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Fast1075
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 06:24 pm: | 
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Sitting on my first Buell for the first time...yup the Mighty Blast.
Showing up for the first club ride at Buellistic's insistance...apprehensive that I was riding "only" a Blast. Only to find that everybody was enthusiastic that I showed up...that was a wonderful feeling.
All the people I have met....all the "hey...that's a Buell isn't it??"
My "new " Jezebel what a beauty...what a bike...
Miles to go before I sleep...places to see, people to meet...with all the tales to share...no other group of people I have met have been more passionate.... |
Johnnylunchbox
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 06:34 pm: |
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Thundering into Sleepy Hollow in the rain on the first Headless Horseman Run, and descending upon the Horseman Diner like a plague of bellowing wildebeests. |
2008xb12scg
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 06:41 pm: |
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All I can say is I love to ride. If it wasn't for following A buddy into an hd dealer and seeing my xb12 I would have never even thought of getting A bike. I was never interested in the harleys, and momma would kill me if I get rice. Meeting you guys online friends or the ones I've met in person is way up there. But mostly getting my arse on a bike. Thanks for that Mr. Buell! |
Josh_
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 06:54 pm: |
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Ulynut
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 07:00 pm: |
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Blake would ban me for posting mine. |
Strato9r
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 09:23 pm: |
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I didn't learn to ride on a Buell, But I DID learn to ride well on one. This whole thing sucks, and I really don't want to dump on H-D, because the two entities are so tremendously different, and the customers each company tried to attract were as different. I cant imagine why H-D dumped all that cash on Aeromacchi, sorry, MV Agusta , sounds like somebody had pictures of someone in a......... compromising position, again. |
Fung
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 09:38 pm: |
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passing 6 cars at a time, riding 35 miles of gravel road to then ride some wicked curves, with a huge smile , and all on the same bike, 1000 miles away from home and able to have my girlfriend on the back with enuf gear for 2 for a week. Nothing but good stuff! Buell is by far my favorite! |
M2statz
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 09:47 pm: |
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Homecoming last year where I met some of the best people ever! That meeting allowed for further rides and hopefully life long friends. Thanks to the great folks at Buell and Erik for being part of the experience.
And just because of this recent news DOES NOT mean that those good times have to end.
Michael |
Svh
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 09:56 pm: |
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Homecoming this year stands out in my mind. Got to Hal's early and it was fun to sit and just talk and listen to Erik. Even after being scolded for trying to help the limping man carry some equipment in. Meeting Court, Barker, No_rice, Crusty, Ourdee, RPM4x4, Steve_Mckay and many others that were just monikers on here. Great great friends that I hope to have for a long time. See you at Homecoming 2010.
Riding my bike anytime that I can. The joy of hopping on it for the first time leaving the dealership after never even riding a Uly before and knowing this was the bike for me.
The absolute joy/lust from riding the CR demo. I need one and unfortunately can't take advantage of the current fire sale but I will get one.
Mostly it is the permagrin I get every time I ride my XT. Never knew that word before a year and a month ago but it is the perfect verb for how I feel even today taking it out for a spirited ride in the 40* weather. |
Two_buells
| | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009 - 09:56 pm: |
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1996 picking up my First Buell S1. That was also the first Buell I rode.
Winning the AHDRA Mothers Day Nationals in Reading, Pa on my three week old S1 in the ET Class
96 I think, meeting Erik and Court on my first BRAG Ride though the Pocono Mtns. With 96 Buell riders. (note date, only two Buell models at the time)
96 working Buell Demos in Lake George, NY
98 meeting Scott Miller and Reg Kittrelle and being introduced to BattleTrax
working Buell events at York’s Open House for 10 years
99 York BRAG Ride with Erik as my wingman and 85 other Buell riders.
99 Working Buell Demos for a whole week at the Honda Hoot in Ashville then after demos going on a 7 hour adventure ride to the do the Dragon in the rain!
