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     Garlic_sauce |
LOL | ||
| Patches |
 (Message edited by patches on July 17, 2009) | ||
| Kscanuck785 |
wwwhhhhoooaaaa, it is sweet AND HUGE!!!! LOL have fun with it!  I've always had a soft spot for white bikes, I wish they'd be more white bikes available "stock" so we'd see more of them my next bike WILL be white!  | ||
| Patches |
LEGEND OF THE RIDE BELL Many years ago, on a cold December night, an old greybeard biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys and other assorted trinkets for the kids at a group home near where he worked. As he rode along that night, he thought about how lucky he had been in life, having a loving riding partner that understood his need to roam the highways and about his trusty old bike that had not let him down once in the many years they had shared the road together. About 50 miles north of the border, in the high desert, lurked a small group of notorious little critters known as Road Gremlins. You know, the ones who always leave little obstacles like one shoe, boards and pieces of old tires on the road and also dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over and crash, thus giving the Road Gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil. As the old greybeard rounded a curve that moonlit night, the gremlins ambushed him, causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid before coming to a stop next to one of his saddlebags that had broken free. As he lay there, unable to move, the Road Gremlins made their way towards him. The greybeard, not being one to give up, started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with nothing else to throw but a bell, he started ringing it in the hopes of scaring off the dirty little gremlins. About a half mile away, camped in the desert, were two bikers sitting around the campfire talking about their day's ride and the freedom of the wind blowing in their faces as they rode across this vast country. In the stillness of the night air, they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing and upon investigating, found the old biker lying along the roadside with the gremlins about to get him. Being a part of the biker Brotherhood, they proceeded to ward off the gremlins until the last of them ran off into the night. Being grateful to the two bikers, the old greybeard offered to pay them for their help, but as all true bikers do, they refused to accept any type of payment from him. Not being one to let a good deed go unnoticed, the greybeard cut two pieces of leather from his saddlebag tassels and tied a bell to each one. He then placed them on each of the bikers' motorcycles, as near to the ground as possible. The tired, old road warrior then told the two travelers that with those bells placed on their bikes, they would be protected from the Road Gremlins and that if ever in trouble, just ring the bell and a fellow biker will come to their aid. So, whenever you see a biker with a bell, you know that he has been blessed with the most important thing in life...friendship from a fellow biker. (Message edited by patches on July 17, 2009) | ||
| Gearheaderiko |
A friend was offering to buy me a bell. I told him I didnt want one, not being prone to superstitions or wanting to give in to the OCD they can harbor. Sure enough though, Christmas came around and a co worker, who I wouldnt think would know or even think about it, she gave me a bell. Well saying no to the offer of being bought one and getting one as a gift is entirely different. I'm not superstitious, but I'm not stupid either! It went on the bike. A year or so later a 'brother' (you know, one of those guys you ride with and its seems like you've been riding with forever) also gave me a bell. It went on the other bike. Not one to give in to superstitions, I'm also not one to turn away from the prayers, blessings or well wishes from others. Especially not when given 'the gift' from a 'brother' or 'sister'. Thanks to Patches for sharing that bit of biker lore and reminding me of how special that 'gift' really is. | ||
| Patches |
Had a Young Guy come by and look at my Bikes the other day and he asked about the Ride Bell so I thought I would share it. "Not one to give in to superstitions," Me neither. "I'm also not one to turn away from the prayers, blessings or well wishes from others. Especially not when given 'the gift' from a 'brother' or 'sister'." I got mine from my Mother. God Bless All, Ride Free. | ||
| Ezblast |
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| Kustomklassix |
