoenix over to Angel and Alex and moves in with Charles in England. With Charles’ help, he starts over with a fairly clean slate. Charles continues his career in life sciences and Erik starts up a performance shop that becomes wildly successful. He even achieves his dream to compete at the Isle of Mann TT.

And they have sex happily ever after.

Jul 6 '14
colourtastic:

I received the book! It’s so beautiful ;w; I LOVE IT.
(sorry for bad photo quality)

Thank you for letting me know you got it! Also, I’ve discovered it doubles as an effective tool for obliterating silverfish and spiders. ;D The surface is easily cleaned in those circumstances.

colourtastic:

I received the book! It’s so beautiful ;w; I LOVE IT.

(sorry for bad photo quality)

Thank you for letting me know you got it! Also, I’ve discovered it doubles as an effective tool for obliterating silverfish and spiders. ;D The surface is easily cleaned in those circumstances.

Jun 23 '14

Last Strict Machine Printing: Sunday, June 29th

The last printing of Strict Machine will be available from Lulu all day Sunday, June 29th regardless of time zone. (As long as it is Sunday somewhere, the listing will remain open.)

Original printing post with the book’s details are here. All details concerning the printing’s history are on my Strict Machine printing tag.

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(pic courtesy tehslowone)

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May 16 '14

PSA: Strict Second Printing (that one-day only thing)

I haven’t forgotten about it. I’m still waiting on a couple people to get back to me on printing errors.

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The only ‘big’ error was a line of text cut off at the end of one of the chapters, but there were a couple typos, too. (No surprise since this is me we’re talking about!) Once these errors are corrected, I will open up the listing again.

Also, those of you with the copy that has the line cut off, tahariels was talking about whipping up an errata page you can print. I like the idea of making a sticker/label like we used to get for our repair manuals. (Repair manual stickers are printed with updated information to cover up old/incorrect procedures.) Likely it will be a page (because I bow to Taha on all these things), but if you have labels you can work with the page once we have it out!

ETA on the one-day printing:
It will be on a Sunday, after the new movie shows here in Japan, because I don’t want to have to dodge spoilers when I do this.

Feb 17 '14

Printing is now closed

I am really humbled by the response to Strict’s printing! Almost a hundred copies are on their way or already home. It’s amazing to me particularly because Strict is available online for free (though unedited because I’m too lazy to fix it up).

I hope everyone enjoys them!

Feb 14 '14

The books have started to arrive in America, Germany, and the UK! The listing will remain open until this Sunday night, midnight: UTC +09:00.

However! Friday is the last day the coupon code works! (AMOR14) I don’t know what time zone on Friday, but Lulu’s offices are located on America’s east coast so I’m going to guess Friday, 11:59 UTC/GMT -5.

Photo credits @cygnaut and @tehslowone
Feb 7 '14

Strict Machine Product Details

Written by: euphorbic
Typesetting and Design: Tahariel
Cover Illustration: Palalife
Interior art: Synekdokee, Palalife, with diagrams from Triumph and Kawasaki.

Buy it here

Price: $12.10 USD, plus shipping. ($10.41 until Feb 15th with AMOR14 coupon code.) (No profit of any kind will be made from sales of this work.)
Language: English
Pages: 374
Binding: Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink: Black & white
Weight: 1.38 lbs. 
Dimensions (inches): 6 wide x 9 tall

Availability: From now (February 7th UTC +09:00) until midnight Sunday, February 16th (UTC +09:00). (Japan Standard Time, if that makes it easier for Pacific Ocean people.)

First and foremost, this would never have happened without Tahariel. She spent quite a lot of time on this project, paid only in the cheap coin of my gratitude.

I got extremely lucky to receive Pala’s kind permission to use her work for Strict’s cover. Taha conceived and executed the design for the cover; plus, I even received beautiful art for the interior from Synekdokee.

Please signal boost; not everyone follows the cherik tag and I want everyone who wants a copy to get one.

(more thank yous after the jump)

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Aug 18 '13

euphorbic:

luciddrugs:

euphorbic:

everythingandakite:

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Charles & Erik’s bike date? Strict Machine?

