| Author | Message | ||
     Mikeyp |
If your still off your medication Court, you might as well toss the damn bottle in the hopper. You ain't gonna need no drugs with all the excitement flying around. Nice read. | ||
| Phillyblast |
Last night, putting the finishing touches on the fuel cell for my little sister's race car, yes it's genetic my entire family will race anything, my dad raced stock cars back in the days of flatheads, I pulled out the stencil brush and paint and put "Team Elves" on the back. So Sunday afternoon somewhere in New Jersey a bright yellow Crown Victoria will be hauling ass around a dirt track and everyone behind her will be scratching their heads asking "What's Team Elves." When the ask I'll tell them it's a bunch of guys (and gals) that kick ass and take names, and if it ain't been done before it's because Team Elves hasn't tried it. | ||
| Court |
Expect contact ( we, remember, have been trained in this stuff by the best..the Harley-Davidson legal beagles) from the Team Elves Legal Defense Fund compelling you to execute the standard Team Elves Licensing Agreement (Std Form 262) in triplicate. By the way...it also precludes you from listing your sister on e-Bay. Tell her we all wish her the best of luck...she need patches?  Court for the Defense | ||
| Buelliedan |
anybody have any pics of the "mystery bike"?? | ||
| Pdxs3t |
Court, Thanks for keeping us all up to date! TEAM ELVES ROCK! Jim | ||
| Captpete |
It’s interesting to me how various people react differently to a given situation. A little analogy, if I may: (I’ve taken many liberties here in an effort to entertain. No offense to any participants) We’re fishing, of course. Out there looking for the world-record fish of this particular saltwater, (naturally), species. The team has been assembled from a group of dedicated fishermen from all over the world: Wes, a quiet guy (with a noisy wife) from Florida, who has been designing fishing gear for years; Aaron, a very intense young man (hell, they’re all young) from Colorado who has honed his craft for years, building gear with an attention to detail that is rarely seen; Richard, the fisherman himself from down in the bayous, who has been catching record fish for years, both salt and fresh water species. And of course, Court, the renowned sports writer from New York City, whose words bring the fishing experience to life, sometimes even oozing above the tops of the crew’s deck boots, producing that warm, gooey feeling that makes the reader feel as if he were really on the scene. The lines come off the pilings. Our vessel idles out into the river, and awaits the starting gun’s report that will signal the tournament’s commencement. She mingles with the other competitors, but she doesn’t fit in with these little piss-pots that surround her. She is a behemoth, by comparison. Her crew numbers in the hundreds; no, tens of hundreds. Every square inch of deck space is covered by deck boots. Boots with aromas from all over the world. Some smell like kangaroo turds, some like cheese and beer, some like bully beef, and a lot like stale cordite. Only one pair of boots can be filled by the man who holds the fishing pole, but the team requires many. The deafening cheers and stomping of boots on the deck drown out the starting gun’s report, but the puff of smoke is seen, the throttle is jammed to the stops, wheel-water boils out from under the transom, and our ocean-able vessel heads for the inlet. The weather is perfect. We cross the bar, and the ocean’s surface looks like a millpond. Fish will be killed today. We approach the grounds and our gear goes overboard. The crew turns silent in anticipation. And then our first strike… and we’re hooked up! It’s a female. And she’s big. Much bigger than the 156-pound world record. She puts up very little fight. She comes aboard, and she’s 188 pounds. The crew goes nuts celebrating. Little of the deck space is covered with boots, for most are flying through the air in wild dancing. I’m probably senior man in the crew, but I dance with the best of them. It’s too easy. We’re as good at this as we thought. But we’re just getting started. Our real quarry is the elusive 200-pound male. He’s never been caught, only dreamed of. He may not even exist. We re-rig, and our gear goes overboard again. There are fish everywhere. All contestants are hooking up. But this is not an aggregate tournament. No points for sinking the boat with fish; only the biggest one of the tournament counts. Another strike, and we’ve got a tremendous male on the line. He comes aboard and he’s 202 pounds. There are no boots on the deck. They’re all walking on air. We’ve caught the first 200-pounder ever. Win, lose, or draw… right up there with Chuck Yeager. We did it first. And, we got a world record. Two world records. But wait a minute. One of those piss-pots just caught a 191-pound female. We’re down to one world record, and those