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Discussion in 'The Rockies – It's all downhill from here...' started by Geek, Sep 30, 2009.
started at 17....
Lay me down in the clover Oh never mind.
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For the 12 year old in each of us:
Vaguely Rude Place Names Of The World
Colorado has "Climax" and "Dick" listed
A friend of mine is in India, she lives close to Dikshit.
Started at 11. Haven't stopped since. It's perfectly safe, and I have the scars to prove it.
Corollary to my .sig: "I plan to live forever. So far, so good.... "
Ditto - my Dad taught me to ride @ 11 on a 1966 CB160.
First clutch release I smacked into the wood shed and thought "well that's the end of that"
My Dad picked up the bike and said "get back on and try it again".
First time I ever remember my Dad being cool
There are missing one in Ireland that I know of.
It's called "Killinaspick". I have a picture at home of that sign floating around somewhere.
...and near "Conception Bay" and "Dildo" newfoundland.. there is a town named Comebychance
btw, my Sister lives in Conception Bay and has had 3 kids there
They left out all the "Buttes" - Elephant Butt(e) etc. Too easy lol.
You guys are only scratching the surface
There were three towns near Hazard Kentucky. Rowdy, Comfort and Hell for Certain
From our place in WP, you drive in one direction to get to Beaver Village, go the other way, Kum&Go.
Life's all about choices... :eek1
A lot more Kum & Gos in the state these days... tells ya something.
Thats funny Edward. I started when I was 10. But I had throttle issues. I turned the throttle the wrong war and went into a deep ditch doing about 30 mph. Got up, my dad helped me pull the gt80 out of the ditch and started riding with a bit more understanding of the throttle function.
I started at 12.... in 1968 just after my folks got divorced and we'd moved from Monterey to Chico.
A neighbor kid had a step-thru Honda 55 that I was always helping get running, push starting, etc. Took my first ride on that bike, and when he decided to sell it and get a bigger bike (S90), I wanted to buy it with my paper route money.
My dad figured he could kill two birds with one stone. Make his son the happiest kid on the planet and piss off the ex by buying me a motorbike without asking her permission
Instead of buying a POS beater Honda, he took me down to White Front (K-Mart of the day) and bought me a new mini-bike. I had that for a few months and found a C110 Honda 50 that I picked up for $50 of paper route mulah. Mo' bettah, real motorcycle
Here at work the other week I overheard some engineers talking about a project in Chico.... flood control study on Lindo Channel - which got my attention.
That was two blocks from the house and where I'd take the mini-bike and the Honda 50 after that, to learn how to ride, crash, get up, and go again.
My first big off happened there....My Kawasaki C2 T120 Roadrunner came down after catching big air (a foot or two ) and one of the rear shocks broke - pitching me over the bars. I was trying to keep up with a hotshot on a Harley Baja 100 (Aermacchi smoker).