Check this out:
RTW
This type of riding and the TransAm Trail are what dualsports like the Kawasaki KLR650, the KTM Adventure 950, and the V-Strom are all about.
Show of hands here. Who WOULDN'T want to go riding off with Spice?
Fags.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
New Helmet is Here!
This gonna be boring to some of ya'. No dirtbike crap outa you, Gregg.
I have been riding with a 'modular' helmet for about three years now and won't be w/o one. Modular helmets allow you to access your face w/o removing the helmet and are sometimes used as an open faced helmet with the chinbar in the up position against manufacturers warnings.
As you may be aware I laid BigRed down last fall and my Symax helmet took a lick. One whack is all they are good for so I've been shopping. I stumbled upon a KBC FFR model modular and to my delight it is made to be worn either with the chinbar down or up!!!
Anywho, Here it is:
I have been riding with a 'modular' helmet for about three years now and won't be w/o one. Modular helmets allow you to access your face w/o removing the helmet and are sometimes used as an open faced helmet with the chinbar in the up position against manufacturers warnings.
As you may be aware I laid BigRed down last fall and my Symax helmet took a lick. One whack is all they are good for so I've been shopping. I stumbled upon a KBC FFR model modular and to my delight it is made to be worn either with the chinbar down or up!!!
Anywho, Here it is:
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Grass is Green, Water's Wet, The Sky is Blue and Women
Lie!
DC says,
One of the observations I made early on in adult life was that a man is overmatched in the cunning department when it comes to the female of the species. Now, I only know DC through his posts and I guess I missed the stuff about the "she-devil", but I really doubt DC wasn't paying attention. I'd more likely believe some femme fatale concieved, planned, produced, and executed a blindside haymaker on him complete with diversionary tactics.
I've seen this many times. It ususally happens to some poor schmuck who goes to work everyday, tries to take care of his family, and is pretty much a doormat at the house and whose most offensive trait is snoring and playing cards with the fellas once a month or fishing on the weekends. Their wive's find a new stud and leave them. But they don't JUST leave. They plan an exit stategy whereby the guy is left unsuspecting while they retain lawyers, get papers signed, make suitabley advantageous impressions on the minds of friends/relatives, and generally get ready to pull the rug from under a guy while pulling the wool over his eyes. You can tell this is getting ready to happen when a man who formerly has complained that wifey is not forthcoming w/ sexual gratification suddenly thinks he's cock-o-the-walk because the woman is making sure he doesn't suspect her intentions or actions by sexually distracting him. The man is thinking that this woman has finally come to her senses and realized what a prize she has while she is thinking, 'heh, heh, heh!' It's not always sex, it can be housekeeping, or consideration, etc.
When next you see this fella he is head in hands, lip on the floor.
"Sam, why are you working all the time? Don't you ever go fishing anymore?"
Answer:"I have to work this much so I can afford to eat. The wife took the house, car, and the kids, and I got the payments. After I pay her, make her house payment and her car payment, and pay rent on my aprtment, I'm lucky if I can afford buy food. I have to work double shifts just to survive."
The worst thing about the above is the poor bastard blames himself or feel like he bears some responsibility for what the woman did. To this man I say:
The second you believe you have any control over what a woman does or will do you are lost.
PS - Gregg, you're next. We need to talk about the single mother next door.
DC says,
I was blind-sided because I wasn't paying attention and I wasn't payingNow, I ain't pickin' on DC so unwad yer panties.
attention because I was over-confident. I was over-confident because everything
was going so good. Sound familiar?
One of the observations I made early on in adult life was that a man is overmatched in the cunning department when it comes to the female of the species. Now, I only know DC through his posts and I guess I missed the stuff about the "she-devil", but I really doubt DC wasn't paying attention. I'd more likely believe some femme fatale concieved, planned, produced, and executed a blindside haymaker on him complete with diversionary tactics.