guys haven’t even rigged up for males yet. Do we re-rig for females, or try for a bigger male in an effort to secure the one record we own? Time’s running out. Re-rigging is no small task, and although we have a crew of thousands, only Aaron may touch the gear. And those damn officials took it all apart to make sure we weren’t cheating. But like I said earlier, this guy’s intense, and he puts it all back together in an hour, and our gear for males is overboard. Fish on, and Richard puts his back into it as the pole bends nearly double. He’s determined to land the biggest fish this gear will possibly allow. The muscles in his arms pump up to twice their normal size. He ignores the painful burning and just keeps cranking. Aaron bites his lip as he watches the rod bend, dreading the explosive sound he will hear if it should fail. The crew holds their collective breath. The fish comes aboard, and it weighs 208 pounds! Pammy high-fives Wes, misses his hand, and sends him into a double back-flip across the shop where he slams against the wall and slides down to a sitting position on the floor. He sits there calmly with a satisfied grin on his face. The crew nearly sinks the boat in their exuberance. Except for Capt. Pete and Capt. Paul. They’ve each spent a lifetime at sea, and are crawling around down in the bilge, checking the pumps and looking for leaks. This tournament isn’t over yet. They’ll celebrate when the lines are back on the pilings. To be continued… | ||
| Court |
Pete: Any chance I could get you to rig my gear to catch females? Court (and THAT writing my friend is true word art!) | ||
| Captpete |
Praise from the master. There's none better! All I can tell you about rigging for females is this: Choose the target species carefully. If you choose girlfriends, it's difficult to bring more than one aboard. If you choose ex-girlfriends, you can load the boat!  | ||
| Eeeeek |
SacBORG disclaimer...hehehehe | ||
| Phillyblast |
Hey Court Any News Any News Any News? I'm DYIN' over he-ah!!!!! | ||
| Shazam |
.....at this point I am truly honored to share bandwidth with you people. what a great job! congratulations yours in buelling - Sam | ||
| Edmanning |
Court,Aaron,Richard Whats goin on. Sorry to have left the page but I'm one of the lucky ones who works weekends. Hillbilly | ||
| Pammy |
O.K. here is the condensed version. I shoulda updated earlier. I talked to Aaron after the back up run this morning. As for the run...bad news. They lost a cylinder on the first pass at a little over the half-way mark. We don't know what happened yet. Aaron is on his way home and will let us know the diagnosis, later. At the time I spoke with Aaron this A.M., Brian Perkins had not yet staged. I was told that they were busy little bees in their camp getting ready to run somewhere. We can only presume that he was preparing to run in the fuel class. I don't know this for certain...just a guess. I have not gotten any further word as to what is going on at the salt. More details later, I'm sure. | ||
| Hans |
That is not at all too bad news. Thanks Pammy. Here it is Sunday morning 01 AM. Whole day tight on the screen. It was much too long silent from the Salt. Well the monster went faster than foreseen. Why? The contact path. Not that the tires became bigger but by the tremendous centrifugal forces the tires became hard as rock and the effective wheel radius was bigger. (Some drivel just to decompress on this side of the pond.) Hans. | ||
| Ncbueller |
Team Elves: Well done from NASCAR Country Ride like you stole it !!!!! | ||
| Court |
I'll let Aaron do the play-by-play when he gets rested, but I need to tell all of you, as Aaron drives toward the Team Elves R&D Center in Berthoud, that each and every one of you are winners in every sense of the word. I’ve done this Buell thing for a long time and have never been more overcome with pride and emotion. Aaron set huge goals for us this year, to do things that others had dismissed as impossible. As I write this the Wes Brown powered, Aaron Wilson engineered and prepared and Richard Nallin piloted Buell is the first motorcycle, under 2000cc, to reach the elusive 200MPH mark. Richard Nallin has the t-shirt. TEAM ELVES is in the record books at 202.989MPH. We're holding a timing slip that shows 208.540 but the backup run was not to be. I see this as nothing more than "the bar" for next years TEAM ELVES effort. At 3:00PM this afternoon, I knew we'd succeeded. It wasn't until 3:15pm, when the postman arrived with the CD movie from Holland, that I realized the tremendous magnitude of what we'd done and how tremendous our accomplishment was. Aaron Wilson is brilliant. While others have cooked, created web pages, mailed t-shirts, and a host of ancillary activities in support of his effort, Aaron worker tirelessly nights, weekends and every spare moment he could and took each and every one of us with him on the way to reaching the