Black Folks in Charge

To a conservative individual the fact that something doesn't work on a small scale is an obvious indicator it won't work on a large scale. A liberal, on the other hand, upon seeing an implemented idea fail locally will always espouse the idea that it will still work but only if universally applied.


I give you the microcosm:

Helena Arkansas is under a 24hr per day curfew; Mayor James Valley has effectively declared martial law:

Thursday night, 18 to 20 police officers carrying M-16 rifles, shotguns and night-vision scopes patrolled the "curfew zone." They arrested about eight people and confiscated drugs and loaded weapons.

The Macrocosm:











Remember the old jokes about "Stupid signs"? A fella is said to have done something stupid and the comedian hams the line, "Here's your sign!" somewhat akin to the running "You might be a redneck..." gags.

Well,

Here's your sign:

Do Try and Keep Up.....

Enter the Dragon

What you are lookin' at here is the last pulloff before starting up the hill to The Dragon proper. I had to take a pick to torment those who couldn't go.

Hey!, What are friends for?

Harley Riders Caught in a Time Trap

Somewhere about 1976 a whole boatload of american otherwise males stepped out of the flow of time and into the Twilight Zone of a time trap. Ya' every been sittong around a campfire with a bunch of fellas and some asshat pipes up with the old chestnut, "Guys, it just doesn't get any better than this." Now this is, at any given time, a demonstably untrue statement but some folks looked around in 1976 and thought that very thing.

In fact, they thought it so hard they managed to step outside the steady flow of time by which the rest of us gauge past events. An example of this is the fellow below:

Don't think Screamin' Eagle, think NRHS or Zippers.

An 883 can be taken out to 1250cc with just bolt-on parts. 90rwhp, 75lbft/tq at the rear wheel is attainable on pump gas.

If you REALLY wanna get your hands dirty, an 88" kit is available that should yield 110+rwhp, 100+ lbft tq, again on pump gas.

Or you could just leave it as an 883.
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rubber side down,

derek

http://azbiker.smugmug.com

I lifted this from a thread over on ADVrider.com wherein a fella was lookin' to slow down a bit and asked folks to chime in on which Harley's were preferred among the herd. The thing to note is the horsepower number being touted. Keeping in mind this is a 2008 thread, I will point out to the uninformed that a modern 600cc bike carries better numbers from the factory for a less princely sum. Add up all the time wasted and money burned (thousands) to bump the old wheezer up to less that respectable numbers and you have found yourself an idiot or a timewarp victim. You pick.

For Angela: Supermoto Madness

I know this is a repost, but I gotta take care of the homegirls.




No squealing with delight while at work, Angela.

Why NASCAR sucks

This may be a repeat, but...


Moto GP Animals - Funny home videos are a click away

Why does anybody do business in california?

The Nestle company wants to build a water bottling plant in california and the attorney general of california has threatened to sue if they build w/o some bullshit study about the plant's impact on "global warming". Nestle is planning on doing the "study" over the next few years. Why?

Why the hell would you not just pack your shit and leave? No tellin' what this "study" will cost! Screw 'em! It would be entertaining to hear about california's employment problems. I would advise anyone with stock in Nestle to sell as the management has lost its collective mind.

Hey, morons: jobs come from factories. Sorta like electricity comes from power plants. Remember that one?

Hmmmm

TSA Screeners Abusing Power! Shocking! Nobody Saw this Coming, eh?!

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Mean Green

Suzuki makes good stuff, too:


One from the Home Team:

Dragon Tale

The GS made it's maiden voyage to The Dragon this past Tuesday on a daytrip with some friends and riding buddies including a fella on a Big Dog "Mastif", a Wing, an FJR and other less notable bikes. Been there done that (hung parts on the tree), but it's always nice to have the memory refreshed that it really IS that tightly curved and there really ARE 318 curves in that little 11 mile stretch. Riding heaven y'all.



The GS did great, of course, though it took a bit to get into the groove with it. It really does handle like a dirtbike and I was able to go as deep into the corners before initiating lean as on the KLR and the great ready gobs of low RPM torque saved me from worrying over gear selection in the Gravity Cavity. I did, however, fail to drag a valve cover. Maybe next time.....

The Dragon is not for everyone and I really don't see the allure of it for the cruiser "riders" (herders?) among us. Whilst sitting shaded on a bench, cigar in hand at The Crossroads of Time (this refers to the propensity of locals to engage in quantifying the units of time required to personally traverse the dragon and back for comparison to other riders and has nothing whatsoever to do with relativistic physics or The Twilight Zone) motorcycle resort with a good view of the incoming porcine aficionados I was drawn to make a few observations about the poor sisters of the motorcycle world. Near as I can tell there is a "rite of passage" or "initiation" element to it for them. They don't enjoy it; this is obvious from the shaking and obvious relief upon dismounting. Many a sweaty brow is self-consciously wiped at the Crossroads of Time and often it takes two or three tries to get the kickstand down in a rush to plant feet to terra firma.

