| Author | Message | ||
     Steveford |
You wake up having a dream about the Useless snapping a belt on Route 83 during the morning commute as your wife drives away in her car, leaving you stranded. | ||
| Tombo |
How about the recurring dream hat you need to replace the isolators again, or maybe that wasn't a dream at all, maybe I do have to replace them again. | ||
| Etennuly |
I just dream about how ten years ago I could ride my Uly like the wind with no chicken strips and the occasional peg touch down as I rode over 12,000 miles a year. My 50th birthday was at 2007 Homecoming, where on that birthday we crashed Buell's demo bikes on the go cart track at Road America. My most awesome birthday. Some local roads around here have certain spots that have created a special rush. One I dream about is an on ramp where I was into a speed merge. Doing about 40 mph headed to 70, I had laid it over to near peg drag when I cracked on the throttle up the curve of the ramp. It picked the front tire about 6 inches, stayed at the steep lean angle, and accelerated through that curving on ramp to a perfect merge into traffic. More than a rush..... It is the kind of maneuver that you only can dream about. When it happens it is all feel. Every sensor in your body is on full alert. One of those things you let happen. You cannot necessarily make it happen. | ||
| Froggy |
I had a dream that my wheel bearings failed again. Oh wait, no, it happened. | ||
| Zac4mac |
Only takes about a half hour to put a belt on, on the side of the road. IF you carry a spare and tools... Z | ||
| Ratbuell |
I do. Wrapped carefully underneath the top case. And I have. Using the Buell toolkit, on the sidestand, on the shoulder of the road. I still giggle like a drunk every time I twist the throttle and rail around the twisties, on my fat-pig, big-bird-looking, bright orange, 13 year old Ulysses. | ||
| Shoggin |
 Or wheel bearings in nowhere Montana... |