1999 and 2000 Homecomings
2001 Daytona BattleTrax Master School
Setting up and running BattleTrax events at dealers in Pa and NJ till 2005. |
Babired
| | Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2009 - 07:07 am: |
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Reading about the X1 Millenium in the Motorcycle consumer news. The seeing it on a ramp under the lights at an HD dealer. Impulse buy for me. I had 2 other bikes in the garage. The X1 took both of their places. Riding it out of the dealership making a left turn in second gear its at 60 already. The bike lives with the roar underneath you.
On the second X1 becoming a Rider's Edge instructor back in 2001.
Riding to my first Womens AMA conference in West Virginia. I took first place in Battle Trax 2002. Meeting Reg K and in 2002 I became a Battle Master for Battle Trax.
On my 3rd Buell XB9SX I rode to Athens, Georgia to attend my second AMA womens conference did my first track day on Road Atlanta on my Buell, it was hell trying to keep up with them 600's on the long straight a ways I was on their butts in the corners! Inside Pass rocked too!
The Uly was a huge growing point for me I became a Total Control Instructor on it I never thought I would touch a knee down on such a tall bike. Lee Parks was impressed I didn't do anything to the suspension to lower it. I've traveled on the bike on 3 big trips to Lee Parks Instructor school down near the georgia, florida state line, my first solo ride. To Memphis and just this year to Key Stone, Colorado. The Colorado trip was the best trip I have rode in my life so far. The story is in the Tail Section on this board. I'm glad I rode that ride before all of this happened the news would have changed to tone of the trip for sure. Now I'm talking to another Bad web guy in Arizona to stash the Uly out there so I can ride the south west on my Uly. I'm still riding them except for the first. I'm ready to create more good memories riding them in the future.
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Rubberdown
| | Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2009 - 08:02 am: |
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Thanks Erik and the folks at Buell for some great times. 
Here's just one of the MANY fine times I've had on a Buell motorcycle:
http://www.badweatherbikers.com/buell/messages/681 7/169790.html?1138026098
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S1wmike
| | Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2009 - 09:18 am: |
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Riding was the Monday and Tuesday before March Wetness VI. Monday all day riding the North Georgia Mountains and Tuesday the ride out to the Dragon and beyond on my S1W.
Then there was Yesterday when right as I was parking at the dealer to pick up my 2010 XB12R, in the fastest color Yellow. (I guess when you're Yellow you have to be fast.) There was a guy with his parents leaving through the front door and stopped by my bike to admire and take a picture of it with their son. I broke the ice with them by stating that's a great bike, then went on to inform them I just bought was was coming to pick it up. As it turned out he was a fellow Bueller who has an 03 XB Lightning. It felt like they came by the dealer to see them again and pay respect.
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Ratbuell
| | Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2009 - 09:56 am: |
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Yesterday.
Opening the garage and being stopped in my tracks by the beauty of my S2. The agressiveness of my S1W. The "come ride me" stance of her M2L. My go-anywhere Uly. Knowing what all these bikes mean.
Riding to work yesterday in 42 degree, pouring down rain on the Uly on bald D616s.
Looking down, and seeing "BUELL" on the speedometer.
That one word....it means so much more to me now.
Other important events: Meeting Erik, and Kim, and Court, and Henry, and Flick, and Frank, and Lynn, and Vern, and all the countless others I've had the pleasure of meeting and working with. Meeting all the great owners through badweb and through my job. Going to East Troy. Going to Homecoming '08 and hanging out at the hotel with everyone. All the Buellers who came to visit me, and sent their best wishes to me and to Kim, when I was in the hospital last year. Knowing that this is not just a product...it's a family.
But best of all was standing in the parking lot, talking to Erik after the autograph session at HC09. We were looking at my S2.
We just....stopped.
It was like he was seeing the bike for the first time, and he was completely smitten and totally enthralled by it.
We stood that way for probably three or four minutes.
I don't care who you are. You don't build something like that 15 years ago, and get that look on your face when you see one again...if it isn't personal to you.
It's not about motorcycles for me, not completely. It's about some of the best people I've ever had the pleasure of associating with. The motorcycles are amazing, and they're gorgeous, and they're capable...but they're just the common ground for all these wonderful people. |
Trackdad
| | Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2009 - 11:31 am: |
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In 2003 seeing my sons smile when he passed his MC license test on his new XB9 Lightning! Will never forget that! |
Etennuly
| | Posted on Monday, October 19, 2009 - 12:26 am: |
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A full and correct response to this would fill a book! I have been a Bueller for five years this November. I am afraid to list the people I have met and had a great time with, I would be terribly put out if I missed even one of you. I will mention a few special things that cannot be left on the table.
