Fun Bags! This is News?

Shocking! I know, but it seems that we menfolk find women with nice breastsesses more attractive.












Obvoiusly, "Clover" the investigative reporter does too. Look at her carriage fellas. Shoulders back, head high.

Story here. With pictures!

Cars?

Bill posts a link to this Endurance Driving website, and I am surely impressed by the gear, the ingenuity, and the determination displayed, but..

What's the fun in riding something that won't kill you for not paying attention?

Treo Saturation

Anyone else thinking of trimming one fingernail to a point for use as a stylus on the touchscreen?

Clinton Fatique

Coming soon to a precinct near you.

I had forgotten what a relief it was to not be bothered with those two on the news over the last seven years. How do their sycophants tolerate it 24/7? Is it living vicariously? I hear a lot of Bill's supporters "bragging" about his womanizing (We're in Joe Sixpack territory mind you) which leaves me wondering how proud the king of the world, who would presumably have his pick from any number of model class babes, must feel to be caught out with a tub like Monica. 'Course his old lady ain't exactly a prize either...

Pakistan Iraq Iran Afghanistan

Pakranistaq

Anybody else think we should just give them to Musharraf? Seems to me he knows how to deal with the sons-of-bitches.

"Since you can't play nice I'm taking your democracy away for 5 months! Next time it'll be longer."

Works for me.

Lights in the Sky

Anyone else seein' new things in the sky at night?

Shout out to Lil' Brother!

Y'all be safe and have a good time!

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What have you been reading?

I have had my nose stuck in this for a good while now.

Turns out I qualify as a "Terminal Case";

riding a 40 to 50 hp, 300-400 lb motorcycle, on a multiday road trip,
without a supply vehicle following behind

The Great State of Tennessee

Great folks, Great place to visit, Wouldn't want to live there......

Cross Border Cigarette "Surveillance" Begins

Wasn't long ago TN was in a tizzy about folks living on the border registering their cars in KY to avoid exorbitant vehicle taxes and fees. They were pulling over anyone with a KY tag to check registration.
Now it seems some dastardly ne'erdowells are buying too many cigarettes for personal use in surrounding states (with lower taxes) and (GASP!) bringing them home!
Gotta get those evildoers not paying their fair share. Amazing, isn't it, how deft law enforcement is at acting as a revenue tool?!
No matter what anyone tells you, folks, governance is all about the money.

Priority One: Get money from those dumb rednecks and woe be unto them that tries to the confiscation of it.

Comments?

From Eric:

Russian homebuilt electro testicle torture device. Note the position of the distributor near the right nut. God forbid a fella hangs right....

Hmmmm

For the man who has everything

'cept a set of balls...

Motorradspion

Ich habe ein zu bilden Geständnis. Ist BMW heraus konfrontieren.

Sorry, Must be the Beck's doing that.

I have stumbled upon some interesting bikes of late and have a few pics below of two nifty Hondas, but first thing's first: My new (to me) GS:
I've been tellin' Nate for years what antiquated POS's the Boxer Twins were, then I noticed on my last big ride that the most common motorcycle on the backroads on a weekday was a BMW. Hmmmmm..... So I started doing some research. Lo! and Behold ! Most serious riders, men with hundreds of thousands of motorcycle miles under their belts, are on BMW's. Then I saw two GS's with over 100K on the clock sell in two days flat.

You only have to hit me over the head a few times.





This one is a 1970 CL350. Garage find - $800 OBO. I passed on it as I didn't want to offer them $300.00.


Here we have a touring CM250 Classic still on the road. Diggin' all the shiny bits.

1700 miles later

You will note some pics of a small store with gas pumps out front; that's in Shadey Valley Tennessee between two mountains and nestled in the middle of some of the best ridin' anywhere.

Trolling Bounty

Sometimes a well aimed bit of trolling yields unexpectedly bountiful results.

I had replied to a post on an adventure rider forum about the on-road behavior of those harley ridin' leather fags (You know who you are and, yes, that is a sweeping generalization) and have discovered that the argument it spawned just keeps on generating interesting and entertaining tidbits.