Yoga date, bike date…SO MANY FANFICS CAME TRUE ADFGHJJK;LKH

It was a testament to the hold Charles had on Erik that they were standing within a Harley Davidson dealership. However, it’s a testament to his logic and charm that Erik agreed to rent Harleys for a day trip along California’s Pacific Coast Highway, when promises of sexual favors didn’t work.

Once inside the Glendale dealership, it didn’t take long for Erik to single out a V-ROD for the excursion. He wasn’t as familiar with Harleys as he was import motorcycles, but the V-Rod was sleek and Erik was more comfortable with the more forward-thrust riding position; it was as close as he could get to a sport bike’s unhealthy ergonomics as he could get.

Charles didn’t miss that it looked as different from the old Harley Davidson XA as it could possibly get. He also didn’t miss the way Erik rubbed absently at his shoulder, where he had continuous issues with skin grafts.

Charles’s heart constricted in his chest as he watched, but he still thought getting back on the horse, so to speak, was the best way to handle things. Plus, when Erik stood up off the V-Rod, and came over to his side, there was no glimpse of a limp to his walk.

 ”See any bikes you like?” Erik asked. He turned his head, slowly surveying what the dealership had to offer. “I can’t help you as much with these.”

Charles was having significantly more trouble choosing a ride. While he admired Erik’s choice of the V-Rod, he wanted to try something completely different. Something as far away from a sport bike as possible. Better yet, to placate his own turmoil from the night they stole the XA, he wanted something visually reminiscent.

"I was thinking of something retro," Charles shrugged. He joined Erik in the slow survey of the assembled American motorcycles. It was like observing an ocean of metallic paint eddies and chrome waves. No land in sight.

"You won’t see anything just standing there," Erik replied. "Start walking around before I have to tell another sales person to fuck off."

Even though they were supposed to be looking over the rentals, they walked around and through the orderly rows of pristine bikes that were up for sale. Occasionally one would catch Charles’ eye and he’d easily throw a leg over the bike and sit it.

XA or not, Charles knew Erik didn’t really like modern Harleys. However, Charles couldn’t help but find them much more comfortable than his Speed Triple or any of Erik’s Japanese bikes. Or, for that matter, the S1000RR. Though, truth be told, the BMW wasn’t the German model Charles preferred to ride.

It was with that lascivious thought in mind that Charles found himself sitting a low-slung Harley with a tear-shaped gas tank, ape hanger handlebars, and a form fitting seat. Smiling faintly, Charles closed his eyes and pictured himself astride Erik’s long, athletic build. It was narrow in the waist like Erik, broad in the tank, and the handle bars reminded him of Erik’s hands, how he would hold them for Charles so he could best pull himself up before setting himself back down into the cradle of Erik’s hips.

"This one," Charles said.

[more in another hour or so… i’m slow!]

hng /waits patiently for the actual riding

[no pleasing some ppl…! ;D]

When Charles opened his eyes again, Erik was looking at him with a bare curve of a smile that was fond and a slightly raised eyebrow that signaled some secretive amusement. “Congratulations, Charles, you’ve picked the one model they won’t rent out.”

Charles dropped his hands from the handlebars to his thighs. He lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes. “My bank account suggests otherwise.”

Erik shook his head, his smile deepening to something darker. “No, Charles, there are some things that your money won’t buy.”

"Bullshit," Charles snorted dismissively. "I’m renting one of these. What is it, anyway?"

"Secondhand," Erik deadpanned. "This bike is used; they won’t rent it. It’s a Street Bob with a custom hardtail kit. You don’t want this."

Annoyance burned low in Charles gut. “Don’t tell me what I don’t want.”

If anything, Erik’s amused expression achieved a devilish cast that was all but insufferable. He lifted his hands to his narrowed hips and jerked his chin at the salesman that was waiting just at the edge of the immediate fleet. “I’ll go tell him, but I don’t fancy your chances.”

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By the time they pulled into a Subway in San Luis Obispo, Charles was torn between focusing on the pain in his shoulders and the tingling in his fingers from the ape hangers and the wreck his ass and back was becoming. Enjoying the crisp ocean air, the clouds building high into the sky, and the winding view along the cliffs and beaches was secondary.