Another interesting phenomenon exhibited by the porcine herdsman is his/her perplexing tendency to critique much faster riders. I first observed this at The Overlook which occurs after about 30 turns into The Dragon; as riders of the smooth, fast, and often unicycular variety zip by the wide eyed herder he can be seen to shake his jowly head and prognosticate the eminent demise of riders of "them crotchrockets" just around the next bend. I will optimistically attribute this not to a wish for the death of a faster rider on better equipment, but to a complete and total lack of comprehension of the gap in technology, refinement, design, and power that can only be expressed in orders of magnitude. Effectively a War of the Worlds level of technology deficit. There is also the juxtaposition of those out playing "dress up" to those out pushing their personal performance envelope which comes into play. Perhaps the pig herder thinks "them crotchrocket" riders are just playing "dress up" too, and sees no sense in them riding faster since the perception is everyone is out playing "dress up" and all should ride slowly so as to display his costume better. Beats me.

Presumably to compensate for their inability to wisely choose a two wheeled conveyance or perhaps from frustration at having folk on sportbikes, hell - even dirtbikes and scooters!, pass them as water passes 'round rock in a stream whilst they struggle to even continue without leaving the road surface many will gamely twist the ear of their porcine mount causing it to emit a cacophony all out of proportion to the motive force being applied to pavement. Perhaps they seek to make up in annoyance what they lack in prowess. Whatever the intention, the result is comical; akin to a septuagenarian trying to pick up chicks by "tempting" them with his new Viagra prescription.


Words of wisdom:

A Harley Davidson is the most efficient means yet devised for converting petroleum into noise without the side effect of power.

Badass KLR650sm

Dude drilled the rims himself. Rode it all the way from ontario.

JACIII

The dragon

Wish you were here.

JACIII

Folk Art

Interesting interpretation of "The Dragon"

JACIII

Deals gap overlook

85 degrees and sunny. A good day to ride.

JACIII

Chicks

ruin everything.

JACIII

Haven't gotten one of these in awhile...

What a hoot!

I am a Manager of one of one the leading bank in South Africa, I am seeking for your Co-operation to present you to my bank as the next of kin/will beneficiary to my deceased client, Before his death, he has a bank balance with my bank to the tune of ($14.7m,) Mr. MORRIS THOMPSON, a businessman based in South Africa, died since 2000. In an air crash along with his wife on 1st of January 2000 in Alaska Airlines Flight 261 with other passengers on board.

You can confirm this from the website below.
http://www.cnn.com/2000/US/02/01/alaska.airlines.list/

No other person knows about this account. The madalities is to use our influence as Managers/directors of the bank to approve
the funds to you. So if your interested forward to me your names,age,country,profession Phone/fax so I can contact you.

yours faitfully
Mr.jeff sithole

Congrats to Bill on His New Bike!

Some very creative refurbishing there, Bill.




Sorry Nate. KZ650. Doesn't appear to be a perfect match as the tank looks more like from a KZ1000 and the seat from an LTD, but the tail is the clincher for me.

Tank is right, seat is right, tail is wrong:


Somebody want to check the yamahas? I can't bring myself to.

Excuse me while I call Nate and console him...

"Starbucks" closing 600 stores in the US.

We Interupt Your Regularly Scheduled Program...

Nuff said.

The Ozarks and Beyond

Of course, you have to get there first.

I headed out for Nate's on Friday night so we could make an early start of it Saturday morning. We headed out Saturday morning, but not quite early. See, not knowing what my little brother had planned to bring, I loaded up everything but the kitchen sink, so before we headed out I had to pare down my load and distribute the bikes' sherpa duties. We had determined we would bring camping equipment for the convenience of it should we find ourselves on the trail late and too tired and ornery to ride the slab to a motel.

JACIII

We made it!

JACIII

Dirty bird

JACIII

FYYFF !

JACIII and Nate in the Ozarks. We suffer for you.

JACIII

JACIII

Camp "C"

JACIII

Foiled!

JACIII

Life on the road

May be roughin it, but morning coffee is essential.

JACIII

Ready to ride!

So, me and bro decided it was time to tackle the Arkansas
Section of the Trans Am Trail. Third times the charm I reckon.

I met Nathan in Tennessee friday night whence cigars, BBQ, and bourbon were enjoyed to mark the occasion.

