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Firemanjim
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 02:27 pm: | 
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Tripper,now you know why it's necessary to have more than one bike---preferably alot more!! |
Newfie_buell
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 02:42 pm: |
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How true is that Jim cause the
Can't possibly got the places the
CAN |
Ebear
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 03:30 pm: |
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Read the Oktoberfast Post in"Tale Section"......
Nuff Said..... |
Sleez
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 06:00 pm: |
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i want to, therefore i do! |
Steveford
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 06:13 pm: |
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My troubles disappear when the helmet goes on, that's why I ride.
Plus I get to scare all of the little birdies. |
Black_sunshine
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 06:38 pm: |
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Glitch..."motorized prosthetic" I love it!!
Nobody needs a motorcycle. We want motorcycles-some more than others. Few machines generate enough heat in a gearhead's pleasure center to turn what we want into lust. It's irrational, inexplicable and unpredictable, and we are powerless against it! |
Aesquire
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 08:13 pm: |
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I was told it has to do with MOA uptake. We have a balance of brain chemicals that makes us crave adrenaline & high potency input. If you check the hobbies in this group, you find pilots, racers, even some whacks that try ( and do! yeah! ) set land speed records.
We are not normal. Thank you Diety/Deities of your choice. |
Tom_b
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 09:01 pm: |
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Glitch's post says most of how i feel. It lets me know I'm alive. Regardless of what I'm riding, i can have fun on a 49cc moped or riding my buell at 120 mph. What assquire said about adrenaline and input is very true. |
Sandblast
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 09:05 pm: |
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Aesquire has a point- I read that there are two genes found only in some people (some have one, a few have both, most have neither). They make you crave danger/adventure. You need it, like a drug addict needs drugs, to feel okay. Bikes accelerate fast, lean when you turn 'em, look dead sexy and sound so damn mean... I tend to question the manhood of people who dont ride! Narrow minded of me I'm sure.
The article I read about the genes in is a Motorcyclist back issue, they one where Boehm goes up with the Blue Angels (they almost all have bikes too). |
Firemanjim
| | Posted on Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 11:26 pm: |
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Yeah,that's it---Abbynormal---I resemble that remark.
) gleefully plagarized from Young Frankenstein)
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Ingemar
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 06:04 am: |
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If you check the hobbies in this group, you find pilots, racers, even some whacks that try ( and do! yeah! ) set land speed records.
I pound on keyboards and move mice around on my desk ... doesn't really balance of brain chemicals that makes us me crave adrenaline & high potency input.
So friggin' boring at times ... that's why I do ~1000 pleasure miles in a month (no commuting).
I tend to question the manhood of people who dont ride!
Uh ... What about women who ride and don't grow a beard?
(Message edited by Ingemar on October 22, 2004) |
Court
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 06:19 am: |
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>>>I pound on keyboards and move mice around on my desk
Well....we have plenty of folks here who are Cake Walk and ProTools junkies as well.
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Mikej
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 08:30 am: |
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I tried walking on a cake once, made a big mess and got my shoes all dirty. |
Bomber
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 09:00 am: |
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and I'm an ametuer tool!
(though Blake may disagree ;-} )
the genetic thing is intersting, and research continues in tthat area -- I've seen studies that come down on both side of the argument -- it'll be fun to see which is right (if either)
here's another gem I found on the aerostich site -- long, but illuminating! Use it as part of your business case for buying a new scoot, or getting mc parking at work!
You and the Motorcycle
Nervous energy is your most priceless earthly asset. Save it. Accumulate it. Replenish your zip tank every day with a spin in the country on a motorcycle. Get out in the open where there is no boundary. Enlarge your horizon. Its radius is all up to you. With a motorcycle you can stick to your job till the day’s work is finished, and then in fifteen minutes put yourself out in the wide open. An hour on the road will blow the clinkers out of your lungs. See the fields once every twenty-four hours - and all day every Sunday and on vacation. A motorcycle will make this possible. You can beat it out to some heretofore distant stream, and fish for a while before breakfast - if you own a motorcycle. You can be at the ballpark, root with the bunch almost instantly after you have climbed out of your overalls or closed your roll top - if you have a motorcycle. Air spray your brain by using a motorcycle. Come down to work clean and fresh on a motorcycle, and you will attack it with a vim born of fresh air and red blood. A motorcycle gives you snap. Men with motorcycles are live wires. They do things. They are well, and they do their work well. Their competitors fear them, because they are effective, powerful, healthy chaps. And this effectiveness is operative over a wide field, because the man with the motorcycle has no mile. He lives everywhere. His zone is practically unlimited.