Meeting my Uly riding buddy and now good friend, Orangeulius and our mutual friend Gotj. We just did a 150 mile "hug the Buell" ride in the cold today, it was great as always.
There is this guy I met at MBIII, or was it MBIV? Mark, the Wolfridgerider. Man offers to meet on the way up and share a room at the 24th Homecoming. I sign up. Great trip, great event, met and rode with more great people, having Court be our "taxi" to and from Bads1's bar even.
We had more fun than necessary at Road America. With a little help in that off camber corner on the go-kart track, we bit it big time! He and I got the special hospital tour, not offered to everybody, unless they find their own way to sign up. Broken body parts and patches we head off to the drug store and then sixty miles back to the motel. We were concerned we might be removed from the premises for all the moaning and groaning coming from our room, or even more so from the fellow riders(Jimduncan69 and USUly) laughing at our conditions. A while after riding 750 miles home with six broken ribs and two sprained ankles he invites me to the West Virginia Buell Rally. So I go. Awesome event, great food good time, more great people. Then Mark calls me a few days before Daytona this year, "Ya wanna go?". Somehow I could not stop my response....."Hell yeah!". Another great trip, speeding and all. Then off to WVBRIII this summer.....I got to stop now, this could go on for days, there are just so many great stories that if properly told, need to be on paper for proper bathroom reading where one would have the time to read it all.
Thanks guys for coming to my 'lay-over party' for Buelltoberfest. I really enjoyed it, and hope it can happen again next year. And the parts that I have had the pleasure of helping some of you get to the colors you wanted.....it made work fun again. And Neil, for wrecking that new SCG just so the aromatic power of Ben-Gay could find its new home in the back of my brain! Then there is Brad, the most dedicated Buell sales guy ever, who loves to smoke IL4's like a Bass after an unsuspecting worm. He and I riding with Jeremy and those melt the back of your helmet HID's. And these damn campfires that go on way into the mornings. My daughter, grand daughter and son spending hours with Erik at a HD event in the Buell test ride sign up tables as volunteers. I could go on for hours and never even mention much of riding! Damn Buells anyway!
The orating on this BadWeB.....verbal humor filled sparing with a great bunch of folks from around the world! The giving nature of those here from hot-rod show tickets from Toona, and Crusty sending shirts, and making that wonderful "Bazootie" that we all now benefit from, Ken sending me a cable for tuning, shared Buell schwag, and beers, and mason jars, and food, and caring. And I don't think it is any where near done! I was just going to mention a few things.....there are so many more.....must stop..... |
Lemonchili_x1
| | Posted on Monday, October 19, 2009 - 06:44 am: |
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Buell memories so far... Grins, laughs, new friends, love, noise, puzzled looks, dreams, adventures... and many more to come 
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Boliver
| | Posted on Monday, October 19, 2009 - 06:57 am: |
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My most memorable moment was the day I took custody....Thanks Buell |
Hangontight
| | Posted on Monday, October 19, 2009 - 08:48 am: |
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low siding my Uly at 60mph and walking away without a scratch....that was awesome. |
Steve_mackay
| | Posted on Monday, October 19, 2009 - 08:51 am: |
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At the Boiler Room, right after building my "ulybolt". The look on Erik's face when he saw me and asked, "is it here?" was priceless.
Bud at Hals had told him what I was doing, so he was anxious to see it. Looking over the bike, and giving me an "addaboy" was a moment I'll never forget. |
Blublak
| | Posted on Monday, October 19, 2009 - 11:36 am: |
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RE-POSTed from June of '05 -
Ok.. Just after posting pics of my Blue and Black Buell Firebolt.. I headed out onto some roads and had a little fun.