Up early, we refined our packing and stowing somewhat. Pared down unessentials to facilitate handling and seat room (240 road miles to Nates, then 380 road miles to the trailhead.) We did a little work to get comms running, hit Walmart for ramen noodles, and headed out.

JACIII

Piss stop

Near Crenshaw.

JACIII

Hey Bill!

Look what I saw today!

JACIII

Russert and the Clinton Clan

I seem to remember the lady taking offense at his rough handling of her early in the primary campaign....

Those upon whom blame for her failure falls might just fail to see her next attempt.

Nice Striper!

Anybody want to guess what I'm doing today?
JACIII

Chicken Little was Bullshitting

Again.

Headline from The Independent

Threat of world Aids pandemic among heterosexuals is over, report admits

A 25-year health campaign was misplaced outside the continent of Africa. But the disease still kills more than all wars and conflicts

The article goes on to state that the risk is primarily to those engaging in buttsex and IV drug users. Surprise, surprise, surprise! I could have asked any whore mongering redneck 15 years ago if he was worried about getting aids and, without the benefit of a degree in biology or an MD he would have responded correctly, "Watch your mouth. I ain't a damned fag."

You never see correction by big news organizations, so don't expect to hear anyhting from the pundentry.

Here is the apology owed:

"You rednecks were right all along about this. We were really just trying to cooperate in the theft of american tax money and use the imaginary issue of heteroaids as a bludgeon to promote saturation of the airwaves with sympathetic coverage for our pet perverts and so our friends would think we were smart, empathetic, and "cutting edge".

Signed __________________________________________________ (idiotic liberal scum)

More than I Bargained for but

No sense in complaining.

JACIII: 06.07.08 - 12:18 PM

I would like to see someone try to give a plain english definition of "Spiritually attuned" and "Spiritually advanced" that didn't require the reader to swallow wheel barrow loads of bullshit to even pretend to buy into.

KyrieEleison 06.07.08 - 01:14 PM
I will give it a shot.

When a secular or naturalist application of "spiritually attuned" is used, the writer is only recognizing "spooky insite" that something "unseen" is having an affect on the physical world and, because of Biblical illiteracy, does not recognize it is a full on, brutal, war between dark and light.

"Spritually attuned" Biblically means to have discernment; to discriminate between what is true (light) and what is false (darkness), between what is from God and what is from Satan.

"Spiritual discernment" is actually one of the spiritual gifts listed in 1 Corinthians 12. This power is increased tremendously when one studies scripture. The FDLS case where the lack of discernment of secular society was brought to light is a very good example of the consequences of the blatant disobedience of God's commandment concerning our Biblical illiteracy... ie: no one should think they won't be next.

Biblically, "Spiritually advanced" would pertain to being Biblically literate with spiritual eyesight that only beleivers have. Secularist have no idea their disbelief causes spiritual blindness. A secularist would only attribute one who was spiritually attuned as merely a form of "quazi-poetic insite"; kind of like a blind person using reason to demand that everyone join him in believing color does not exist.

I was actually trying to get some secularist sucker to attempt to enlighten me and then aid him/her in tieing his/herself into knots, but Kyrie had a little something bright to say. Thought I'd share.

An Offer You Can't Refuse

The Lizard Queen(tm) and Magic Negro (tm) are going to meet face to face. Somebody will not leave happy.








(tm)

It's a Small World After All

Wrong! It a big world and it's growing because folks just don't get out and see it for themselves.

It also yielded somewhat surprising results that reveal how little people move around in their daily lives. Nearly three-quarters of those studied mainly stayed within a 20-mile-wide circle for half a year.

Their opinions are based on television broadcasts of slanted, agenda driven reports and their perception of dinosaur network applied peer pressure from prime time soap opera character's behavior and scripted expressed opinions.

Factor that into your daily life and not much will surprise you.

In the same article:

"In the wrong hands the data could be misused," Hidalgo said. "But in scientists' hands you're trying to look at broad patterns.... We're not trying to do evil things. We're trying to make the world a little better."

Science at it's altuistic "trust me" best.

Texas Judgette Walther Throws a Bitch Fit After Texas Supreme Court Smackdown

Typical for what womyn use for brains:

She was wrong, but not really

"The court does not have the power, with all due respect, to enter any other order (other than vacating)," said Julie Balovich of the Texas RioGrande Legal Aid over the telephone. She argued that no evidence justifying the additional restrictions had been entered as evidence before the judge.