I've seen this many times. It ususally happens to some poor schmuck who goes to work everyday, tries to take care of his family, and is pretty much a doormat at the house and whose most offensive trait is snoring and playing cards with the fellas once a month or fishing on the weekends. Their wive's find a new stud and leave them. But they don't JUST leave. They plan an exit stategy whereby the guy is left unsuspecting while they retain lawyers, get papers signed, make suitabley advantageous impressions on the minds of friends/relatives, and generally get ready to pull the rug from under a guy while pulling the wool over his eyes. You can tell this is getting ready to happen when a man who formerly has complained that wifey is not forthcoming w/ sexual gratification suddenly thinks he's cock-o-the-walk because the woman is making sure he doesn't suspect her intentions or actions by sexually distracting him. The man is thinking that this woman has finally come to her senses and realized what a prize she has while she is thinking, 'heh, heh, heh!' It's not always sex, it can be housekeeping, or consideration, etc.
When next you see this fella he is head in hands, lip on the floor.
"Sam, why are you working all the time? Don't you ever go fishing anymore?"
Answer:"I have to work this much so I can afford to eat. The wife took the house, car, and the kids, and I got the payments. After I pay her, make her house payment and her car payment, and pay rent on my aprtment, I'm lucky if I can afford buy food. I have to work double shifts just to survive."
The worst thing about the above is the poor bastard blames himself or feel like he bears some responsibility for what the woman did. To this man I say:
The second you believe you have any control over what a woman does or will do you are lost.
PS - Gregg, you're next. We need to talk about the single mother next door.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Gotta get somethin' straight here
DC said:
Bah! I have held for quite some time now that a man has no business scurrying around like a midwife or wet nurse. Sure, when you look at the situation from a distance is seems right that the man should participate in the harrowing experience of delivery and assist in the hard hours immediately thereafter with getting baby fed, imprinted, started on the road to survuval in this big ol' world.
A man has no business in that delivery room or taking on the lion's (female) share of the intense initial care of baby. Mom needs her mother or her sister (presuming birthing experience) in there or both; a man is of no use other than to stand idly by recieving abuse from his woman while in extremis. I don't say this lightly, nor is this a 'traditional role' argument. There are few things that get under a man's skin like being involved in a problematic situation for which he has no solution or aid to present. We have a natural 'fix it' instinct which is thwarted by the alien environment for which we are unprepared into which we are thrust in this situation. Ladies, you have no idea how bad we want to kill somebody during this time.
And Girl's! Have you lost your damn minds? The risk is greater than the reward from the woman's perspective here unless the 'social boner' you get from telling all your girlfriends of the episode has an unhealthy importance. Given that the male reproductive system is highly motivated by visual stimulus, you risk nothing less than the loss of your man's desire for you. On the hit parade of important things to a happy wife this is #1 with a bullet. It is not uncommon for a man to carry with him a lasting image of his favorite female body part in a hideously distended state with all sorts of gruesome discharge in surprisingly large volumes (think 5 gallon buckets here) emanating therefrom. Remembering that we are inclined to 'root' around in these things from time to time from sheer exuberance, fixing this image in a man's mind would seem to be undesirable on the woman's part. The pactice of feminine hygene while in menses is surely less graphicly offensive yet women have no desire to 'share' this with their man.
On the matter of initial caregiving, we are useless. We can't feed the baby, we have no instinct nor equipment in these matters. We are only capable of futiley trying determine whom to injure to cause our offspring to stop wailing. Sure we can tote and fetch, but anyone can do that and we provide no comfort to the female past playing nursemaid. Not what we were built for. There is a mother, motherinlaw or sister somewhere quite capable and willing to help a woman with her 'sitz' bath.
The whole man in childbirth thing boggles the mind.
Having said that, I'd be very disappointed in Nate if he went on this trip
regardless of when the new one's born. Dr. Who needs you now, through the birth
and for weeks after.Be a man. This ain't time to be playing with your friends
and brothers, son.
Bah! I have held for quite some time now that a man has no business scurrying around like a midwife or wet nurse. Sure, when you look at the situation from a distance is seems right that the man should participate in the harrowing experience of delivery and assist in the hard hours immediately thereafter with getting baby fed, imprinted, started on the road to survuval in this big ol' world.
A man has no business in that delivery room or taking on the lion's (female) share of the intense initial care of baby. Mom needs her mother or her sister (presuming birthing experience) in there or both; a man is of no use other than to stand idly by recieving abuse from his woman while in extremis. I don't say this lightly, nor is this a 'traditional role' argument. There are few things that get under a man's skin like being involved in a problematic situation for which he has no solution or aid to present. We have a natural 'fix it' instinct which is thwarted by the alien environment for which we are unprepared into which we are thrust in this situation. Ladies, you have no idea how bad we want to kill somebody during this time.
