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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by SCQTT, Apr 16, 2009.
I was there last weekend and it's good to see that I didn't end up on here.
Its all fun and games until some one pokes an eye out.
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh lord yeah!
Hasn't War Pig been through before? I remember the wooden footpeg... :eek1
Maybe. I thought it looked interesting when I saw it this morning in the update.
I hope for her sake he doesn't need to make a quick or sudden stop.
War Pig has come up on here a few times. That guy has been riding for a loooooooong time.
I wonder if she sits back there, looks at them spikes and wonders "what if?"
OTOH.....How about the blower on the bike! Spends big money and has shit for gear.
Yea for shure.. that has trouble written a lllll over it.
Nah, he will lay her down before he needs to make a quick or sudden stop.
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Unloaded some of the stuff in my workshop in the basement of the old homestead at our place in WNC.
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I'll be here for six months. Our grass needs cutting.
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Got it all unloaded and went for a ride before the rain came today. Dogwoods are still blooming.
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Rode down the mountain to see my friend Jim Tom (aka moonshiner) at Thunder Mountain Store on 143.
First ride for me on my Ural on gravel and she likes it. Nice to be in the land of curves and elevation changes.
I'll hit the Dragon on my way to a sidecar get together at Iron Horse close to Stecoah tomorrow.
Don't worry, I'll use the turn outs unlike some yahoos.
For sure, and he looks like the real deal.
I did a quick and dirty search for "war pig" via Google and turned up a mishmash of hits, many about a Ural. I seems to recall that this guy has an interesting story...
Beat me to it. This was the obvious caption. Old, but classic.
Haha, we didn't need to rent the Ridge cabin next week, we could just come crash with you!
Target fixation on the sportbikes in front of him, he let the guy ahead of him drive him right into that corner instead of taking his own pace...
Body position was horrible, bad lines, I expected to see the low side several times before he actually finally lost it. He kept trying to sit up straight and just lean the bike... He was obviously riding someone else's ride.
Looks like a waste of ten minutes of my time.
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