I hope the FLDS lawyers simply back up and file suit. Again. All she's doing is trying to keep her clutches and those of the lying, child abducting, good for nothing, CPS in the business of the FLDS folk to cook up some more whole cloth bullshit to phuck with them for daring to show the world the bunch of power drunk bureaucrat scum they are.

This is one of those things womyn can't forget or forgive regardless of the circumstances and she won't be able to restrain herself from using her position to persecute the FLDS folk. The Texas Supreme Court should have removed the case from her jurisdiction.

Somebody disbar her. For the children.

Update: A friend of Walther posts in her defense. While slandering the FLDS, who are the victors in this particular legal battle, in the same fashion as her friend. Any guesses as to whether they have cats?
Whoa! Somebody took that post down right quick! I only made the one nasty comment....

Hey, Nate!

Found something for you....










Fs: 2001 R1150gs
Blue and White
$7499
ABS
39,000 Miles
New Michelin Anakee's
Lowered foot pegs
Powdercoated belly pan
37/11 Final drive from an R850R
Throttlemeister
Hand Guards
Ohlins Front and rear rebuilt at 35K
Staintine Low Pipe
Sebring Y Pipe
PIAA 1200 Driving Lights
Wunderlich Crashbars coated with bedliner
Ricky Bars
Cee Baily's Windshield
Sergent Seats
Back Rest
Front Fender Extender
Wunderlich Rear Fender Extender
2004 Transmission
Top of the Line rack
K1200RS Mirrors
ADV Headlight Guard

Nike Signs Big Brown To $90 Million Horseshoe Contract

Courtesy of The Onion:

PORTLAND, OR—In a move that added the world's pre-eminent equine athlete to its stable of endorsers Tuesday, Nike signed Kentucky Derby and Preakness Stakes winner Big Brown to a seven-year, $80 million endorsement contract that included a $10 million signing bonus as well as the creation of a signature horseshoe, the Air Brown.

"Nike is ecstatic to sign the top star in horseracing," CEO and Nike president Mike Parker said, unveiling the "jumphorse" logo as the Kentucky-bred colt trotted onstage. "From Michael Jordan to Tiger Woods, Nike has created formidable partnerships with the very best in sports. I can't say how proud we are to work with B.B., who is an extraordinary individual both on and off the track."

"Big B doesn't complain when he gets the far outside starting gate position," Parker added. "He just gallops. And he gives hope to everyone out there that if they train hard, push themselves, and keep their snout clean, they can accomplish anything."

Big Brown, whose Nike endorsement deal is the largest ever for a thoroughbred, was flown from New York to Portland in a private Nike jet stocked with the world's finest bourbon, caviar, sugar cubes, cigars, carrots, and hay. Upon arriving on the west coast, the equine superstar's handlers whisked him past a throng of cheering fans into a stretch limousine bound for Nike headquarters, where Brown, his 11-horse entourage, and his team of lawyers reviewed the contract one last time before signing.

Slated for release on June 1, the lightweight, U-shaped Air Brown horseshoe features Nike's patented air-cushioning system, consisting of a pressurized gas encapsulated in polyurethane and aluminum. According to Nike engineers, the innovative technology was created to provide equal measures of comfort, support, and performance on both dirt and grass tracks by reducing shock, distributing pressure, and protecting the hooves from overpronation. Big Brown intends to debut the Air Brown horseshoes on June 7 at the Belmont Stakes, when he attempts to become the first horse to win the elusive Triple Crown in 30 years.

Although Big Brown was approached by a number of suitors from sportswear manufacturers including Adidas, Reebok, and Pony, the undefeated 3-year-old was ultimately won over by Nike's willingness to work closely with him to create a horseshoe conforming to his strong sense of personal style as well as his physical needs. Big Brown was reportedly impressed by Nike's efforts when technicians used cameras to record his gait from multiple angles while he ran on a treadmill.

"Because Big Brown's hooves have been prone to injuries, we created 3D computer models to map out their exact size and shape in order to design a customized horseshoe that fits perfectly," Nike technician Kenneth Phillips said. "We've also determined he can reduce the risk of impact injuries during his workouts by exercising on a quartet of stationary elliptical machines."

See Article Here

Girl Power!

Commmies.

Ride Hard, Ride Wet

I put this trip off for weeks. Busy, busy, busy. Springtime in Kentucky. By laast Thursday I had put it off for another three days and things were starting to crowd in agian. Phuck it. I'm goin'.

The Mighty GS was loaded like an alpine sherpa; Sleeping bag, tent, cookstove, clothes, laptop, cameras... Hey I was a Boy Scout! Be prepared was our motto!