And Girl's! Have you lost your damn minds? The risk is greater than the reward from the woman's perspective here unless the 'social boner' you get from telling all your girlfriends of the episode has an unhealthy importance. Given that the male reproductive system is highly motivated by visual stimulus, you risk nothing less than the loss of your man's desire for you. On the hit parade of important things to a happy wife this is #1 with a bullet. It is not uncommon for a man to carry with him a lasting image of his favorite female body part in a hideously distended state with all sorts of gruesome discharge in surprisingly large volumes (think 5 gallon buckets here) emanating therefrom. Remembering that we are inclined to 'root' around in these things from time to time from sheer exuberance, fixing this image in a man's mind would seem to be undesirable on the woman's part. The pactice of feminine hygene while in menses is surely less graphicly offensive yet women have no desire to 'share' this with their man.
On the matter of initial caregiving, we are useless. We can't feed the baby, we have no instinct nor equipment in these matters. We are only capable of futiley trying determine whom to injure to cause our offspring to stop wailing. Sure we can tote and fetch, but anyone can do that and we provide no comfort to the female past playing nursemaid. Not what we were built for. There is a mother, motherinlaw or sister somewhere quite capable and willing to help a woman with her 'sitz' bath.
The whole man in childbirth thing boggles the mind.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
I'm not in the mood....
It's not whatcha think, ya' pervs. I've got a motorcycle trip planned for the first week of April and it's pretty much all I can think about. Oh, yeah, my soon to be new nephew, too. I didn't forget. Speaking of which, let's all concentrate and think labour thoughts toward Dr. Who so she will deliver well before my trip. I don't understand these folks' water breakin' when the weather is gettin' ready to break. Priorities, man. Anywho, the welcome mat is out for Welldigger and Nate to travel the countryside sans broads.
I ordered a backrest for the Mothership, and am considering heated grips. April is NOT summer, even in the South.
So I'm headin' South. Down to Nashvlle to the head of the Natchez Trace and on to Natchez, Mississippi. I'll be camping on the trace at least one night but I won't make a habit of it - not much fun riding on a dirty ass. From there I'll turn north onto the Great River Road, following it until the week starts getting short and then head back east toward home. I should be able to get to Paducah, Kentucky before turning right. Just a little trip - nothing like the road assault Nate and I went on last summer.
So, weeds may grow around here from lack of tending, or not......
I ordered a backrest for the Mothership, and am considering heated grips. April is NOT summer, even in the South.
So I'm headin' South. Down to Nashvlle to the head of the Natchez Trace and on to Natchez, Mississippi. I'll be camping on the trace at least one night but I won't make a habit of it - not much fun riding on a dirty ass. From there I'll turn north onto the Great River Road, following it until the week starts getting short and then head back east toward home. I should be able to get to Paducah, Kentucky before turning right. Just a little trip - nothing like the road assault Nate and I went on last summer.
So, weeds may grow around here from lack of tending, or not......
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Little Girls and Creepy Crawlies
Let me preface this by stating: This Is Not The Bug Blog !
However,
SB asks:
Who knows SB? Fuzzy bugs are scarier I guess. My girls regularly dig worms for ritual sacrifice to the chicken, stomp ants and beetles, salt slugs, catch lightning bugs bare handed yet protest mightily the execution of a 'Lady' bug (sexist, I know). My guess would be that the 'fuzzies' are similar to those black wooly jumping spiders that seem to populate the entire universe in one form or another and your 2 year old doesn't want to give one the opportunity to trick her with its disguise. Spiders are nasty things with fangs and many creepy legs while ants are industrious. busy, harmless (yes, Gregg, I know yours aren't), non-aggressive, and their buddies don't get angry when you stomp them.
Of course, no female will pass up an opportunity to be rescued. Has she seen a playmate or relative call down immediate and deadly force by spazzing out over some poor critter? You know; (I think it's ugly. I don't like it. I'll have Daddy kill it.) WHAAAAA! One thing I have learned is to never underestimate the conniving ability of females. I don't think little girls naturally fear anything and they damned sure don't shrink from dispensing the hurt when it strikes their fancy.
