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Discussion in 'Hacks' started by Burbankalley, Apr 29, 2020.
Gawd, Strong, your Ignore list is empty? You are a better man than I!
Yeah but, I bet I'm on more ignore lists than you!
Crap do I have to read this whole thread to figure out what the heck you all are talkin about?
Just Dave going off the rails again.
I see an absolutely astonishing work of art and he sees a piece of crap. Situation normal. Though sometimes it's the other way around.
I think it had something to do about trying not to act your age, but due to virus confinement boredom, playground smack talk took over.
Well thank your lucky stars its only 6 pages to refresh if you decide to and not DR650 thread.
Yeah. I don't thing it was the Whisky or the Beer.
I think every one in the whole world is under the pump to some degree due to this dam lurgy and a little more inclined to shoot from the hip than usual.
Down here in N.Z. we seem to be winning the battle at the moment, another 2 weeks we should be a little more relaxed, as long as the borders remain closed which seems a no brainer.
O.K. On a brighter note having stuffed my chance to go riding on day 1 of lifted restrictions and missing out on a visit to a great pie shop,
(you may recall I turned my ankle carrying an armload of firewood). I do have a trolley but being a stubborn type, oh well you know the rest.
Well long story short. A couple of days of RICE and sipping Single Malt in front of the fire and locating those concrete pills I had stashed away, while its not a 100 I think its good enough.
First stop is to buy some new riding pants as my other pairs seem to have shrunk . Bit of work to do there I guess coming up.
Pretty decent analysis !
Metalcarver I'm sorry for condescending at or too you without looking at your homepage, your a talented guy. I'm more than a little reactionary at times, the machined metal Les Paul body I still dislike and unattributed quotes are annoying.
May the rest of your adv\hacks experiences be more pleasant.
Whell I am amzwed ....wrote this thing for hackd magazine eons ago...it came to mind in light of this very educational and interesting 'discussion' about whatever it is about so maybe it fits even today and maybe not ...pataytoes patahtoes and all that junk. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Did anyone ever notice how ones who ride different machines seem to
fit into a stereotype? Years ago someone wrote an article on this and
I felt it was quite amusing but it did hold a lot of truth.
Think of it…Harley riders with many dollars worth of leather on and a
thirty dollar helmet. They seem to wear the leather on and off the
bike too. Then there are the sport bike (crotch rocket) types who ride
with shorts, tank tops , sneakers and a four hundred dollar helmet. At
a rally you may see the BMW types who come in an Aerostitich suit or
the Ducati riders who will show up in full leathers dyed red. The
Goldwingers are known for wearing matching jackets and helmets with
the ever present headset mike projecting in front of their mouth…they
talk softly when on the bike if you speak to them so as not to blat
the ears off their color coordinated passenger. There are others for
sure if we dwell on this but that is not my point to make.
Sidecarists are, for sure, a mixed breed. Years back at the Cook
Forest USCA National (’93 I think) I was really taken off guard by the
comment of my solo bike friend who came along. He was totally amazed
that so many variations of rider `types’ would be at this rally. He
was more amazed that sidecarists tend to talk more about their
sidecars than the power unit that they are pulling them with. Kind of
neat situation isn’t it?
At one time I had a great love for mixed nuts. In the containers that
the mixed nuts came in it was always a real treat to pick out the
cashews. These were the cream of the crop in my book. The other nuts
were okay but for me the goal was to pick out as many cashews as
possible….yumm. A cashew man I was….if it wasn’t a cashew it was
One day while in a store I was walking toward ‘nut section’ when in
the distance I noticed something that was unfamiliar to me. As I drew
closer this site began to come into focus clearer and clearer……
could it be…..is this for real? This site could not be taken
lightly. I stood in awe as my mind raced with wild anticipation. The
beating of my heart threatened to explode though my chest as I ever so
slowly reached forth a shaking hand toward the object. I knew it was
neither a mirage nor a dream as my hand touched the cool glass
container that was plainly labeled CASHEWS ! Yes…oh YES!! Cashews
and only cashews….No more mixed nuts….No more picking though the
walnuts and peanuts and Brazil nuts and all of the other stuff . This
was it…an honest to goodness jar of just cashews…..Life was indeed
good….the days of mixed nuts were over. Today was the beginning of a
new life for me. Me and my cashews…alone at last. No more mixed nuts
Upon returning home with my newly found treasure I flopped on the
couch. I felt as though nothing in this world could ever take the
present satisfaction from me. Pure ambrosia..pure delight…it was
only my cashews and me..alone at last.
