15 minutes, and 14 little screws later...... they're color matched!!
I also have made hotel reservations for the Sport-touring.net meet in Custer, SD. I'll be there June 13-16, or maybe longer. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Thank You Fedex!!!
This morning, before I was even really awake, the door bell rang. When I peeked around the corner and looked downstairs, all I could see was a box at the door. The Fedex man had been here! It's like Christmas when he shows up. I had ordered a set of Givi PLX-35 saddlebags and liners for my big green Kawasaki.. I had ordered the matching candy lime green inserts and the mounting kit for the bags a while ago, but I had to wait a little bit and let the checkbook recover before I ordered the bags.
15 minutes, and 14 little screws later...... they're color matched!!
Maybe this weekend I'll bolt up the mounting kits.
I also have made hotel reservations for the Sport-touring.net meet in Custer, SD. I'll be there June 13-16, or maybe longer. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone.
15 minutes, and 14 little screws later...... they're color matched!!
I also have made hotel reservations for the Sport-touring.net meet in Custer, SD. I'll be there June 13-16, or maybe longer. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Some Old Pictures from Sturgis 2005, and a True Story!
I haven't been able to do much riding this last week. The weather has been cold and rainy. Temps have been in the 50's. I was looking at old pictures in my computer and found a few from the Sturgis rally in 2005.
That was the year my girlfriend, Nancy, drove out to Belle Fourche and met me for our last day and night of the rally. The next day, most of the guys I was with were going to pack up and head home. Nancy and I were going to ride further west. We really had no plan, but there were a few things I wanted to see. My friend John and his cousin Paul were going to be with us part of the way.
Here's the group. From L to R...
Garth, Jim, Deb, Scott, Sara, Carl, Julie, Larrie, Lyle, and me. I'm not sure where John is? Maybe taking the picture?
One of the activities we try to take in during the rally is the Thunder Run. It's a guided motorcycle ride from Ellsworth A.F.B., through the Black Hills, that ends up in Sturgis. The line up for the ride is on the tarmac at the base. While lining up, you can have a photo op in front of a B-1B Lancer.
In the photo, Paul, John, me, Garth, Lee, Gabi, and Lyle. Click the pic for a larger view.
At the end of the ride is a presentation by the Mayor of Sturgis and the Base Commander. Afterwards, there's usually a fly-over by one of the bases B-1B's. The fly over is so cool! If you're no on the ball and don't see it coming, you won't hear it until it's on top of you and headed away. I've been caught unaware a few times. It scares the crap out of you. The B-1B comes in low, buzzes the crowd, pulls up steep and hammers the throttle. It's awesome!
After the rally, Nancy and I headed southwest. We spent the first night in a KOA cabin outside of Fort Collins, CO. At the end of the next day we met up with Paul and John in Grand Junction, CO. The next day we took I-70 west into Utah and got off at exit 214. We followed hwy 6 to 128. We took 128, which follows the Colorado River, all the way to Moab. From Moab we rode 191 south to 163 into Arizona. Paul broke off from the group and headed for home in Flagstaff. John continued with us until we left Zion N.P.
These pictures are from along the way...
I know I have more pictures from the trip, but I think I was just transitioning from film to digital that year.
On that trip we went through Bryce Canyon and Zion N.P. We also rode Utah hwy 12 from Escalante to Torrey. Id rate that ride a 10+ !!
I know the story that follows will seem odd, but both Nancy and I were there and we both recall exactly the same things....
We had passed through Caliente, NV and the sun was low, but there was still a lot of daylight left. We were headed west on 93 and going to go up 375 to Rachel for the night. About 10 miles up 375, things started to get weird. The road behind us was fairly straight, ahead of us was the pass over the Pahrangat mountains. As I was steering the Goldwing I noticed white lights behind us in the mirrors. They looked like headlights, except they were WAY too far apart. It looked like they were 20 feet off the side of road, on both sides of the road, one light on each side, and maybe 1/4 mile behind us. I saw the 2 lights in both mirrors. It was really strange. There was no other traffic, we passed by no houses, no street lights, and there was no noise, but the lights were there in the mirrors. Nancy saw them too. The lights followed us over the pass, around curves, never getting closer, yet never moving out of my view. A few moments after the road straightened out, Nancy yelped. She said that it felt like she had just had an electric shock in her thigh.