Somewhere in there I ended up with a guy on a Hyabusa foolin' with me. On the highway he would rocket past me, then slow to check me out a little more.. It was annoying, but I knew that on the super slab there was no way I could play with him. Maybe I should have tried, but I didn't. Finally he got tired of me and ran away over the hills and I lost sight of him.
After a little while, before heading into the deep woods twisties in the foot hills of the Shenandoah I stopped for fuel. As I was finishing filling the tank, in pulled the 'Busa.
He and I chatted a little. Why would I pay all that money for something with nowhere near enough power? Was I satisfied with something that would never run with the big dogs? (ok, he was pissing me off). I defended my ride and my pride a little but obviously not to his satisfaction. Once I got underway again, I saw him coming up behind me again. He was riding my tail section like he was getting ready to pass, but then he didn't.. Now I'd watched him a little on the highway, he was one of those straight, almost rigid kind of riders.. I don't think he was up to the bike he had..(I am a pretty relaxed rider normally and don't push it near as hard as a lot of you guys.. but sometimes..) Once I'd entered the real twisted sections of road, I let loose. Winding up the revs and pulling the slipping off the seat to guide the 'Bolt through the various curves. I just let the bike run up, easily running somewhere above that 100% of legal posted limit. Finally I got to an intersection and was forced to stop. I looked over my shoulder and could barely see where this guy had gotten too . I made the turn and threw myself up the mountain, the over and down the other side. I'd gotten into maintaining that nice 6000rpm in 4th gear run then decided as the road evened out, I pumped it up too 5th and of course kept the revs up there.. hehehehe.. God I love this bike...
A short while later, I'd pulled into the town at the end of the road, stopped at a gas station, gotten relaxed and was drinking a soda when the 'Busa came screaming into town. He slowed when he saw me, looked over then road on past as though I didn't exist..
Sometimes, it's good to be different.. Sometimes, it's nicer not to have to say anything.. Who cares what others think about my bike.. I know.. it knows.. and now..
That guy on the Suzuki.. well, he knows too...
Life is good like that. |
Cityxslicker
| | Posted on Monday, October 19, 2009 - 10:47 pm: |
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Last year in Wenatchee, when I decided to follow a local DRZ rider out into the sticks......
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Jlnance
| | Posted on Saturday, October 24, 2009 - 11:21 am: |
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I wrote the following about a year ago, intending it for another thread. I decided not to post it at the time, as it seemed kind of indiscreet. Now seems like a good time. I want the people in East Troy to know that they have sent me on an adventure.
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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, The tale of a fateful trip...
It seemed like a simple idea. The summer found me single. What better way to spend it than take a week off work and visit several women I knew scattered across the Midwest. They weren't exactly close by, or close to each other, but I enjoyed killing miles on the Uly.
Packing for the trip was a challenge. I was giving rides on this trip, which meant that one of my side cases was required for carrying a helmet. It also meant that I couldn't use the pillion area of the seat for storage. This left a single side case to hold all the clothes and gear for the week. Ultimately I decided to leave most of the gear at home, taking only a single summer weight mesh jacket which did not require packing since I was wearing it.
I began my journey with a modest ride, 90 miles to Greensboro, where I was having dinner with a friend. She greeted me warmly, and after wards we went out for Mexican food. After dinner, we went back to her apartment, where she gave me dessert and sent me on my way. It was quite an enjoyable evening.
I left Greensboro, headed for Asheville, to spend the night at my mothers house. It's only another 160 miles, which would have been an easy trip if the rain hadn't started. It poured. It poured so hard the traffic on I-40 slowed down to about 20 mph. Trucks would pass and throw sheets of water over the bike. I of course was wearing the only gear I had, a mesh jacket. I arrived at Mom's around 10:00 PM, soaking wet and freezing cold. I had to pour the water out of my boots. I slept well that night.
The next day began at 5:00 am. I rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, and departed Asheville in the dark. I added almost 100 miles before the sun started rising around Knoxville, TN. I stopped for breakfast then continued my journey, going through Lexington, Louisville, and Indianapolis, yet still a couple hundred miles from my destination. The weather was much cooler than I had anticipated, not really something my jacket was appropriate for. I shivered a lot.