Sorry if this is really random, but I was on CNN this morning and saw an interesting headline...in Rhode Island it is perfectly legal for 16 and 17 year olds to be strippers. Many people think that this is wrong, however I disagree considering the legal age of consent in Rhode Island is 16. Oh, and one more little tidbit, prostitution is legal there as well. That's right, 16 year old stripping prostitutes. Oh my. Anyone care to share an oppinion?  http://www.upi.com/Top_News/2009/07/21/16-year-old -strippers-found-legal-in-RI/UPI-24771248207240/ http://www.projo.com/news/content/teen_dancers_07- 21-09_Q6F39ID_v80.3985e27.html http://abcnews.go.com/Business/story?id=8149969&pa ge=1 | ||
| Indybuell |
Uhh... Do they wear Buell Attire? | ||
| Kustomklassix |
Indy - They very well could wear Buell attire...until it's on the stage that is. Then we'd get to see their cute Buell tattoo's!!  | ||
| Swampy |
Buell Attire! And where do you find that? Buell attire comes from the same imaginary vein as 16 year old stripping prostitutes, just like local Buell dealerships. I have a Moto Guzzi dealership only miles from the house, the local Buell dealership.....  | ||
| Gearheaderiko |
The year was 2009. America had a Black president, Russia was no longer relevant and Kim Jong il was ready to fling nuclear bombs at anyone who would pay attention to him. It was a brave new world and things were about to change. The Buell civil war was inevitable. Our once benevolent leader had now turned into a ruthless dictator, seemingly over night. 'The father' denounced the Blastards as heretics and proclaimed "we will crush them". Nothing much changed in the beginning. We still went on group rides. Still participated in online Buell forums, but little by little it did. The group rides frequently began to have more and more 100+ mile stretches between gas and comfort stops. The animosity was subtle at first. Disapproving glances, halted conversations, but being left behind began to become commonplace. Soon our B.R.A.G. cards were torn up at Buell events. Pegasus emblems were ripped from jackets. We'd show up at a dealer for parts and be ignored, oftentimes they wouldnt even bother coming out from the backroom to 'help' us. We'd pretend to be a 'twinner' by ogling over the newest Heliconite in the showroom. But they knew who we were and they werent about to help any Buell mudbloods. It wasnt long before we were driven underground. Daytime rides became the peril of those that must. The rest took what work we could find at night. The once bright colours of our Blasts replaced with black. They drew too much attention. Sure we had our sympathizers. The 'Euro boys' would let us ride with them. They didnt ask any questions. They knew about being 'different'. They knew what it was like to ride a bike you couldnt get parts for. The Harley riders? We were just invisible to them. We dressed funny. Occasionally someones wife would be 'Blasted up' and they put up with her until she could get a Sportster of her own. The 'Tubers' were the worst though. Sure, we had our sympathizers there. Often a former Blast owner or they had a family member that was a Blaster. It stopped there. "We might share some of the same parts, but y'aint one of us". These militant Buellers were bitter, having been left for dead by 'The Company' years before. But they were Buellers to the core, bled the Kool Aid, towed the company line. To them, the ends justified the means. Sometimes, some poor Blastard would get caught out in daylight on their own. The 'Tubers' would surround him. You couldnt out run them. You couldnt out handle them. Your only hope was that they'd break down before you ran out of gas. Then came 'the cubings'. In the early days we'd show up at the dealer for some free giveaway. A hat, bag, shirt, we'd take anything we could get. You'd park your Blast round back and go inside (you'd learned years before not to park out front). They'd insist you'd have to test ride the new Buell to get your trinket. You'd give them your license. You get back to the showroom, riding past the back lot and notice your Blast was gone. You'd go inside, heart beating out of your chest, seeing the salesmen holding the keys to a new twin in one hand and the bus schedule in the other. "Whats it gonna be" he'd ask you as you look to see your Blast paraded out front, crushed into the shape an ottoman. The Gals were a brave bunch. They'd have to make the parts runs. They could often get away with riding a Blast in daylight (as long as they showed the right amount of shame on their face). It was 'accepted'. They