We stopped on the side of 375, just north of Groom Lake Road. It was also while going over the pass that it went from dusk to pitch black. The kind of darkness where you can't see your hand in front of your face. While we were stopped we heard the sound of cows. We had seen the "open range" signs when we entered into NV, but hadn't seen any cattle until I got my big police Mag-light out the Goldwing's trunk and lit up the highway. We had stopped right in the middle of a heard of black cows. They were so black that even shining a bright light on them they were hard to see. About all we could see were eyes all around us.
We must have been there a half an hour when a car came up 375 from behind us. It was occupied by an older male. He asked us if we were going to Rachel, I told him we were. He said, "I'll see you there". Both Nancy and I thought the guy seemed kind of odd. We waited for his tail lights to disappear in the distance. We mounted up and continued on our way. When we pulled into the parking lot of the only open business in Rachel, the Little Aleinn, the man from back down the road was getting out of his car. We watched as he walked over to the passenger side door, he reached in the open window and pulled out an uncased, pump shotgun. While we stood there, he racked the shells out of the gun, put he gun back in the car and pocketed the ammo.
All of us went into the Little Aleinn at the same time. He started a conversation with someone inside about being stopped by the "damn Highway Patrol".... I wasn't really listening to what they were saying. The conversation eventually got around to us, the new strangers in town. The man asked us if we were on vacation, and where we were from. He eventually asked the question that I knew I didn't want to answer. He asked what I did for a living. I didn't tell him that I was a Deputy Sheriff. I told him I worked for the county, plowing snow and cutting grass. When we asked if there was a place to sent up a tent for the night. The woman behind the counter told us to set up anywhere in the grass next to the parking lot. That was the only night I've ever slept with my Glock under my pillow, and that was the only time I've ever been "carrying" while on vacation.
The grassy area next to the parking lot and next to hwy 375.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. After we got home Nancy noticed a small rough patch of skin in the same spot she felt the shock. To this day, almost 6 years later, there's still a 1/4 inch square patch of rough skin on the thigh. It has never gone away, or gotten bigger... Weird!!! Her Dr. had kind of glanced at it and said it was nothing. It couldn't have been a bug bite or sting. She had on heavy textile over pants, over a pair of jeans.
I think she should have an x-ray or ultra sound of her thigh done????
That was the year my girlfriend, Nancy, drove out to Belle Fourche and met me for our last day and night of the rally. The next day, most of the guys I was with were going to pack up and head home. Nancy and I were going to ride further west. We really had no plan, but there were a few things I wanted to see. My friend John and his cousin Paul were going to be with us part of the way.
Here's the group. From L to R...
Garth, Jim, Deb, Scott, Sara, Carl, Julie, Larrie, Lyle, and me. I'm not sure where John is? Maybe taking the picture?
One of the activities we try to take in during the rally is the Thunder Run. It's a guided motorcycle ride from Ellsworth A.F.B., through the Black Hills, that ends up in Sturgis. The line up for the ride is on the tarmac at the base. While lining up, you can have a photo op in front of a B-1B Lancer.
In the photo, Paul, John, me, Garth, Lee, Gabi, and Lyle. Click the pic for a larger view.
At the end of the ride is a presentation by the Mayor of Sturgis and the Base Commander. Afterwards, there's usually a fly-over by one of the bases B-1B's. The fly over is so cool! If you're no on the ball and don't see it coming, you won't hear it until it's on top of you and headed away. I've been caught unaware a few times. It scares the crap out of you. The B-1B comes in low, buzzes the crowd, pulls up steep and hammers the throttle. It's awesome!