Illustration:
I am reading in a chair on the porch, soakin' up the sun, and enjoying the afternoon breeze. My then 3 year old has a young cat on the porch swing lovin' on it. Ahh, summertime in Salvisa.
"khic! khic!...... KHIC!..KHIC!", I hear in my left ear.
There was my sweet daughter serenely strangling the cat, both hands encircling its neck, with outstretched arms so that poor kitty's feet dangled a few feet above the porch floor. Her eyes are locked onto his so he knows beyond a doubt from whence death comes. I must really have been absorbed in the book, because kitty was already about gone (his eye's were bugging out and he had given up the fight except for the struggle to inhale) and had only managed to alert me because my daughter was visibly fatigued and was experiencing reduced grip strength.
"Why are you killing the cat?", I asked - she knows I have no particular objection to dead cats but I can't be a bad example all the time.
"He tried to scratch me." Note: he didn't scratch her. He tried.
"You can't kill him", I stated.
"Yes, I can!", she asserted while attempting to show me how really strong she was by bearing down on her deathgrip with arm shaking determination.
oops!, "I'm sorry, hon. You 'may not' kill him for that". Semantics are important in this house - I swear sometimes I think I'm raising Philadelphia lawyers.
"Now, let him go.", still no effect, "NOW!"
She dropped the cat and stomped off in a huff.
Left to her own devices I'd bet your daughter would not shrink from puttin' the heel to that fuzzy thing just to be sure it was inoffensive. There must be a greater benefit from the attention had by calling down the 'Wrath of SpaceBunny'. Hmmmm......
"Wrath of SpaceBunny"..... Sounds like an 'R' rated Star Trek episode doesn't it?!
However,
SB asks:
Explain this to me oh man with daughters. Why is that my 2 year old will flip
out if she's fuzz on the floor she thinks might be a bug of some sort, but
regularly brings me ants?
Spacebunny Email Homepage 03.05.05 - 12:47
pm #
Who knows SB? Fuzzy bugs are scarier I guess. My girls regularly dig worms for ritual sacrifice to the chicken, stomp ants and beetles, salt slugs, catch lightning bugs bare handed yet protest mightily the execution of a 'Lady' bug (sexist, I know). My guess would be that the 'fuzzies' are similar to those black wooly jumping spiders that seem to populate the entire universe in one form or another and your 2 year old doesn't want to give one the opportunity to trick her with its disguise. Spiders are nasty things with fangs and many creepy legs while ants are industrious. busy, harmless (yes, Gregg, I know yours aren't), non-aggressive, and their buddies don't get angry when you stomp them.
Of course, no female will pass up an opportunity to be rescued. Has she seen a playmate or relative call down immediate and deadly force by spazzing out over some poor critter? You know; (I think it's ugly. I don't like it. I'll have Daddy kill it.) WHAAAAA! One thing I have learned is to never underestimate the conniving ability of females. I don't think little girls naturally fear anything and they damned sure don't shrink from dispensing the hurt when it strikes their fancy.
Illustration:
I am reading in a chair on the porch, soakin' up the sun, and enjoying the afternoon breeze. My then 3 year old has a young cat on the porch swing lovin' on it. Ahh, summertime in Salvisa.
"khic! khic!...... KHIC!..KHIC!", I hear in my left ear.
There was my sweet daughter serenely strangling the cat, both hands encircling its neck, with outstretched arms so that poor kitty's feet dangled a few feet above the porch floor. Her eyes are locked onto his so he knows beyond a doubt from whence death comes. I must really have been absorbed in the book, because kitty was already about gone (his eye's were bugging out and he had given up the fight except for the struggle to inhale) and had only managed to alert me because my daughter was visibly fatigued and was experiencing reduced grip strength.
"Why are you killing the cat?", I asked - she knows I have no particular objection to dead cats but I can't be a bad example all the time.
"He tried to scratch me." Note: he didn't scratch her. He tried.
"You can't kill him", I stated.
"Yes, I can!", she asserted while attempting to show me how really strong she was by bearing down on her deathgrip with arm shaking determination.
oops!, "I'm sorry, hon. You 'may not' kill him for that". Semantics are important in this house - I swear sometimes I think I'm raising Philadelphia lawyers.
