Quote from: pipeliner1978 on August 03, 2008, 11:13:35 AM
"you can put your weeeed in it"

high school, and yes, drugs were involved.



So.............

Munchies,  feeding your face - chocolate cake and the hip purse...is that where you got that idea? 

Quote from: Bonwilder on August 03, 2008, 11:18:35 AM
Munchies,  feeding your face - chocolate cake and the hip purse...is that where you got that idea? 

Quote from: pipeliner1978 on August 03, 2008, 10:34:39 AM
moral of the story, when your fatass gets too hot on your bike and you're riding with other ppl, have the common courtesy to let them know if you are gonna stop and feed your face.  That way ppl who might be a lil concerned about your health(bc you're only wearing jeans, tank top and half helmet) don't have to speed off looking for you.

I rode with a newbie cruiser rider down to South Padre one April...
One minute he was there doing 90, one minute later *POOF* he was gone.
I pulled over but he never caught up.  I turned around and went looking for him...
Hit by a truck?  No.
Bike broke down?  No.

"Oh, I wanted to stop for gas..." 
DUMBASS. 

Of course he was the same guy who always tried to yell info to me,
while both doing 90 both in full face helmets,
and could never figure any meaningful hand signals...
He would just yell and flap his hands around like Richard Simmons trying to fly.

One of the memorable "flying attempts" wes followed by him taking the next off-ramp.
I followed him...
"I think my bike is overheating ...the temperature light on the dash is blinking..." he says.
So what does he do? He slaps his PLASTIC 'motorcycle glove' on the chrome exhaust pipe to "test it".
It looked like black Mozzarella Cheese when he pulled it away.

THEN dumbass argued that he DIDN'T WANT to put anything cold on it to stop the swelling.
I didn't want to get stranded eight hours from home with this idiot unable to grab the throttle grip due to blisters...
I had to threaten him with physical violence to get him to do it.
His fingers looked like cooked hotdogs.   

That trip he: Ran out of gas thirty miles from the nearest station.  Sunburned his feet SO BAD riding in flip-flops he couldn't put shoes on.  Got washed down the beach and lost because he had no idea about currents at the shore.  On TWO occasions almost took me out while I was stopping because he followed too close and would lock his brakes in a panic.  "I didn't expect you to stop"  Hey, dumbass -IT'S A STOP SIGN. 

There was more... (a lot more) but this has been long enough.

After that trip he was offended that I wouldn't ride ANYWHERE with him.
I felt he was a liability to even be in the same room with, let alone hurling a 700Lb bike down the road.

This stellar individual (a degreed engineer) no longer works on experimental aircraft.
He has moved on to bigger and better things: Nuclear Reactors for Westinghouse.  No SHIT.

Ask a13bPilot about "Burney" sometime.
I'm sure the stories could go on for hours...

So, in a very long winded way, I agree with your sentiment Tommy!

rich, you were way too close to the border to walk away from that trip "legally"

Quote from: Girlrider on July 29, 2008, 11:07:40 AM
Use Stabil if you don't run it in the winter, the float can get stuck and its a PITA to have them cleaned.

It's a carby?!?

Quote from: Ronr on July 29, 2008, 10:23:17 AM
Watch out for women driving minivans. And trucks. And pretty much anything I guess.

lumber, shopping carts, pot holes, slick spots, road kill...

Quote from: Duc L'Smart on August 03, 2008, 07:40:15 PM
lumber, shopping carts, pot holes, slick spots, road kill...

And black bears...

Two riders from Dallas were cruising up the Talimena Trail just west of Mena yesterday.  Rounded a corner, got on the gas for a nice long straight and out of nowhere a black bear wanders across the road    They didn't hit it - must of been the mother of all panic stops - but waited about a 1/4 mile away until the beast got off the road.