goals we'd set. I reminded myself, when the first call came from Bonneville today, that we'd seized the Golden 200MPH Ring before we went back to better our own records. I cannot put in words the respect and admiration I have for what Aaron has done. He saw the impossible as “marginally difficult” and showed us the path to success. There was a time today that I felt a bit of a hollow spot in my gut, and then the mail arrived. I just sat and watched the 30+ minute expertly produced movie of the 2002 BONNE BUELL-GANZA and I have to tell you, it's been a long time since I've welled up tears in my pursuit of things Buell. I've never been prouder to be associated with any group of people nor had I ever dreamt what Aaron started would assume some proportions of international love and friendship. I've had the pleasure of playing point man with Erik Buell over the past couple days. He, like Aaron, continues to amaze. His love for racing and his admiration of what Aaron and Team Elves has done hangs on every word he says. Aaron and Erik share a unique appreciation for racing, the science, the strategy and the emotion. Over the past several days, Erik's voice has, once again, shown the unwavering enthusiasm and passion that drew me to his dream. I'm sure he'd want me to share with you how proud he is of the positive things we've done for Buell and the respect we've brought to his nearly 20-year-old engineering. Erik was right. As I looked at the video, I'm struggling to translate emotions to words. I never dreamt and nothing could ever have prepared me, in my wildest dreams, to grasp that, through "things Buell" my world would span the globe. I sit here amazed and humbled that some of my dearest friends are 15,000 miles away. Erik started it and Aaron was the catalyst that has drawn folks of great talent, passion and vision together from all corners of this earth. Each and every one of them, from the Doctor who doubles as a webmaster, the Engineer who dons the cook's hat, the Dance Technician with the side grinder, the Sea Captain turned car thief/troubadour, the Communications Specialist in Belgium standing at the BBQ and our Fireman turned racer. . each does their part, selflessly, to make the team the YOU have created THE BEST. I've exchanged several e-mails with some of the USFRA folks. I can tell you that wherever TEAM ELVES is and whatever we are doing at any given moment, we are watched and admired. We, under Aaron's guidance, have raised the bar of professionalism in Land Speed Racing. Someone may go faster, no one will ever do better. I've also kept in constant contact with Jim and Janice Nallin who trust the care and safekeeping of their son to us. The way Aaron's does things and the way this team is run, allows them to sleep nights while Richard is half a continent away lending his gift to our success. I'm going to let Aaron tell the story, but I had to personally congratulate each and every one of you, you've all given your support and worked hard. Our goal was to go 200MPH. We're in the books at 202.989 and I could not be happier. There is a time to savor success and breath deep and the next dream is crafted. I'll leave you with this for the evening. If you have vacation time next year, be at Bonneville and join us for what started as racing and has become an international celebration of friendship. And, by the way, if you think the book is good...wait till you see the movie! If you can beg, borrow or steal a copy of Grizzly's movie, you'll be treated to a glimpse at what's become so special about TEAM EVLES. The light of the Buell Dream has never burned brighter, nor my heart more warmed with friendship as it is today. To Aaron Wilson.....CONGRATULATIONS on your accomplishments and THANK YOU for the friendships around the world. To Susan Wilson.... the warmest THANK YOU and all our love from each of us around the world. To Erik Buell.... THANK YOU for teaching us the meaning of perseverance and including us in your Dream. Court Canfield Manager - TEAM ELVES 10.19.02 | ||
| Ferris |
Richard Nallin backed up the Team Elves qualifier of 203 mph with a 202 mph also getting Richard Nallin in the 200 mph club. -- from Landracing.com, 10-18-02 cooked piston or not, the ABOVE fact is AWESOME! Elves, ya done us proud, an i'm betting this is only just the beginning. i'm crackin' a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale as we speak, in honor of where i live physically -- the Sierra Nevada Mountains of SoCal -- and in honor of where i live emotionally, with my Hooligan friends here on BADWEB. looking forward to more news when it becomes available. 200 mph on a frikkin' Buell? who'd a thunk it! FB | ||
| Madduck |
