Hahahahaha :D

This followed me home today. It's a bit weathered and needs a good clean up - last ran about 2 years ago. Should be a fun project. :D

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The dog looks happy to have another wheel to pi55 on :rolleyes:

Morning Y'all

G'day Rick

Howdy Jeff,
Must be nice to be allowed to have a bike, It is against the rules here

Magically delicious?

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She's not totally comfortable with it.

Although I did show her this (what I'm thinking of doing to it) and all I got was 'nice, but I kinda like it the way it is'. What, all dirty? I said. Got a hmmph.

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Have fun with your new toy, Jeff!

Good Tuesday morning folks.

Only two more days to endure of the two extra women in the house. Those two talk consistently and constantly and continuously. Nice ladies but the talk is amazing. One of the many things I love about my wife is she knows how to NOT talk all the time.

Counting down the days until our work-cation.

Sweet!
My first bike, back in the day, was the other parallel twin, the gs500.

I grew up on bikes and started on a little Honda Z50 when I was 5 and love riding. My wife has ridden with me but doesn't exactly like me riding them. Her dad died on a motorcycle.

Our daughter has a dirt bike though and my wife was OK with our son getting a little Z50 sized bike (still looking) since dirt bikes don't have road traffic to contend with.

On dirt bikes — as a lay in the dirt with a broken femur waiting for the ambulance, many of the riders stopped and made comments like..."Hang in there, I remember when I broke this and that." All seemed to have broken more than one bone dirt bike riding. That was when I decided dirt bike riding was NOT going to be in my future.

Yeah, I have gone down hard a time or two. Tore my medial tendon and had major nerve damage out in the deep woods when my foot caught a root. Couldn't use my toes to shift, I had to swing my heel underneath. Hard to ride the hair and hound trails with one leg but it was the only way out. Clearing logs was the worst.

When I broke my femur I was in traction for a couple of days before they put a pin from my hip to my knee. Don't know what they had me on for pain killers but I had a recurring hallucination that I was hanging from some sort of rigging and the nurses would stop in every once in a while and start me swinging like it was some sort of torture.

Remember waking up from the surgery out in a hallway with 6 big dudes in white holding me down and yelling at me to shut up and be still. I was in pain and demanding they get the doctor. The doctor had told me it wasn't going to hurt so I thought something was wrong. Evidently it was the talk of the hospital. Later when back in my room I overhead some nurses outside my room describing me as that demon possessed patient. When I was practicing walking up and down the hallways on crutches the nurses always stared at me very wide eyed.

The only other thngs I remember was being bored enough that i called the hospital library and they brought me some books I remember the act of reading them, but not which books or what they were about. Also remember the pretty nurse giving me a sponge bath a couple of times. Otherwise that three weeks was a blurr.

Don't think I would have had the violet recovery if they had explained before hand that it might hurt as I was waking up because they couldn't give me any pain killers until I was fully out from under the anesthesia. Have had several surgeries since including my foot thing and not had any violent episodes. The most recent with my foot, I woke up in my room and not recovery.

I only had a motorcycle for a year or two, and luckily never had more than a minor scrape or two. Not really my cup of tea, but I can see why many are attracted to them.

Morning all SmileWavy




I've been falling off chook chasers since I was about 10 years old, but it's been mostly bashing around a paddock, although I did ride a Honda XR250 to work for nearly a year some time back.

This '76 GS400 (for the bargain price of $200) is the first road bike I've ever had. So I figure after 30 something years, it was finally time I actually went and got a license and made it properly legitimate. :)

Back when I was 15 and did not yet have a driver's license I went with a buddy to ride dirt bikes. I was a beginner rider and I scared the hell out of myself a couple of times. Then I saw my buddy crash and I saw him tossed into the air like a rag doll. He was just cut up and bruised. I have not ridden a motorcycle since.

The same buddy was really into his motorcycles. Shortly after he turned 21 he bought a nice road bike. He was a super careful rider and was always looking for danger. He was at a red light and when it turned to green he knew not to launch out into the intersection. The car in the near lane came to a stop and the car next to him drove on through the intersection. Just as my friend entered the intersection a car ran the light but the car was hidden behind the stopped car.

My friend's leg was broken in dozens of places and his knee was smashed. He still walks with a major limp.

Also when I was 15 and riding the school bus to school one of my other neighborhood friends always wanted a motorcycle. He finally got his "freedom" as he called it that year. One day on the way to school he was in front of the school bus when he tried to make a turn across the highway. He hit gravel and slid right under a 18 wheeler. He was the first person I ever knew that died. It was the first funeral I ever went to.

^This.

Last fall, I tried to talk my 19y/o brother out of purchasing a GSXR750 but that was a battle of futility.

My parent's have failed him and themselves...I told him I hope I don't have to attend his funeral.

I like bikes, I like fast...but I don't like riding on the street.