"Now, let him go.", still no effect, "NOW!"
She dropped the cat and stomped off in a huff.
Left to her own devices I'd bet your daughter would not shrink from puttin' the heel to that fuzzy thing just to be sure it was inoffensive. There must be a greater benefit from the attention had by calling down the 'Wrath of SpaceBunny'. Hmmmm......
"Wrath of SpaceBunny"..... Sounds like an 'R' rated Star Trek episode doesn't it?!
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Cool Bug Alert!
"Ewwwwwww! Dad, What is it!?" My daughter leapt from her perch on the kitchen chair.
Dad to the rescue! The offensive object in question turned out to be a heretofore unseen type of 1/8" critter. I trapped it under a drinking glas, which has the fortunate consequence of magnifying objects under it, and studied the critter for identification. No dice, still too small.
I poured alcohol under the glass to kill it and scanned it at 1200dpi. Now we're cookin with butter. Let's see eight legs and a set of claws like a crab.
Ran google search for 'crab'. Not a crab. Tried 'arachnid'. No joy. Maybe 'scorpion'. Yep!
Pseudoscorpion! Eats bookworms, poison claws! It was probably prowling inside my daughter's Archie comic!
Coutesy of GardenSafari.net:
Dad to the rescue! The offensive object in question turned out to be a heretofore unseen type of 1/8" critter. I trapped it under a drinking glas, which has the fortunate consequence of magnifying objects under it, and studied the critter for identification. No dice, still too small.
I poured alcohol under the glass to kill it and scanned it at 1200dpi. Now we're cookin with butter. Let's see eight legs and a set of claws like a crab.
Ran google search for 'crab'. Not a crab. Tried 'arachnid'. No joy. Maybe 'scorpion'. Yep!
Pseudoscorpion! Eats bookworms, poison claws! It was probably prowling inside my daughter's Archie comic!
Coutesy of GardenSafari.net:
Pseudoscorpions, also known as False Scorpions, are the least known Arthropods. They are all very tiny indeed. The biggest is less than one centimeter long but most of them are only 2 milimeters long. They resemble the actual scorpions very much except that they lack the poisonous tail. Just like scorpions and crabs they have the front legs in form of scissors which are poisonous. All spieces are preditors. The tiniest ones can even be found on paper of books where they hunt for bookworms. In Britain there are about 25 species, most of those being real look-a-likes. Many can be found by turning rocks, leaves or by peeling loose barks, but because of there size and colors they are easily overlooked. These species are mainly dark brown with reddish brown pincers. They feed on very small insects. Often the species can be only told apart after microscopic research.
Monday, February 28, 2005
AutoProphecy
This is Gregg's fault.
The American automotive industry is making a huge change. There is a revolution going on in the auto industry that has been dreamed of since the 50's 'turbine' car waas introduced. My advice to you is to sell off anything that gets poor mileage that is not task specific. So, cars under 25 mpg, large trucks under 20 mpg, except heavy duty diesels go on the block. I am exempting heavy duty diesels here because they cannot be replaced for their tasks with fuel efficient smaller vehicles.
Why do this? The hybrids and small turbo diesels are coming SOON. The breakthrough has already happened (Ford Escape hybrid, Jeep Liberty CRD) and by 2008 you won't be able to get anything for your 5.4L Expedition.
Relax, we don't have to give up our trucks/SUV's. Find a safe fuel efficient vehicle and sit on it until the large hybrids and turbo diesels hit the market in a big way. I'm saying 2008. That vehicle plus one more should get us to a non-petrol fueled Excursion type family conveyance. So we'll have our cake and eat it, too, without giving half to Exxon.
Anyone seen the new Jeep Gladiator? 2.8L TurboDiesel, of course.
The American automotive industry is making a huge change. There is a revolution going on in the auto industry that has been dreamed of since the 50's 'turbine' car waas introduced. My advice to you is to sell off anything that gets poor mileage that is not task specific. So, cars under 25 mpg, large trucks under 20 mpg, except heavy duty diesels go on the block. I am exempting heavy duty diesels here because they cannot be replaced for their tasks with fuel efficient smaller vehicles.