And they still had three hours to go. He shot Erik dirty looks as they waked into the Subway. Erik simply smiled back and said, “Hardtail.”

Sitting in the shop wasn’t too bad; the hard benches didn’t have suspension, but then they weren’t going anywhere. Charles favored Erik with the silent treatment the entire time. Not one to mind the quiet, Erik didn’t seem to mind, but he also kept his free hand up the back of Charles’ leather jacket. He rubbed firmly at the small of Charles’ back and gradually up beneath his shoulder blades.

Getting off the bike and walking around before and after sandwiches helped stretch Charles’ muscles beyond the comforting massage Erik had secretly bestowed inside the shop. His shoulders still hurt, but feeling returned fully to his fingertips. He dreaded getting back on the bike for another three hours.

With a sigh, he turned on his helmet’s radio and slung a leg over the Street Bob and sat down. On his way to the V-Rod, Erik paused next to the Harley’s bright, metallic green tank. “Want to switch bikes?”

Charles’ mind screamed yes, but his mouth betrayed him with a firm, “No.”

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Charles woke to being manhandled into a sitting position and then being pulled off the bed by an arm around his ribs. Eyes bleary with sleep, he pushed at his captor’s head and got a handful of face for his trouble. One of his fingers felt like it was probably digging into an eye. 

The face jerked to the side, out of Charles’ grip. “Come on, Charles, your jacuzzi awaits.”

Charles had no idea what his captor was talking about and Charles’ feet had no idea what to do with the floor they were being dragged across. Then there was a pressure at the back of his knees and his feet came right of the ground. In consequence, he found himself pressed against a broad chest, nearly folded in half in strong arms.

Which meant this captor’s face was once again in range. Thus Charles went for the kill: he lashed out open-handed once more.

Sheisshehhh…!”

The result of the kill was Charles’ thumb in somebody’s mouth, a finger once again in an eye, and a shudder running through his body as his captor listed to one side and hit something solid. And then teeth were clamping hard on his thumb.

"Bloody fuck!" He was definitely awake after that. Charles was in Erik’s arms and his hand was in Erik’s face. 

Chagrined, he tried to pull his hand away, but Erik’s teeth were still closed on the appendage. He arched his other fingers back, out of Erik’s eye and off his face completely. Glaring with one eye open and the other squinted shut, Erik released his hold on Charles’ thumb. Charles slowly withdrew his hand to his chest.

For a few moments Erik stood still and the two stared at one another. Erik’s face spelled out irritation, but Charles didn’t feel particularly remorseful. His shoulders were aching, his back as well, and he didn’t want to contemplate what would happen when he finally moved his legs.

"You deserved that," he finally said. "Put me down."

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Aug 18 '13

luciddrugs:

euphorbic:

everythingandakite:

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Charles & Erik’s bike date? Strict Machine?

Yoga date, bike date…SO MANY FANFICS CAME TRUE ADFGHJJK;LKH

It was a testament to the hold Charles had on Erik that they were standing within a Harley Davidson dealership. However, it’s a testament to his logic and charm that Erik agreed to rent Harleys for a day trip along California’s Pacific Coast Highway, when promises of sexual favors didn’t work.

Once inside the Glendale dealership, it didn’t take long for Erik to single out a V-ROD for the excursion. He wasn’t as familiar with Harleys as he was import motorcycles, but the V-Rod was sleek and Erik was more comfortable with the more forward-thrust riding position; it was as close as he could get to a sport bike’s unhealthy ergonomics as he could get.

Charles didn’t miss that it looked as different from the old Harley Davidson XA as it could possibly get. He also didn’t miss the way Erik rubbed absently at his shoulder, where he had continuous issues with skin grafts.

Charles’s heart constricted in his chest as he watched, but he still thought getting back on the horse, so to speak, was the best way to handle things. Plus, when Erik stood up off the V-Rod, and came over to his side, there was no glimpse of a limp to his walk.

 ”See any bikes you like?” Erik asked. He turned his head, slowly surveying what the dealership had to offer. “I can’t help you as much with these.”