After the rally, Nancy and I headed southwest. We spent the first night in a KOA cabin outside of Fort Collins, CO. At the end of the next day we met up with Paul and John in Grand Junction, CO. The next day we took I-70 west into Utah and got off at exit 214. We followed hwy 6 to 128. We took 128, which follows the Colorado River, all the way to Moab. From Moab we rode 191 south to 163 into Arizona. Paul broke off from the group and headed for home in Flagstaff. John continued with us until we left Zion N.P.
These pictures are from along the way...
I know I have more pictures from the trip, but I think I was just transitioning from film to digital that year.
On that trip we went through Bryce Canyon and Zion N.P. We also rode Utah hwy 12 from Escalante to Torrey. Id rate that ride a 10+ !!
I know the story that follows will seem odd, but both Nancy and I were there and we both recall exactly the same things....
We had passed through Caliente, NV and the sun was low, but there was still a lot of daylight left. We were headed west on 93 and going to go up 375 to Rachel for the night. About 10 miles up 375, things started to get weird. The road behind us was fairly straight, ahead of us was the pass over the Pahrangat mountains. As I was steering the Goldwing I noticed white lights behind us in the mirrors. They looked like headlights, except they were WAY too far apart. It looked like they were 20 feet off the side of road, on both sides of the road, one light on each side, and maybe 1/4 mile behind us. I saw the 2 lights in both mirrors. It was really strange. There was no other traffic, we passed by no houses, no street lights, and there was no noise, but the lights were there in the mirrors. Nancy saw them too. The lights followed us over the pass, around curves, never getting closer, yet never moving out of my view. A few moments after the road straightened out, Nancy yelped. She said that it felt like she had just had an electric shock in her thigh.
We stopped on the side of 375, just north of Groom Lake Road. It was also while going over the pass that it went from dusk to pitch black. The kind of darkness where you can't see your hand in front of your face. While we were stopped we heard the sound of cows. We had seen the "open range" signs when we entered into NV, but hadn't seen any cattle until I got my big police Mag-light out the Goldwing's trunk and lit up the highway. We had stopped right in the middle of a heard of black cows. They were so black that even shining a bright light on them they were hard to see. About all we could see were eyes all around us.
We must have been there a half an hour when a car came up 375 from behind us. It was occupied by an older male. He asked us if we were going to Rachel, I told him we were. He said, "I'll see you there". Both Nancy and I thought the guy seemed kind of odd. We waited for his tail lights to disappear in the distance. We mounted up and continued on our way. When we pulled into the parking lot of the only open business in Rachel, the Little Aleinn, the man from back down the road was getting out of his car. We watched as he walked over to the passenger side door, he reached in the open window and pulled out an uncased, pump shotgun. While we stood there, he racked the shells out of the gun, put he gun back in the car and pocketed the ammo.
All of us went into the Little Aleinn at the same time. He started a conversation with someone inside about being stopped by the "damn Highway Patrol".... I wasn't really listening to what they were saying. The conversation eventually got around to us, the new strangers in town. The man asked us if we were on vacation, and where we were from. He eventually asked the question that I knew I didn't want to answer. He asked what I did for a living. I didn't tell him that I was a Deputy Sheriff. I told him I worked for the county, plowing snow and cutting grass. When we asked if there was a place to sent up a tent for the night. The woman behind the counter told us to set up anywhere in the grass next to the parking lot. That was the only night I've ever slept with my Glock under my pillow, and that was the only time I've ever been "carrying" while on vacation.
The grassy area next to the parking lot and next to hwy 375.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. After we got home Nancy noticed a small rough patch of skin in the same spot she felt the shock. To this day, almost 6 years later, there's still a 1/4 inch square patch of rough skin on the thigh. It has never gone away, or gotten bigger... Weird!!! Her Dr. had kind of glanced at it and said it was nothing. It couldn't have been a bug bite or sting. She had on heavy textile over pants, over a pair of jeans.
I think she should have an x-ray or ultra sound of her thigh done????