Like this:

Had a couple Harley Riders up on Carmel Valley road this last weekend, I was riding alone and just puttin' along, they were doing the same just a tad slower so I caught up and just followed along waiting for a clean shot, exiting a turn I rolled up on the outside passing the first bike however the pass on the leader went a little askew, the guy looked at me in his mirror and drifted over in front of me, then flipped me off. Wow never seen anything like it in my life. I settled back in behind him and when I saw him look at his mirror again I started around once more, he did his little swerve to the left and I dropped the hammer and jumped up on his right. I matched his speed and sat about 6 inches off his boot, he was wearing ray bans so I could not see his eyes but the fact his mouth was wide open and he was staring at me indicated the desired affect was inflicted, however I was not quite done as we were now heading into a right hander and I just matched his speed but headed for the outside of the turn. He hit the brakes, so did I, he was now in the oncoming lane and still heading for the shoulder. I had half a mind to just keep gong straight and run this jackass off the road but gave the ass hole a break and turned right and motored up the road. I was hoping they wanted to play some more but they pulled over and I lost site of them going into the next corner. I never saw them again.

Rules of the road are never fuck with another rider if you don't know them. There is a damn good chance they are crazier then you are.

Go Away

I'm Busy. Go look at my new nephew.

Got your message, EP. Knew you couldn't lay low very long!

The RainMan Cometh

In 1999 hereabouts there was a drought such as many had never seen. The ground literally shrunk so much it often failed to support foundation and basement walls. Never mind the grass, folks were watering their dirt to keep their homes from falling down.

Now, 2007, winter broke early and we all thought we'd get an extra cut of hay this season. Then the RainMain sold his motorcycle. Drought. Heavy drought. Brown grass, hard ground, cracked earth, barren fields.

This went on until late last week. The dry, hot air mass sitting over the central Kentucky Bluegrass began yielding to the fronts previously thrown against it to no effect. The RainMan had made a decision. Motorcycle chosen, accessories ordered, price negotiated. Half an inch fell the next afternoon.

Wednesday afternoon The RainMan went to pick up his Motorcycle, well farkled. He pulled the great lumbering beast onto the road from the dealership's parking lot merging effortlessly, his wife following in the Z71. He rolled to a first smooth stop on virgin brke pads at the first intersection. The RainMan gazed down at the long, smooth curve of the red mirror finish fuel tank with satisfaction and pride of ownership. And the rain fell; a few drops at first. Enough to signal the deluge. It rained off and on all Wednesday night. The first utter downpour hit Thursday afternoon, and as much as an inch fell in places today. It'll probably rain tomorrow.

Coincidence? How far does a coincidence have to stretch before it becomes causation? Or, at least, correlation. I have never ridden with The RainMan without getting at least sprinkled on. More often than not it's a downpour at some point. There are folks out there who have a "knack" for one thing or another. Some folks are walking lightning rods. Others can find oil hidden miles beneath the earths surface.

I'm not saying The RainMan has some type of mystical power to call down precipitation. I'm just sayin'...

Makin' The Most of What Ya' Got

Now, I'm not one who could be called a motorcycle snob. If it gets ya' there and gives ya' grins - roll with it. But after rollin' by many a leather fag on a snortin' hippo.... or maybe it's the other way, leather hippo fag on a..... you get the picture - it certainly is refreshing to see someone who RIDES their bike. Albeit antique and raggedassed. Gotta give the fella credit though; no tassles, studs, or shiny chrome. That tote is probably not Genuine Honda though it is sporetin' a no-shit genuine Windjammer fairing straight from the hands of Craig Vetter - inventor of the modern touring bike.

Speaking of snortin' hippos.... Lately, I have taken to giving all positively identified harley riders "The Bird".

For those not of the cognoscenti I will explain why: we motorcyclists commonly wave to one another going down the road. It is a time honoured tradition that clearly acknowledges the kindred spirit of wanderlust that was common in all bikers. Today three quarters of the "riders" out there are a bunch of leatherfags playin' dress-up and lookin' to impregnate one another with a bunghole baby.

Am I being unfair? Yes. Am I stereotyping? Yes. Cry me a river. I figure the real riders will flip one right back (might even have an adventure bike in the garage)- the poseurs will just pout, putt on home, and keep gathering in flocks like the sheep they are.

The Hotness

Think about this when next you hear the words, " 'Til death do us part."