Why do this? The hybrids and small turbo diesels are coming SOON. The breakthrough has already happened (Ford Escape hybrid, Jeep Liberty CRD) and by 2008 you won't be able to get anything for your 5.4L Expedition.
Relax, we don't have to give up our trucks/SUV's. Find a safe fuel efficient vehicle and sit on it until the large hybrids and turbo diesels hit the market in a big way. I'm saying 2008. That vehicle plus one more should get us to a non-petrol fueled Excursion type family conveyance. So we'll have our cake and eat it, too, without giving half to Exxon.
Anyone seen the new Jeep Gladiator? 2.8L TurboDiesel, of course.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Tree Huggin' Sons of Bitches
Just how pervasive is this tree hugger bullshit? It gets into everything like sand in your shorts. Example:
We recently swapped an older Ford Excursion for a new Jeep Liberty Diesel and the wife is understandably proud of her unique, and hypercapable vehicle. She couldn't wait to show it to a lifelong buddy, 'Angel', so they met up for a shopping spree. Go figure.
Anywho, Angel made over the wife's truck and then stated that she was 'proud' of her for 'downsizing' because those big trucks are so dangerous to others in little cars. The wife let her know that more people in little cars are hurt or killed by smashing themselves against trees than are killed by impacts with large SUVs/trucks.
This sort of exchange absolutely sickens me. It is not rocket science to realize that a little thing hit by a big thing is destroyed. So what Angel said to my wife was, 'I am so proud of you for putting your children at greater risk of injury to make me feel safer in my POS car I bought because I care more about spending money on gas than I do the safety of my child'.
----disclaimer - The Liberty does not show a significant increase in deaths per million vehicles as opposed to the Excursion. I checked, don't doubt it.
What is with these pie-eyed zombies? The old cathode ray tube really does a number on some folks.
Here's the real world data.
How Does Your Car / Truck/ Minivan stack up?
Cars vs Trucks (and SUVs')
We recently swapped an older Ford Excursion for a new Jeep Liberty Diesel and the wife is understandably proud of her unique, and hypercapable vehicle. She couldn't wait to show it to a lifelong buddy, 'Angel', so they met up for a shopping spree. Go figure.
Anywho, Angel made over the wife's truck and then stated that she was 'proud' of her for 'downsizing' because those big trucks are so dangerous to others in little cars. The wife let her know that more people in little cars are hurt or killed by smashing themselves against trees than are killed by impacts with large SUVs/trucks.
This sort of exchange absolutely sickens me. It is not rocket science to realize that a little thing hit by a big thing is destroyed. So what Angel said to my wife was, 'I am so proud of you for putting your children at greater risk of injury to make me feel safer in my POS car I bought because I care more about spending money on gas than I do the safety of my child'.
----disclaimer - The Liberty does not show a significant increase in deaths per million vehicles as opposed to the Excursion. I checked, don't doubt it.
What is with these pie-eyed zombies? The old cathode ray tube really does a number on some folks.
Here's the real world data.
How Does Your Car / Truck/ Minivan stack up?
Cars vs Trucks (and SUVs')
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Middle Bro is up to something.
I sense one of my younger brothers lookin' to waylay me. It seems all liitle brothers do that from time to time, but I bear the burden of having a particularly sneeky, coniving, and underhanded pair. Don't know where they picked that up.
As I awake this morning in the great state of TN the sun is out, there's sparkling frost on the zoysia and I find Wellbigger'sThunderAce in pieces in the garage. Hmmmm.
There is a new exhaust system over there. Lots of shiny bits over here. Rags, polishing wheel lint bunnies, emery cloth, clean and highly organized tools. ...(sniff, sniff) I smell trouble.
Big Red may need an update. No need to woory about Nate, pieces of his scooter fly off when I pass him, but Welldigger may be up to something serious.
See, Welldigger dug up this ThunderAce on ebay and I encouraged him to buy it, 'cause I could tell it was somebody's old track bike. Folks hear the term 'track bike' and think 'faster than street'. This is not necessarily so, alot of 'em are ragged out. So I picked it up for him and delivered it on my trailer banking on it being a POS. It is. However, it wouldn't take a whole lot to put it in fighting trim and that would be capital 'T' trouble. BigRed and I would be relagated to exhaust sniffing. Normally I wouldn't worry over this but Welldigger has been hangin' out with the neighbor, Ron, (who likes to build racecars and set track records in NHRA) and they are both psycho type 'A' mechanics.