Thursday, May 05, 2011
1st Thursday at Dulono's Pizza in Minneapolis
Tonight, John and I went to Dulono's Pizza in Minneapolis for 1st Thursday Bike Night. I met John at his place in St. Paul and from there we drove over to Dulono's at Lake Street and Garfield Ave. John rode his FJR and I was on my Zx-14. We were there early enough to get a good parking spot on the street across from the parking lot. The weather was nice, except for the 10 minutes of rain we had when we first got there.
We walked around and checked out the lot full of diverse motorcycles. Including this 650 Yamaha with a hard tail and a springer fork.
After checking out the bikes for awhile, we went inside and got something to eat. What else would you get at a pizza place?
A medium, pepperoni, sausage, and onion pizza and 2 pops came to just under $19.00. The pizza was very good!!
We went back outside and walked around the bikes some more. This black and gold Suzuki Hayabusa caught my eye. I'd hate to have to clean that. It was sharp though.
We left there about 7:30. John got off the highway in St.Paul, and I continued back to WI. It was a great way to spend an evening.
We walked around and checked out the lot full of diverse motorcycles. Including this 650 Yamaha with a hard tail and a springer fork.
A nice Honda CBX.
1976 Yamaha RD-400
Kawasaki GPz-550
A very nice custom Honda 750/836 big bore kit done Cafe style.
We went back outside and walked around the bikes some more. This black and gold Suzuki Hayabusa caught my eye. I'd hate to have to clean that. It was sharp though.
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Sport-Touring.net National Meet in Custer, SD
The best thing about my early retirement is the ability to make and change plans at a moments notice. I have not committed myself yet, but I've been thinking a pre-Sturgis trip to South Dakota is required. The Sport-Touring.net web site is having a meet in Custer, SD. It'll take place the week of June 15th.
If I attend, I'd probably leave home on Sunday the 12th and maybe ride only half way the first day. If I rode the entire 650+ miles the first day, I'd probably not feel like doing much riding the next day. I'd arrive in Custer later in the day on Monday the 13th. I could ride the Black Hills on the 14th, 15th, and 16th. Then head for home on Friday the 17th. Or maybe stay later?
I've always been interested in the Cold War, and have wanted to tour the Minuteman Missile National Historic Site near Wall, SD. This trip might be the perfect time to do that. Click for info!!!
I've got some planning to to...
If I attend, I'd probably leave home on Sunday the 12th and maybe ride only half way the first day. If I rode the entire 650+ miles the first day, I'd probably not feel like doing much riding the next day. I'd arrive in Custer later in the day on Monday the 13th. I could ride the Black Hills on the 14th, 15th, and 16th. Then head for home on Friday the 17th. Or maybe stay later?
I've always been interested in the Cold War, and have wanted to tour the Minuteman Missile National Historic Site near Wall, SD. This trip might be the perfect time to do that. Click for info!!!
I've got some planning to to...
Saturday, April 09, 2011
My Therapy.
This weekend I finally got to do something that I haven't been able to do since early last November. I went riding!!!! On Friday, I put the repaired forks and a new set of EBC brake pads on the FJR. I managed to get in a nice 100 mile ride in the Wisconsin countryside. I rode non stop, and had forgotten to take my camera with me. I had also forgotten how nice the FJR rides. A little clean up and it might make it's way onto craigslist.
Today, I took the Zx-14 out for a ride. After cleaning and lubing the chain, and adding a little air to the tires, I rode for 209 miles. I was gone a little over 4 and a half hours. I made a quick stop in Plum City and called XM radio to have them refresh my little Roady II. 10 minutes later, I had American Top 40 from this week in 1971 playing in my helmet. I rode mostly county roads with letter designations. I wasn't even thinking about where I was going or which road I should take. Most of the roads were in pretty good shape. A few of the less traveled ones had lots of sand in the intersections, and there was sand on the steep hilly sections. A few days of rain will take care of that problem. I took county back roads all the way to Mondovi. Then, I had a nice fast paced, 21 mile run, down WI hwy. 37 to Alma. Hwy. 37 has a lot of nice high speed sweepers!!! I took WI hwy. 35 the 60 miles back to Prescott.