Finally, after 13 hours and 700 miles of riding, I arrived at my friends house. Having entered the Central Time Zone took a virtual hour from my trip, and I beat her home from work. The house was unlocked, and I was glad to have the chance to sleep while I awaited her arrival.
She arrived about 45 minutes later, warmly welcoming me to her home. Then she tucked me into bed and whispered "you sleep while I make dinner." OH YEA! I slept the sleep of the dead. When I woke up she had made me STEAK, accompanied by a fantastic salad. Yes, she can cook too! After dinner we sat in her hot tub for a while, which was a wonderful way to undo 700 miles of chilly riding. After wards she again expressed her gratitude for the visit. I was exhausted, I slept like a baby that night. In the morning she let me know that she was going to miss me, then fixed me breakfast and sent me on my way.
That days journey was a bit shorter, only 500 miles. The weather was still cold, and it was overcast. I made it to Center Point, IA around noon, and decided to stop in and say hello to Dave S. He pointed me to some lunch, which was excellent. After wards, I continued my journey to Minneapolis. It's interesting how the terrain changes as you enter Minnesota. Unlike Iowa, it actually has quite a few trees, more lakes, and much less corn. The weather also improved. The sky was blue and the cold was gone. Nice.
About an hour out, I checked my phone and had a voice mail from the friend I was going to visit. Illustrating just how well she takes care of me, it said "I've checked into the motel, the room number is 124. I double parked my car to save you a spot to park your bike. You'll be able to see it from the window. It's an HHR and here is the license number."
A little while later I arrived at the motel. I found her car and parked beside it. Before I had the bags off she was in the parking lot. She took me inside and made sure I was properly welcomed to Minnesota. Later I took her to dinner. Over the meal, I inquired as to what she might want to do later that evening. She simply responded "don't worry about me, I like everything." I think she was serious too. I've got a vivid imagination, and I never thought of anything that she wasn't enthusiastic about pursuing. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My immediate concern was that I was dead tired, and I needed to rest before everything happened. I suggested that we go for a walk after dinner, and she took me to a beautiful lake with a walking trail. That afforded me just enough extra energy to be able to pull off a little bit of everything later that night. I slept like a dead man.
In the morning she was still glad to see me. Then we ate breakfast. We had a project for the day. She was riding with me in a diabetes fund raising ride that afternoon. She hadn't been on a motorcycle in 20 years. Was scared to death of them. So I spent the morning teaching her how to be a passenger. She did great. We rode out and got some pizza for lunch, then headed over to the staging area for the ride. I started over to register us, but she stopped me. She had already preregistered and paid for both of us. We rode in the parade, which was great fun. It's huge with thousands of bikes going through Minneapolis and St. Paul. People line the route and wave. It makes you feel important.
We went out to dinner then back to the motel. She proceeded to demonstrate that she was serious about her everything comment. She wore me completely out, I literally could not move.
In the morning I could just barley move, but enough to get out of bed where it was safe. We had breakfast and I went to pay the hotel bill. She stopped me, "It's already been paid." She takes good care of me.
I left Minneapolis that morning headed south back into Iowa. A sobering realization hits me. There is girl waiting for me down there. She does not want to hear excuses about how tired I am. It gets better. She is a preacher's daughter. All the things you've heard about preachers daughters... Well, they are true.
I arrived at her house a few hours later. She took me inside to welcome me. YES YES IT STILL WORKS!!! I'm so happy and relieved.
Then begins the next chapter of our odyssey. She gets on the bike and we travel about 100 miles to have dinner with her family. Yes, I got to have dinner with the preacher who's daughter I was hauling south for a weekend of debauchery. It went better than you might expect. After dinner we got back on the bike and started heading for St. Louis. The sky opened up. It poured rain. The lightning was spectacular. Iowa is nothing but corn fields, so the lightning is visible for miles. It's cool to ride a motorcycle through. Very cool actually since neither of us had rain gear on. Eventually the rain stopped. We almost made it to the state line when we decided to stop. Found a room in Mt. Pleasant, IA. I peel my cold, tired, wet self off the bike. We go inside, we get in bed. THERE AIN'T NO WAY. She was quit happy with that too. We both slept like babies. |
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