had to be careful. Blast parts catalogues had been burned as part of the heresy decree, so they had to ask for XB parts. Sometimes they'd strike gold and the parts clerk would say "we only got this one, its says Blast on it, but it'll work. You can have it for half price". They'd slip sometimes and ask for a part by the Blast number. I've never seen it, thank god, but I've heard the story. Upon hearing the part number the parts manager appears out of his office. Realizing her mistake, she dashes for the door. Its always too late. Its gone and she can now hear the wine of the crusher as it finishes off her beloved Blast. Once, we never again saw one of 'our own' after a parts run. She never came back. We'd heard about a re-education camp, near Troy. We heard of someone seeing a girl there that matched her description, 'tatted' up like an inner city subway car, on the way to Sturgis on the back of a Road King. They swear they saw a tattooed teardrop under her eye, with "P3" underneath. Occasionally, we'd get word of a 'real Bueller' talking of wanting a Blast 'for their wife'. After some mild scrutiny, one of us who have been hoarding Blasts, allowed one to be sold. We'd find out later about the 'cubing party' they had. The XBlasters were folk heroes even before the Summer of '09. Having done what 'The Company' dared not do, they earned a special status. It also earned them a daring responsibility. They were the ones that were able to move amongst the 'real Buellers' without detection. Our moles were able to tell us of new giveaways, possible sympathizers to our cause, parts stashes and new models being announced. They also scouted and led the parts raids. Sneaking into camps, lopping of front cylinders, stealing cams, even whole engines, which we'd then remove the rear cylinder and seal it off with JB weld. Our hope and what kept us going was always that 'The father' would announce the production of a new single. A Motard, an enduro, a GPbike, we didnt care. We hope that the owners of these new 'haploids' would see us as kin. Join our cause. Some say it will happen any day, 'the father' wont let us down. Those of us more jaded by time, dont see it. But we keep on, we dont have a choice, we never did. Better suited to the "Tales from the Dark" side thread. But THIS is clearly Blastphemy. No Blasts were harmed in the writing of this story. Any similarity to persons real, dead or alive is purely coincidental. This does not reflect the views of Badweb, its custodians or Buell MC. Thank you Upton Sinclair. | ||
| Britchri10 |
Gearheaderiko: Welcome to the Jungle Chris C (SWP)-Not really.... | ||
| Gearheaderiko |
Nice! I think I'd prefer SCP (Single Cylinder Party) | ||
| Britchri10 |
SCP: A Party of one for one and all! Chris C | ||
| Ezblast |
And all for one! SCP Cylinder EZ (Message edited by ezblast on July 26, 2009) | ||
| Patches |
Gearheaderiko, Have you thought about sending "The Buell civil war" directly to Erik Buell and Willy G. Davidson. Maybe they will get the message; Don't drop the American Made Single we all Cherish. This was just a thought Please don't take it the wrong way. The Blast is a great Bike regardless what other people think. | ||
| Rainman |
They'll be making it in small quantities as long as Riders Edge exists. I don't see Harley dealers offering the class only to put people on Suzukis and Hondas. | ||
| Swampy |
 Gearheaderiko, that was just beautiful and chilling all at the same time. | ||
| Swampy |
Why don't you post it up on the front page and send it to the advertising company, maybe they can use it. | ||
| Blastronomer |
Wow, dire. Looks like it's time to go underground. I wonder what kind of message it would send if I took off the Buell decals right there at the dealership tomorrow before I ride it home? Maybe we should all peel them off and send them to EB with little notes about not needing these anymore. | ||
| Swampy |
what does SCP mean? | ||
| Milt |
Maybe Harley can absorb the Blast line, so they'll have something smaller than a Sportster to use in Riders Edge. Of course, they couldn't call it a Buell. May I suggest "Hardly Davidson"? | ||
| Gearheaderiko |
