I know this is a repost, but I gotta take care of the homegirls.
No squealing with delight while at work, Angela.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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?
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?
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
TSA Screeners Abusing Power! Shocking! Nobody Saw this Coming, eh?!
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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:
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.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
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
Sunday, July 06, 2008
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.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
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