After a couple of hours of sleep that night I awoke with a bad case of
heartburn. The symptoms could not be ignored as the discomfort deep in
my chest worse and worse. Minutes became hours. The battle within me
raged on and on with no relief in sight as I drifted in and out of
consciousness. My body cried for sleep but it was not being realized
due to the discomfort within. Finally in my state of delirium sleep
mercifully overpowered me.
The light of the sun was breaking through the eastern sky as I slowly awoke.
It was a new day half opened eyes slowly adjusted to the light within
my darken room. The worst was over although as I saw the three empty
cans of cashews flashbacks of the night before attempted to take
control of my senses. I looked away from them quickly and these
feeling seemed to subside. Yes…It was a new day. Thoughts of the
night before were not clear but in a strange way were also so very
real. The experience was a only a haze but still was attempting to
Days passed and the memory of that fateful night ever so slowly faded
into a surreal memory.
It was a long time before I journeyed back to the store where the
cashews and mixed nuts were waiting to be purchased. Bit I did return
and, again, in the same isle I noticed them. There they were the
familiar ‘mixed nuts’ and right beside them the notorious cashews.
This time I reached up onto the shelf and confidently grabbed three
jars of ‘mixed nuts’.
Later that evening as I opened one of the jars and began to eat I
found that the nuts that I had typically rejects in days gone by were
much more appealing to me. Yes…I did still eat the cashews but no
longer ignored the other nuts in the jar. Everything, cashews and
mixed nuts seemed to taste better than ever….wow…life was now
better than ever even with all of the nuts.
In my world, and in yours, we may tend to look at the cashews as
something special. Some of us are cashews and some of us are various
other mixed nuts but we need to learn that if we were all cashews life
would probably give us a lot of heartburn. It is people, the mixed
nuts that they are that we can learn so much from. It is people, the
mixed nuts that they are, in which we can learn to enjoy life to it’s
fullest. Sidecar people indeed cover the spectrum of what may be
described as ‘mixed nuts’. The old saying that says ‘it takes all
kinds’ is many times thought of in a negative way but it does ‘take
all kinds ‘ to make life what it is. If we want to rise to the
potential that we have it is a good policy to make it a goal to enjoy
the mixed nuts…after all folks …we is one.
Well one would think that Claude was the messiah of sidecars 'round these parts after reading that, but the whole thing reminds me of this:
No offence Claude, your story was very well written and it hit the nail right on the head!
I studied Watts for a few years. I completely agree that, for most people, reality is pushed aside in favor of thoughts about reality. Or, more often, thoughts about ideas of what reality might be "If".
Really ? Are you sure? then history is reality in that way but we could have been wrong in other ways that were not reality so the history would have been fact but the thoughts were not true reality in their function even though it was reality that we beleived they were. uh huh..
Used a collection of thoughts, to "prove" that thought is the ultimate reality. Back on my ignore list.
See your therapist.
Well, I actually have a red headed stepchild, and I'm keeping my 2c in my pocket!
At long last someones confused other than me !
“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun
Merican history is a splendid thing
I'm envious of folks with naturally red hair, really, I am. The rest of us have this mousy brownie crap that passes for ordinary, dull hair color. No, I'm not ready to use bottled hair color, I just think red hair is just so pretty!
Fixed it for you!
Hee, hee, yup Drone, you got it right!
So you blokes finished discussing the meaning of life, other unrelated drivel, and ready to post something along the lines of the OP or do I just nuke you?