What's a brother to do?!
As I awake this morning in the great state of TN the sun is out, there's sparkling frost on the zoysia and I find Wellbigger'sThunderAce in pieces in the garage. Hmmmm.
There is a new exhaust system over there. Lots of shiny bits over here. Rags, polishing wheel lint bunnies, emery cloth, clean and highly organized tools. ...(sniff, sniff) I smell trouble.
Big Red may need an update. No need to woory about Nate, pieces of his scooter fly off when I pass him, but Welldigger may be up to something serious.
See, Welldigger dug up this ThunderAce on ebay and I encouraged him to buy it, 'cause I could tell it was somebody's old track bike. Folks hear the term 'track bike' and think 'faster than street'. This is not necessarily so, alot of 'em are ragged out. So I picked it up for him and delivered it on my trailer banking on it being a POS. It is. However, it wouldn't take a whole lot to put it in fighting trim and that would be capital 'T' trouble. BigRed and I would be relagated to exhaust sniffing. Normally I wouldn't worry over this but Welldigger has been hangin' out with the neighbor, Ron, (who likes to build racecars and set track records in NHRA) and they are both psycho type 'A' mechanics.
What's a brother to do?!
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
I got a problem with Californians.
Calfornia: the land from whence all tree huggery comes never tires of dispensing environmental criticism of the rest of the country. They can't give anybody else advice; they do shit worse than what they make fun of hillbillies for.
Didya' see Drudge today? Look out! It's raining in California! Must be a global flood on the horizon. They build their houses on hillsides and wonder at them being swept away in a river of mud. Go figure.
They refuse to cut down trees, so the entire state catches fire. Er, must be global warming, there's a draught drying the forest and causing the rain not to fall and put it out.
These dumbasses impose a moratorium on generating plant construction. You see, the rest of the country doesn't know how to 'conserve' energy. Conservation creating power is akin to buying on sale to save money. Right, California has rolling blackouts due to lack of power generation capacity.
You reap what you sow. Morons.
Didya' see Drudge today? Look out! It's raining in California! Must be a global flood on the horizon. They build their houses on hillsides and wonder at them being swept away in a river of mud. Go figure.
They refuse to cut down trees, so the entire state catches fire. Er, must be global warming, there's a draught drying the forest and causing the rain not to fall and put it out.
These dumbasses impose a moratorium on generating plant construction. You see, the rest of the country doesn't know how to 'conserve' energy. Conservation creating power is akin to buying on sale to save money. Right, California has rolling blackouts due to lack of power generation capacity.
You reap what you sow. Morons.
Alright fella's,
I can see a little moderating is needed here re: the following.
Haha, guys, I hope you all understood that my remarks were tongue-in-cheek.Wes Email Homepage 02.21.05 - 8:46 pm #
Me too, Wes. I was just takin' a shot at
Nate.digitalcowboy Email Homepage 02.23.05 - 7:07 pm #
Men, I am gonna be ill if this kinda thing is going to happen everytime we start throwin' darts at each other. Yer not gonna hurt my feelings, I don't have any, and Nate's damn near as tough as me. I won't allow plain yankee nastyness, but a timely and/or artful jab will always be appreciated, even evaluated. The outstanding will be recognized.Seriously, It's playground rules here. Let fly. It's all in fun.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Jeep diesel !
Ever wanted a little tank of your own? Well, a Jeep Liberty is not a tank, but a Liberty CRD sure puts you in mind of one when you drive it, albeit one that runs 90mph like it's nothin' and gets 27mpg in the process. It sure seems small, but we knew there would be some adjusting to do. I won't have trouble adjusting to the frequency and cost of fillups. Or the 12,500 mile oil change interval.
The Excursion has gone to the big dealership in Frankfort, and the wife nabbed their first diesel Liberty 30 minutes after it hit the ground off the truck. Made a good deal, too. Especially considering folks have been payin' sticker-plus for the little buggers.
Whoohoo!
The Excursion has gone to the big dealership in Frankfort, and the wife nabbed their first diesel Liberty 30 minutes after it hit the ground off the truck. Made a good deal, too. Especially considering folks have been payin' sticker-plus for the little buggers.