It felt so good to finally get out of the house, get on a motorcycle, have a few hours to listen to the 70's channel and clear my head. I truly enjoyed today's therapy session!!!!
A view of the cockpit...
My small tank bag with 12 volt power, Xm RoadyII, my small FM radio that I keep in the tank bag and listen to the Xm through, and my molded ear plug speakers from plugup.com The ear plugs are the BEST money I've ever spent on motorcycle related items... PERIOD! And the company has fixed them for me twice. Not for free, but that's ok, it was my fault both times I broke them.
Today, I took the Zx-14 out for a ride. After cleaning and lubing the chain, and adding a little air to the tires, I rode for 209 miles. I was gone a little over 4 and a half hours. I made a quick stop in Plum City and called XM radio to have them refresh my little Roady II. 10 minutes later, I had American Top 40 from this week in 1971 playing in my helmet. I rode mostly county roads with letter designations. I wasn't even thinking about where I was going or which road I should take. Most of the roads were in pretty good shape. A few of the less traveled ones had lots of sand in the intersections, and there was sand on the steep hilly sections. A few days of rain will take care of that problem. I took county back roads all the way to Mondovi. Then, I had a nice fast paced, 21 mile run, down WI hwy. 37 to Alma. Hwy. 37 has a lot of nice high speed sweepers!!! I took WI hwy. 35 the 60 miles back to Prescott.
It felt so good to finally get out of the house, get on a motorcycle, have a few hours to listen to the 70's channel and clear my head. I truly enjoyed today's therapy session!!!!
A view of the cockpit...
My small tank bag with 12 volt power, Xm RoadyII, my small FM radio that I keep in the tank bag and listen to the Xm through, and my molded ear plug speakers from plugup.com The ear plugs are the BEST money I've ever spent on motorcycle related items... PERIOD! And the company has fixed them for me twice. Not for free, but that's ok, it was my fault both times I broke them.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Shopping!
While waiting for this never ending winter to get over, I did some shopping. I picked up a set of tires for the Zx-14. I bought them one size taller. The normal rear tire is a 190/50-ZR17, I'm going to try a 190/55-ZR17 instead. The new Michelin Pilot Road 3's were not in stock yet, so I got a set of the PR2's. Other on-line stores seemed to have raised their prices, but I found a good deal on these at motorcyclesuperstores.com. They were $277.98 shipped.
I also decided to buy hard side bags for the Zx-14. I shopped at TwistedThrottle.com and bought the SW-Motec brand, quick release mounts for the Givi PLX style bags. I also ordered a set of color matched inserts for the hard bags. They are a Kawasaki item intended for use on the '09 Versus with Kawasaki hard bags. The Kawasaki bags are the same as the Givi bags. They are painted the same color as my Candy Lime green, 09, Zx-14.
I still have to order the Givi brand hard bags, but judging by the way the weather is going, I'll have a few weeks before riding season starts.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Come on Spring!!
The weather is looking better today. It's 42 degrees in my back yard. That's in the shade, on the north side of the house. The snow is melting off the roof so fast, it looks like some one's running a garden hose off the roof.
I got an e-mail from Denniskirk.com. It said they're having a tire sale, with up to 40% off... I checked their prices for a set of Michelin PR-2's, and found their prices had gone up nearly $30.00 A TIRE from about a month ago . So much for a "sale". I ended up buying a set of tires from Motorcycle Superstores. Their prices had actually dropped since the last time I checked prices. I have a set of 120/70ZR-17 and 190/55ZR-17 Michelin Pilot Road 2's coming for my Zx-14.
I've been looking at places to go this year. My list of possible things to do includes,
May 14, A day at the track for a "cornering and safety seminar".
May 20-22, The FJR rally in Russellville, Arkansas.