Charles was having significantly more trouble choosing a ride. While he admired Erik’s choice of the V-Rod, he wanted to try something completely different. Something as far away from a sport bike as possible. Better yet, to placate his own turmoil from the night they stole the XA, he wanted something visually reminiscent.

"I was thinking of something retro," Charles shrugged. He joined Erik in the slow survey of the assembled American motorcycles. It was like observing an ocean of metallic paint eddies and chrome waves. No land in sight.

"You won’t see anything just standing there," Erik replied. "Start walking around before I have to tell another sales person to fuck off."

Even though they were supposed to be looking over the rentals, they walked around and through the orderly rows of pristine bikes that were up for sale. Occasionally one would catch Charles’ eye and he’d easily throw a leg over the bike and sit it.

XA or not, Charles knew Erik didn’t really like modern Harleys. However, Charles couldn’t help but find them much more comfortable than his Speed Triple or any of Erik’s Japanese bikes. Or, for that matter, the S1000RR. Though, truth be told, the BMW wasn’t the German model Charles preferred to ride.

It was with that lascivious thought in mind that Charles found himself sitting a low-slung Harley with a tear-shaped gas tank, ape hanger handlebars, and a form fitting seat. Smiling faintly, Charles closed his eyes and pictured himself astride Erik’s long, athletic build. It was narrow in the waist like Erik, broad in the tank, and the handle bars reminded him of Erik’s hands, how he would hold them for Charles so he could best pull himself up before setting himself back down into the cradle of Erik’s hips.

"This one," Charles said.

[more in another hour or so… i’m slow!]

hng /waits patiently for the actual riding

[no pleasing some ppl…! ;D]

When Charles opened his eyes again, Erik was looking at him with a bare curve of a smile that was fond and a slightly raised eyebrow that signaled some secretive amusement. “Congratulations, Charles, you’ve picked the one model they won’t rent out.”

Charles dropped his hands from the handlebars to his thighs. He lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes. “My bank account suggests otherwise.”

Erik shook his head, his smile deepening to something darker. “No, Charles, there are some things that your money won’t buy.”

"Bullshit," Charles snorted dismissively. "I’m renting one of these. What is it, anyway?"

"Secondhand," Erik deadpanned. "This bike is used; they won’t rent it. It’s a Street Bob with a custom hardtail kit. You don’t want this."

Annoyance burned low in Charles gut. “Don’t tell me what I don’t want.”

If anything, Erik’s amused expression achieved a devilish cast that was all but insufferable. He lifted his hands to his narrowed hips and jerked his chin at the salesman that was waiting just at the edge of the immediate fleet. “I’ll go tell him, but I don’t fancy your chances.”

Read More →

By the time they pulled into a Subway in San Luis Obispo, Charles was torn between focusing on the pain in his shoulders and the tingling in his fingers from the ape hangers and the wreck his ass and back was becoming. Enjoying the crisp ocean air, the clouds building high into the sky, and the winding view along the cliffs and beaches was secondary.

And they still had three hours to go. He shot Erik dirty looks as they waked into the Subway. Erik simply smiled back and said, “Hardtail.”

Sitting in the shop wasn’t too bad; the hard benches didn’t have suspension, but then they weren’t going anywhere. Charles favored Erik with the silent treatment the entire time. Not one to mind the quiet, Erik didn’t seem to mind, but he also kept his free hand up the back of Charles’ leather jacket. He rubbed firmly at the small of Charles’ back and gradually up beneath his shoulder blades.

Getting off the bike and walking around before and after sandwiches helped stretch Charles’ muscles beyond the comforting massage Erik had secretly bestowed inside the shop. His shoulders still hurt, but feeling returned fully to his fingertips. He dreaded getting back on the bike for another three hours.

With a sigh, he turned on his helmet’s radio and slung a leg over the Street Bob and sat down. On his way to the V-Rod, Erik paused next to the Harley’s bright, metallic green tank. “Want to switch bikes?”

Charles’ mind screamed yes, but his mouth betrayed him with a firm, “No.”

Read More