Court, things have sure changed since I ran into you at midnite, Hillsdale fuell stop on interst 5 in IL. I had only met one other Bueller and here was a guy hauling two from tulsa to his new job in WI. Everyone I have met that has a Buell seems to fall into a special category. Aaron more so than any of us. He is the sort of person I thik we would all like to be more like. When you look back at the folks that have taken a shot at 200 mph and 1650 cc and failed, you begin to appreciate the magnitude of ASWracings head honcho. I especially like the fact that TeamElves has inspired so many others to get actively involved in LSR racing. Sorry about the backup run, but racing motors break. We're putting ours back together for Maxton. If anyone needs to see a Buell piston that was spinning at 12,500 rpm I have a pretty good photo. Bottom end held up and we should be good next week. Next year we want to live longer at 12,500, Sound up there was unreal. Wish I could have got a WAV file. Congratulation again Aaron. See you next year on the salt Paul | ||
| Peter |
This is great! I walked in the door from being away with performances and just read all about it. It's 2.30am and now I'm off to bed happy. Well done all! PPiA | ||
| Ferris |
ps to Captain Pete: nice work Skipper Everyone I have met that has a Buell seems to fall into a special category. ain't it the truth, Paul! nice words mate Sierra Nevada Pale Ale #1: GONE. Sierra Nevada Pale Ale #2: IN PROGRESS... FB | ||
| Iamike |
Isn't this a special way to finish up the past couple of weeks on this board? Lesser people threw in the towel after a bad sidestand switch or speedo sensor. Yet a few had a dream and percevered until that dream was met. I only wish I had a portion of the determination that has been shown this weekend. Me, I'm proud to have a bike under me with the Buell name on it! | ||
| Ferris |
Snierra Pevada Nale Wail #3 is badly wounded, and reaching for a saving tag from nummer, uh numbir, um uno, dose, trays, numero Kwatro. more to come (perhaps)... BF (hic...) | ||
| Fogcity |
Congratulations to everyone. I, too, am proud to have a bike under me with the Buell name on it. Having said that, please don't shun me for my latest acquisition.  | ||
| Court |
Just talked to Richard Nallin. He's in the car, headed from Dallas to Shreveport with his folks, and asked that I tell everyone thank you for your support and how proud he is to represent us. | ||
| Jester |
Hey all, I am in quite a dilemma and thought I would seek advice from the masses. Last month I burnt a piston in my 96 S2T, it is a pretty expensive fix as the heads have had Zipper's Stage II work done and the piston chunks did quite a number on the squish chamber radius. This is going to require extensive machine work of both the current heads and new pistons, on top of the pricey proposition of an entire disassembly/rebuild. Brian Nallin was more than generous in his assistance and if I had not had the following accident in a company truck and lost my job I would have loved to build the 88" he suggested.  Luckily, I escaped with only a seat belt burn. So now that I have lost my job and the convenience of a company vehicle, I have to sell my bike and use the proceeds towards anew vehicle. Would I be better off parting it out or selling the entire bike as a "basket"? Any help in this matter would be especially appreciated. | ||
| José_Quiñones |
Meanwhile, down in Daytona... | ||
| Cjmblast |
Congratulations to Wes, Aaron, Richard, Court, Erik and everyone involved with Team Elves !!! I've really enjoyed the posts and excitement, before this year I'd never heard of the Elves, and now I won't forget who they are or what they accomplished !! I've never even really heard of Buell before last October when I took a safety motorcycle course and a girl in the group told me about her Buell Blast and how neat of a bike it was for a gal starting out. I'm glad I took her advice, and now own my own Blast and proud to be part of the Buell world and post on this site !! I could have gotten another bike, but no other bike could make me feel as proud of the one I have now, BECAUSE of Team Elves !! WAY TO GO TEAM ELVES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CJM | ||
| Pammy |
Oh, Capt Petey, Somehow your analogy has brought back memories of the big fracas on this board concerning my big ass... Cute story. Signed, Queen of the Universe, also known as the noisey wife. | ||
| Loki |
Jester, Glad at least you are okay after that. I took on a light pole a couple years back with my Dakota. Dead center on the front, caved it in to the water pump. I can't say if the pole or me won the battle. The guy behind me said the pole did a complete flip before hitting the highway. Loki | ||
| Ralph |
Jester, that looks like a ferocious hit. Wonderful thing how those belt thingies work. My suggestion would be to part the bike out. As long as you have the time to do it, you'll see more money. On the flip side, if you sell it as a complete basket, you only have to deal with one person and one money. No left over parts either. If you need any help with particulars, shoot me an email. bighairyralph |
