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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by SCQTT, Apr 16, 2009.
WELL KNOW FACT: Your LAME joke is based on things that are almost 30 years out of date. Are you so unimaginative that you can't come up with any new material and are stuck wallowing in your outdated parroted ?
Guy I know did Rolling Thunder from Cali to the Wall. I admire the sentiment and all being about as patriotic a guy as you'll find, but was boasting about riding 3000 miles, 2 seconds behind the bike in front of you, 80 miles at a time. Not for me.
And, as John Prine sings, "Your Flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore."
Oil or Sand.. both can be pretty unsettling when you rush up on them. Whats you way of coping?
lighten up. it aint like your name is Willie G.
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He doesn't even own a motorcycle.
Instincts take over as the supercomputer between my ears starts calculating the odds and where I'm likely to end up. First, look for a way to avoid, if no escape is available, stand the bitch up while hitting the binders.
Also the pressure of my sphincter squeezing would be approaching infinity.
The second pic appears to show possible clear tracks not available in the first pic.
What would you do?
If the pressure of your sphincter squeezing does in fact reach infinity, does it form a black hole?
I'd do the same thing, without the benefit of a supercomputer between my ears. Actually, it's more like a 1981 calculator watch. First, try to find a path through, otherwise stand the bike up and trust the ABS and hope there's no vehicles in the opposite lane.
Maybe the joke is 205 but I thought it was funny.
But then I think Harleys and their owners are funny too.
My Harley and I are really funny......You should hear us do the A&C "Who's on first" bit. If things are really rocking we'll sometimes do the C&C " Dave's not here!" routine. Every now and again if the mood is right I play Fred Sanford and the bike does Aunt Esther...Brings down the house every time.
They can be. When they be sporting their assless chaps.
Also Thursday night drunks...
Ya big dummy!
Aunt Esther: Fred Sanford, the wrath of God will strike you down.
Fred Sanford: And this Louisville slugger will knock you out.
Aunt Esther: Woodrow and I are going to have a baby.
Fred Sanford: Well somebody better call the zoo.
Fred Sanford: Goodbye, dear
Aunt Esther: Oh, you called me dear.
Fred Sanford: Why shouldn't I call you DEER? You look like Bambi's father!
Aunt Esther: Who you calling ugly, sucker?
Fred Sanford: I'm calling you ugly, I could push your face in some dough and make gorilla cookies.
Thank you ladies and germs, my Harley and I are here all week.....Don't forget to try the veal and tip your waitress.
Killboy please start taking pictures, I can't take much more of this .
What used to be a subscribed thread has become - I'll check ever so often thread. The key word in the title is "failure" and has been for a while, imo.
It has lost the zeal of the early days.
at least y'all aren't contributing to the blather.
Well Stephen, in this first picture I'm braking like hell PRIOR to entering, getting as much weight as possible transferred to my left peg (both feet if they will fit on it), hanging off like I'm trying to touch my chin to the pavement, all while saying a prayer and putting on my evel knievel cape preparing for my flight into the woods.
This feels MUCH less threatening. Scrub speed if possible, steer for the clear path, and GET ON THE GAS BEFORE ENTERING!