SCP: Single Cylinder Party. I think posting it anywhere might not be a wise decision. It may be dark satire (or?) and it might not be taken as flattering. I also think that sending it to EB or Willie G, they might take it as the 'ramblings of a madman' or worse, a threat! It'd have to be cleaned up and edited anyway, but I think our point has been made clear everywhere else on this site and their decision has already been made. ( I also know of countless Blastards who have pleaded our case to EB over the last 10 years.) Taking off the Buell decals is exactly what they want! It would certainly make a point if you did that right there at the dealer (bring a hair dryer), IF anyone was paying attention. I'm going to the Tattoo parlour later and get my Buell tattoo covered up. Tomorrow I'll get the 'Scarlet B' patch sewn on my leathers. Erik DBR (Disenfranchised 'Buell' Rider) PS EZ, I had no idea we'd actually be "talking treason" so soon after opening up this thread! | ||
| Kscanuck785 |
LOL, I do remember the post where you said that talking treason would be against the badweb rules...  | ||
| Rainman |
Don't cover the tattoo, yet. They may just decide to bring out a kickin' single in a couple of years. I think the new body work with "Blast" on it could be the ticket ... | ||
| Gearheaderiko |
NEW 2010 BLAST TANK STICKERS AVAILABLE FROM BUELL: In an attempt to appease the Blast owners that may feel disenfranchised with the new ad campaign, BUELL will be supplying new Blast tank emblems to retrofit older models free of charge. Old tank stickers will need to be surrendered. * * * * * * * *(new tank sticker)  | ||
| P3_pilot |
OK Erik, I'm still in a sling and having to type this with my left hand in a semi pain killer induced state but I can be silent no more! The story of the hunt for the ellusive La Tuna Chuppa-Cabra started like many rides. The sun shown down on a clear day over the Pacific, 4 brothers were riding their American steel down a one way, one lane canyon called La Tuna, P3 Pilot out in front leading the way often looked back to make sure his brothers were still with him as reports of the dreaded La Tuna Chuppa-Cabra had come in of bikers being pulled off there mounts while out for a pleasant stroll through the canyons. It was the last quarter mile of the twisty road and P3 had no problems with his brothers keeping up on there much heavier and slower HD'S but still a great day it was to be riding with his brothers until..... The last hairpin left came up and out of nowhere it was on him! The damn La Tuna Chuppa-Cabra pounced on P3 and knocked him from his Blast. All that was heard was tires screaching, the crunch of his bar end mirror on the asphalt and the roar of the damn monster. Lucky for P3 his brothers rode up right after and chased the Chuppa-Cabra away and helped P3 get to his feet. Alas though, P3 did not go unharmed.The spill on the road had dislocated his right shoulder and fractured the bone. Like a Crazed Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon P3 attempted to pop his shoulder back in place by slamming it into to water barracade by the road side ( children do not attempt that under any circumstance!) After a couple minutes the group calmed P3, Gearhead with his trusty supply of Vicodin handy tended to his fallen comrad and comforted him with medicine from the Gods and down the hill they went to be out of reach of the monster for good. Well thats the way I would like to remember it anyway. The bike is fine, she needs a new mirror and turn signal and then we should be good to go. Might be a few months until I can ride safely again but ride I will! As for the heathen who's name we shall not mention ever again, to hell with your Rotax powered plastic bullets! How dare you forsake those children of yours who took your most unlikely model and made it a culture. We will not be thrown away so easily, in fact we will be more of a nusance than ever just wait till someday on homecoming hundreds of us BLASTARDS come rolling through your po-dunk little town. You thought the Mongol raid on Laughlin was bad, just wait till we get our hands on EB in his own back yard. You will pay for your blasphemy old man and we will burn our tank stickers in rebellion of what we onced believed was our brethen. Join me now brothers and sisters as we turn our backs on what we thought were our kin. We have our own kindred to keep us company and we will never be silenced. EZ, lead us to the dark side so we can have vengence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!} | ||
| P3_pilot |
 Be careful of whom you shun EB we are everywhere!!!! | ||
| Barklessdog |
My Dear Ray, I want you to know how proud I am of you for finally breaking your silence and letting the truth be known about what "exactly" happened this past July 4th. And to those of you that doubt what our dear brother says, I have proof of the vicious attack that occurred that fateful day...BEHOLD! Photographic evidence of the elusive La Tuna-cabra! Be brave My Brother, Be Brave!  |