The horse has received half his setback into the ranks of the obsolete at the hands of the motorcycle. The first cost of a good horse exceeds that of a motorcycle, and its maintenance is decidedly higher. The horse must be fed and cared for. Give the motorcycle a bit of gasoline and a mite of oil and it is at your service for a mile or a hundred miles. The horse is slow, the motorcycle is swift. The horse has a mind of his own - you are the motorcycle’s. The horse must be shielded - it is subject to exhaustion and you feel for it, and half the pleasure of your drive is spoiled through consideration for the brute which pulls you. Not so with the motorcycle. It has no nerves, it never falters, it is as willing at the day’s end as it was in the early hours of the morning. The horse stops on the bad hills - the motorcycle eats them alive.
Gasoline is Cupid’s best friend, and the motorcycle is the little God’s choice of gasoline gigs.
The twentieth century has heard the call of the motorcycle and answered it. Even the automobile has been forced to admit that it has a real peer in its agile little contemporary.
Here is a little schedule for you - not that it is the best. It is simply given to suggest to you what can be done with a motorcycle.
Up at six thirty.
A five mile spin in the country before breakfast.
Back in twenty minutes, allowing time for dressing, etc. You have two big healthy lungs under your shirt, both full of ozone; color in your cheeks that wasn’t there yesterday, red blood in your veins, and an appetite like a horse.
Seven thirty - you are off for work with fight in your eyes - ready to meet the old world on his homeground and make him say “Uncle.” You feel fresh and clean - for there are motorcycles as clean as enclosed coupes.
Eight o’clock - you are on the job like a glutton. Let them bring on their perplexities, their trying moments. You are equal to anything, you have absorbed enough horse power to talk you over any hill that the boss can take in his big limousine. All day long you go ahead cutting and slashing.
At five o’clock you have a hundred percent day on you back track with a song in your heart. That is satisfaction. The other fellow wonders what has gotten into you. Let him wonder.
Home to dinner, on your motorcycle, then an hour or two in the wide open, and then to bed where you will sleep like a six month old child.
The next day you repeat the dose - put another dent in old Nemesis.
Now multiply this one hundred percent work day of yours by six, just to get an idea of what you can do for yourself in a week, after you have taken to the motorcycle.
Multiply this day by twenty-eight. Figure out where you will stand at the end of the month, and then multiply it by twelve. This gives you a line on your first big motorcycle year. It means success - a roll top and push buttons, if you care for those things.
The other fellow has been lost in your dust.
For the sake of your health, your chances, your balance at the bank, your tomorrow - get a motorcycle. A motorcycle will take you up on Easy Street.
*Excerpts from ‘You and the Motorcycle; Excelsior-Henderson’ circa 1914 |
Dasbuell
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 10:16 am: |
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My life = high stress.
To loosely quote my doctor "If we don't get this stress and your health leveled out... you might not make it to retirement!" We are talking less than 200 day until I am eligible to retire. Looking for a job to supplement my retirement checks and please all those people/compamies stupid enough to loan me money!
Wish me luck on all the above!!!
Buell = escape pod
I gotta ride... doctor's orders!!! |
Ted
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 01:25 pm: |
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That would be a premo health plan that would cover a Buell as a RX for stress relief ! |
Jlnance
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 01:33 pm: |
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My wife is pissed at me. I get to work today and remember we are having a health fair. I go and they take my blood pressure. "Mr. Nance, this is a little high. Are you under any stress?"
I get back to my office and think of my bike sitting in the parking lot. I remember this place a long way away at the end of a twisty road where I can eat lunch. Life is good. |
Iamike
| | Posted on Friday, October 22, 2004 - 09:46 pm: |
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Jim,
I've been running borderline high blood pressure for a couple of years (high stress job). While on my trip to Phoenix last month I stop by a health kiosk and have my pressure taken. It was way down in the normal range.