So, I don't much more than get geared up and let the clutch out when the sky opens up to rainin' buckets. I wasn't worried; I remembered to don my super-duper, double top secret, crashproof, waterproof, abrasionproof, fireproof, weatherproof, high fashion kevlar riding suit which to date has never let me down.

Then it really started rainin'. I couldn't see much from the sheeting on my visor, so I pulled off the next rural Kentucky exit and found an auto parts store. I was one wet puppy, y'all. I made puddles where I walked. Folks were definitely wonderin' what the hell had just rolled in on 'em.

I found the RainX and proceeded to the counter. The fella checkin' my out who looked to be about 45 said, "It sure don't look like a very good day to be ridin'!"
My brain to mouth filter had become disengaged from the irritation of having to stop only a couple of hundred miles into my ride so I said the first thing to come to my mind:
"Not if you're a candyassed harley rider it isn't."

You should have seen the shock! His eyes bugged out like a deer in the headlights and with a soft/hurt voice he said, "I never heard that before."

I took my change and left. Later I got to thinkin' about what a job harley marketing has done on 95% of the american population. It their genius at marketing could be transferred to their engineering and manufacturing departments they would set the world on fire.

Travel companion

Traveling in west Mississppi, I can upon a "trading post" with lots of hillbilly trinkets. This little fella caught my eye and will be keeping me company.

He is, of course, a "JAC rabbit".

JACIII

The Big River

The moutains are prohibited by rain or snow. What's left? The River.
THE river. The mighty Mississipi.

Forgive the lack of photo journalism, but I fear the camera could not have survived the submarine exposure from the 90 MPH, eight hour deluge. It remain buried under layers of "water resistant" travel bags.

So, there is nothing left but the aftermath:




Incidentally, waterproof gear needs to be treated with waterproofing chemicals every so often. Guess how I know.

I need to go.

But where?

It's premium riding season and I've been a good boy. I've put this trip off for 3 weeks now getting barn doors, stalls built, horses shod, clients catered to, the buildings and grounds and vehicle maintenance caught up. But there is a hitch. Well, two.

All the really choice destinations are still a bit on the chilly side or plumb snowed in and, I know it sounds disingenuous, the fuel prices are cramping my adventurous creativity.

The best riding is in or near elevation changes, the higher the delta the more fun and picturesque. Won't work. The really cool places still got snow. Alaska? Shit. South Dakota the weather is untrustworthy, now. Though, Durango might be doable.... The Dragon - been there done that and it's covered up in fat, stupid, cruiser fags.

The gas thing. Used to be motorcycling was free for all intents and purposes. Fill 'er up, strap on a tent, sleeping bag, and cook stove and the world is at your feet virtually for free. Now, 4000 miles @ 45MPG is about 89 gallons of fuel. Two years ago that was a week on the road for 200 bucks. Chump change! Throw away money! Now, it's 400 bucks and whereas that's not cost prohibitive, it starts lookin' like a sum a father should spend on entertaining more people than just himself. It's supposed to be guilt free. Oh, I can fight any related guilt off by the sheer force of my naturally self-centered ego, but that's effort I'd rather not apply.

There's bikes out there that get 100mpg, but motorcycling is about a passion for more than traveling. The bike has to speak to you. Yours might have things to say, but it will be mute whenever I'm around.

I need to go.

Eight Belles, Rest in Peace

Tough break for a tough lady.




The big girl was gaining ground on Big Brown. Closing down on him in the stretch with a full head of steam when something happened and she started fading. Damned shame. She purely ran her heart out.

I suspect she broke those bones running and never even noticed until they began making it mechanically impossible for her to run well. Horses pick up on prevalent emotions and there is always a fever pitch of excitement at the Derby. So, not only are they keyed up because they know they are about to race, but the intensity and level of excitement picked up from that many thousand people has the horses riding a veritable adrenaline tsunami wave.

There is no pain, only the fulfillment of what they are. What they were born to be. What countless generations were bred to produce; the finest athlete on God's earth. They are the offspring of champion sires and dams, immortal grandsires and mares. Legends are their ancestral heritage. Speed is their birthright, endurance their defining character.

Something you pick up on from being around lots of horses and lots of different kinds of horses is that they are happiest doing what they are meant to do. Draft horses are happiest in harness, quarter horses are happiest under saddle and working the range, saddlebreds are happiest showing off, jumpers live to jump. A racehorse loves to run, and not only to run, but to compete. They have a burning desire to run in front.

So, think of a horse doing what she loves to do. Amplify her joy with the rush of a wild roaring crowd. Challenge her supreme will to forbid a horse on the cusp of greatness his glory. She will run her heart out for you.

She did.

JamieR, Mad Aussie, Suck My Balls!

Freebird!