June 12-16, The sport-touring.net meet in Custer, South Dakota.
August ? The Sturgis rally, and western states again.
I've started looking at maps and checking out web sites like roadsideamerica.com, trying to find interesting routes. I'd kind of like to take in some of the Pacific Coast Hwy. Maybe some eastern, north central California. Last year, before I retired, I was sent out to the Angels Camp/Copperopolis/Vallecito area of CA. We had a prisoner transfer to do. It was a beautiful area. It would also be nice to ride some of the old Route 66.
I have more planning to do.
I got an e-mail from Denniskirk.com. It said they're having a tire sale, with up to 40% off... I checked their prices for a set of Michelin PR-2's, and found their prices had gone up nearly $30.00 A TIRE from about a month ago . So much for a "sale". I ended up buying a set of tires from Motorcycle Superstores. Their prices had actually dropped since the last time I checked prices. I have a set of 120/70ZR-17 and 190/55ZR-17 Michelin Pilot Road 2's coming for my Zx-14.
I've been looking at places to go this year. My list of possible things to do includes,
May 14, A day at the track for a "cornering and safety seminar".
May 20-22, The FJR rally in Russellville, Arkansas.
June 12-16, The sport-touring.net meet in Custer, South Dakota.
August ? The Sturgis rally, and western states again.
I've started looking at maps and checking out web sites like roadsideamerica.com, trying to find interesting routes. I'd kind of like to take in some of the Pacific Coast Hwy. Maybe some eastern, north central California. Last year, before I retired, I was sent out to the Angels Camp/Copperopolis/Vallecito area of CA. We had a prisoner transfer to do. It was a beautiful area. It would also be nice to ride some of the old Route 66.
I have more planning to do.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Still Winter...
Winter is dragging on here in Wisconsin. The nice 30-40 degree weather we had last week has been replaced with another blast from old man winter. Tonight, we are getting another 12-18 inches of snow. There hasn't been much I could do to get over the winter blahs. I did make it to the Cycle World Motorcycle Show. It just made things worse. My mind started thinking of riding again, and all the nice places to go... I need spring to get here soon.
My FJR forks are still at 2K Motorsports in Richfield, MN. They are waiting for a bronze bushing to arrive.
I did find an interesting post on Craigslist. I've cut/pasted it below, un-edited and in full for your enjoyment.
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2008 Harley FLHTC Custom Bobfork - $87000 (Las Vegas)
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Date: 2011-02-08, 5:37PM PST
Reply to: sale-zketp-2204523906@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
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If you are looking for a chrome plated sub-tech slow no stopping lousy cornering oil leaking louder than Crackatoa motorcycle with black and white tv era technology that you can pay too much for then this bike is for you. This bike will make up for your tiny manhood and eggshell ego and is perfect for that fat-ass tits on the ground tattooed smelly bovine nearly toothless "old lady" you lug around with you every where you go just so you don't have to kiss her goodbye. Now you can show up at biker events and mingle with other beer-aholic losers who play dress up with the black outfits and stupid vests covered in dumb slogan patches and cheesy trinket buttons and pretend like you're a "son of anarchy." This bike has enough chrome on it to blind you on a sunny day and enough money invested in it to keep my kids from having descent shoes or dental care. Why should they be different from Mom and Dad...right? If you buy it this week I'll throw in every other dumb thing I've bought just because it says "Harley" on it. Once you throw a leg over this beauty you can run that movie in your head where you're the big hero and chicks flock around you like flies. Actually those are flies, but your friends will tell you how "bad to the bone" you look and make you feel special and that alone is priceless in a world where you can get a personality from a dealership. So don't wait. Bust out that wallet tethered to you with a dog chain and plop down your kids college tuition and you can fantasize about being a man. This is your chance.
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I think the ad is freakin' phenomenal!!!!!!! Someone out there has a great sense of humor. Good job, whoever you are!
I guess winter has taken it's toll on me. Hurry up spring!