Whoohoo!
Monday, February 21, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Vox Awards Fiasco
Spacebunny received not even a nomination from Vox for one of his numerous 'daisy' awards. Yet another example of yankee oppression.
That said, I will only be conferring one award and it is for:
The Most Long Suffering Underappreciated Wife On The Planet Who Makes Her Husband Think He's Smarter Than She Is:
And the winner is......
Spacebunny!
(honourable mention to Dr Who.)
That said, I will only be conferring one award and it is for:
The Most Long Suffering Underappreciated Wife On The Planet Who Makes Her Husband Think He's Smarter Than She Is:
And the winner is......
Spacebunny!
(honourable mention to Dr Who.)
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Who you callin' Redneck?
JamieR deserves a Rebel Yell for this folks!
The gay lobby wouldn't be burning crosses outside his frontyard right now. And
Jeff, Nate, Gregg, JACIII, Clay, and all the Southron minorities would never go
to Washington D.C. for the Million Redneck March after more than a century of
abuse, chanting: "I shall persevere. We shall persevere."Nope. Because that
crybaby shit is only for .......!Jamie R Email
02.16.05 - 11:00 am #
And what's all this talk of BillClinton and LyndonJohnson being rednecks? No way. BC and LBJ would be the whiners Jamie speaks of. BC wouldn't last 20 minutes in a hunting camp. Somebody'd stomp his ass. Now LBJ was an avid hunter and to his credit hated the Kennedy's, probably even had one killed, but he was no redneck. Just another filthy rich liberal democrat looking out for the common working man, right? Sure, rich folk are always lookin' out for po' folks. Look, no redneck is gonna send out checks to people for sittin' on their asses. Nope. Charlie Rangel doesn't know a single redneck. I'd put money on it.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
The first US Submarine to do a barrel roll.
The USS JimmyCarter so named because it is designed to roll inverted and beg for mercy.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Motorcycle fix
....... hallowed be Thy name,
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
if You'll give me just a couple of warm dry days.....
And the clouds parted, the Southern wind blew, the mercury touched 58.
Saturday: Got the Mothership off that trailer. Trailers are for boats. Polished the Chrome. Wired up my new driving lights. Whoohoo! They are a bit modern for the ol' Kaw, they look like alien artifacts, but they fit nicely with the post-disco styling of the Mothership. Got ina few miles. Glorious!
Sunday: Got up, skipped church, warmed the bike up and gone! Cranked up the usual tune list (see archive) and just followed the front tire.
Monday : 38F @ 0-darkhundred but 58F by 1400 hours. Pulled into the drive just as the rain and shitty weather began again in earnest.
I can only conclude from the above that it was a good idea to give up on the United Methodist Church and take up with the local Southern Baptists.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
if You'll give me just a couple of warm dry days.....
And the clouds parted, the Southern wind blew, the mercury touched 58.
Saturday: Got the Mothership off that trailer. Trailers are for boats. Polished the Chrome. Wired up my new driving lights. Whoohoo! They are a bit modern for the ol' Kaw, they look like alien artifacts, but they fit nicely with the post-disco styling of the Mothership. Got ina few miles. Glorious!
Sunday: Got up, skipped church, warmed the bike up and gone! Cranked up the usual tune list (see archive) and just followed the front tire.
Monday : 38F @ 0-darkhundred but 58F by 1400 hours. Pulled into the drive just as the rain and shitty weather began again in earnest.
I can only conclude from the above that it was a good idea to give up on the United Methodist Church and take up with the local Southern Baptists.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Democrats are in flatspin
Whew! I have never seen an organization implode like the democrats are lately. I haven't decided if they are doing this to themselves or GW has just handed them their own ass so many times they no longer are able to do anything but say, "Thankyou, sir, may I have another?". I keep hearing that they are becoming more extreme due to recent failures, but I don't buy that.
Here's what I think: There's nothing left but the true believers. No one with a brain is capable any longer of being a casual demcrat unless they truly possess the twisted values of a babykilling socialist.
Here's what I think: There's nothing left but the true believers. No one with a brain is capable any longer of being a casual demcrat unless they truly possess the twisted values of a babykilling socialist.
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