My FJR forks are still at 2K Motorsports in Richfield, MN. They are waiting for a bronze bushing to arrive.
I did find an interesting post on Craigslist. I've cut/pasted it below, un-edited and in full for your enjoyment.
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2008 Harley FLHTC Custom Bobfork - $87000 (Las Vegas)
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Date: 2011-02-08, 5:37PM PST
Reply to: sale-zketp-2204523906@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
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If you are looking for a chrome plated sub-tech slow no stopping lousy cornering oil leaking louder than Crackatoa motorcycle with black and white tv era technology that you can pay too much for then this bike is for you. This bike will make up for your tiny manhood and eggshell ego and is perfect for that fat-ass tits on the ground tattooed smelly bovine nearly toothless "old lady" you lug around with you every where you go just so you don't have to kiss her goodbye. Now you can show up at biker events and mingle with other beer-aholic losers who play dress up with the black outfits and stupid vests covered in dumb slogan patches and cheesy trinket buttons and pretend like you're a "son of anarchy." This bike has enough chrome on it to blind you on a sunny day and enough money invested in it to keep my kids from having descent shoes or dental care. Why should they be different from Mom and Dad...right? If you buy it this week I'll throw in every other dumb thing I've bought just because it says "Harley" on it. Once you throw a leg over this beauty you can run that movie in your head where you're the big hero and chicks flock around you like flies. Actually those are flies, but your friends will tell you how "bad to the bone" you look and make you feel special and that alone is priceless in a world where you can get a personality from a dealership. So don't wait. Bust out that wallet tethered to you with a dog chain and plop down your kids college tuition and you can fantasize about being a man. This is your chance.
I think the ad is freakin' phenomenal!!!!!!! Someone out there has a great sense of humor. Good job, whoever you are!
I guess winter has taken it's toll on me. Hurry up spring!
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Sad News: Thanks a Lot, Idiot!
I just saw this tonight.
Shoe Tree Cut Down by Vandals! Click for story....
Some low life cut down the shoe tree along Hwy 50 in Nevada. It's a good thing I was there this year and got pictures of it before some unthinking A$$ clown f'ed it up for everyone else.
Here is the article, cut and pasted, in case it gets moved from the URL.
Has someone declared war on America's beloved shoe trees? (And we're not talking about this version of "shoe tree.")
The world's largest shoe tree -- located along U.S. 50 in Nevada about 125 miles east of Reno -- was callously chopped down by vandals. And last summer, a well-known shoe tree in Idaho burned to the ground.
Nevada's landmark shoe tree -- a spot where travelers on "the loneliest road in America" have stopped for decades to deposit their boots, sneakers, pumps and even roller blades -- is rumored to have come into being years ago after a quarreling couple tossed each others' shoes into the 70-foot cottonwood tree on their wedding night. Others, for some reason, felt compelled to follow suit, and soon a full-fledged phenomenon was born.
(You can check out a gallery of earlier photos of the Nevada tree here.)
Indeed, shoe trees have become a quirky slice of Americana often sought out by generations of road-trippers. Roadside America -- which bills itself as an "online guide to offbeat tourist attractions" -- wrote that shoe trees "may be the greatest embodiment of the American Spirit you can find on the highway" and explained how they flourish thusly:
A shoe tree starts with one dreamer, tossing his or her footwear-of-old high into the sky, to catch on an out-of-reach branch. It usually end there, unseen and neglected by others. But on rare occasions, that first pair of shoes triggers a shoe tossing cascade. Soon, teens are gathering up their old Adidas and Sauconys, families are driving out after church with Dad's Reeboks and grandma's Keds. Many inscribe messages on the sneakers in permanent marker -- greetings, love poems and life accomplishments.
The Associated Press reports that the Middlegate, Nevada, shoe tree was cut down late Thursday or early Friday and that "fresh sawdust was found on the snow" by authorities. A memorial for the tree will be held by local residents on Feb. 13.
Bummer.
Here's a picture of the downed shoe tree. It was taken by a member of the ST.N forum.
Shoe Tree Cut Down by Vandals! Click for story....
Some low life cut down the shoe tree along Hwy 50 in Nevada. It's a good thing I was there this year and got pictures of it before some unthinking A$$ clown f'ed it up for everyone else.
Here is the article, cut and pasted, in case it gets moved from the URL.
Has someone declared war on America's beloved shoe trees? (And we're not talking about this version of "shoe tree.")
The world's largest shoe tree -- located along U.S. 50 in Nevada about 125 miles east of Reno -- was callously chopped down by vandals. And last summer, a well-known shoe tree in Idaho burned to the ground.
Nevada's landmark shoe tree -- a spot where travelers on "the loneliest road in America" have stopped for decades to deposit their boots, sneakers, pumps and even roller blades -- is rumored to have come into being years ago after a quarreling couple tossed each others' shoes into the 70-foot cottonwood tree on their wedding night. Others, for some reason, felt compelled to follow suit, and soon a full-fledged phenomenon was born.
(You can check out a gallery of earlier photos of the Nevada tree here.)
Indeed, shoe trees have become a quirky slice of Americana often sought out by generations of road-trippers. Roadside America -- which bills itself as an "online guide to offbeat tourist attractions" -- wrote that shoe trees "may be the greatest embodiment of the American Spirit you can find on the highway" and explained how they flourish thusly:
A shoe tree starts with one dreamer, tossing his or her footwear-of-old high into the sky, to catch on an out-of-reach branch. It usually end there, unseen and neglected by others. But on rare occasions, that first pair of shoes triggers a shoe tossing cascade. Soon, teens are gathering up their old Adidas and Sauconys, families are driving out after church with Dad's Reeboks and grandma's Keds. Many inscribe messages on the sneakers in permanent marker -- greetings, love poems and life accomplishments.
The Associated Press reports that the Middlegate, Nevada, shoe tree was cut down late Thursday or early Friday and that "fresh sawdust was found on the snow" by authorities. A memorial for the tree will be held by local residents on Feb. 13.
Bummer.
Here's a picture of the downed shoe tree. It was taken by a member of the ST.N forum.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
More Craigslist Rant!
OK, I've been looking at a 1971 Honda SL-70 on the local craigslist. This is a photo from the ad.
I had a 1971 SL-70 when I was 14. It was my first motorcycle. It looked just like this red one. This is not my old bike in the picture, but some one's nicely restored one.
I've emailed the owner twice about the motorcycle. The owner has not replied and the ad is still on craigslist. If you place an ad with something for sale, it would be nice if you'd respond to inquires.
I'd like to have the SL-70 as a winter project. I'd love to restore it to look like the beautiful red one above.
**** Update 12-8-10 **** I have sent 4 emails from 3 different accounts. No reply. How rude is that. If it's sold take the ad down, send back a simple 3 word reply to inquires like, "sorry, it's sold". How freakin hard would that be. Some people!!!
****As of 12-14-10**** The ad is gone, posting expired. The owner never did reply, and he left the ad up until time ran out. How rude!!! Oh well, on to other things.
I had a 1971 SL-70 when I was 14. It was my first motorcycle. It looked just like this red one. This is not my old bike in the picture, but some one's nicely restored one.
I've emailed the owner twice about the motorcycle. The owner has not replied and the ad is still on craigslist. If you place an ad with something for sale, it would be nice if you'd respond to inquires.
I'd like to have the SL-70 as a winter project. I'd love to restore it to look like the beautiful red one above.
**** Update 12-8-10 **** I have sent 4 emails from 3 different accounts. No reply. How rude is that. If it's sold take the ad down, send back a simple 3 word reply to inquires like, "sorry, it's sold". How freakin hard would that be. Some people!!!
****As of 12-14-10**** The ad is gone, posting expired. The owner never did reply, and he left the ad up until time ran out. How rude!!! Oh well, on to other things.
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