I called home and told my wife that I'm going to retire and ride around the country for awhile. She wasn't amused. |
Xbduck
| | Posted on Saturday, October 23, 2004 - 01:17 am: |
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I started riding a year ago. Since then I have put over 6,000 miles on 3 different bikes. My first bike had over 1,000 miles in less than a month. Riding has brought something into my life that I have a hard time explaining to others.
As for the sanity thing, well, I have never been accused of being sane. So, after saying that, I would have to say there must be some truth to the genetics part.
Many where I work now believe that I have totally lost my mind. So far this spring and summer I have driven a car to work, twice. One of the times was because of a hurricane I was hoping would take my fully covered car down river never to be seen again. O.K., this is probably not the best way to finance the purchase of another bike, but can you blame me for trying?
Something that always makes me chuckle is when my co-workers tell me how cold it is riding my bike. So far there has been only one other co-worker to ride a bike to work in the last year. It's funny how those who never do, know all the answers. As for riding in the rain, it seems I am the driest person through the door at work. Funny how they know so much. |
Mbsween
| | Posted on Saturday, October 23, 2004 - 01:54 am: |
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Oz,
Anybody stupid enough to ride in Buffalo is crazy!
Of course we have so much better weather here in Rochester (for those of you who don't know OZ and I live 90 miles apart and generally share the same crappy weather).
So are those of us in the northern states further up (down?) the insanity curve than the rest?
We get to ride in that white stuff, we get more rain than most and we get to experience things like frozen faceshields, frozen fingers etc etc... |
Firebolt020283
| | Posted on Saturday, October 23, 2004 - 02:38 am: |
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get more rain than most
Most what northern states? Cuz it rains all the time in Louisiana and florida and many other southern gulf coast states. |
Captainkirk
| | Posted on Sunday, October 24, 2004 - 01:43 am: |
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Oz rode a BUFFALO???!!!!! |
Mr_grumpy
| | Posted on Sunday, October 24, 2004 - 10:19 am: |
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Nah, he rode a BISON.
You do know the difference don't you?  |
Crusty
| | Posted on Sunday, October 24, 2004 - 11:18 am: |
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A Bison has a pull shock? |
Captainkirk
| | Posted on Sunday, October 24, 2004 - 10:34 pm: |
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...But did the bison have a Drummer? |
Mbsween
| | Posted on Sunday, October 24, 2004 - 11:22 pm: |
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Donald,
I checked your profile, a veteran, cool. I was stationed at Ft Hood (with a Jap bike) in 1983! Nice pic in the (now closed) "who else a veteran thread"
Dammit, I'm wrong and you are correct, well technically the list starts in Alaska, so Northern states win (lose?), then Hawaii. Here's some data on the average annual precipitation (inches) by city (I'm not sure they're counting snow) The data came from here
Looks like Rochester is a better riding town than Buffalo!
| YAKUTAT | AK | 151.25 | | HILO | HI | 129.19 | | TALLAHASSEE | FL | 65.71 | | PENSACOLA | FL | 62.25 | | NEW ORLEANS | LA | 61.88 | | BATON ROUGE | LA | 60.89 | | MIAMI | FL | 55.91 | | FORT MYERS | FL | 53.37 | | GAINESVILLE | FL | 51.81 | | JACKSONVILLE | FL | 51.32 | | DAYTONA BEACH | FL | 47.89 | | KEY WEST | FL | 39.59 | | SYRACUSE | NY | 38.93 | | BUFFALO | NY | 38.58 | | ROCHESTER | NY | 31.96 |
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Evil_twin
| | Posted on Monday, October 25, 2004 - 02:42 am: |
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Everyone has their own reasons. The trick is realizing why you do it. I think someone already said it for me though....
Mobile Pyschotherapy.
Crackin' that throttle puts the evil demons and voices at bay and allows me to be a much nicer person. I am completely and utterly wise to this. They don't argue with me, they are afraid of the sound of the exhaust. But, I don't threaten them either. I stick true to my word. They start acting up and I start twisting the go-stick. A few minutes into it, and I can't even remember what they were fussing about. Bliss.
Sorry, I have problems.
Rich  |
Firebolt020283
| | Posted on Monday, October 25, 2004 - 07:31 am: |
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wow mbsween were you that bored to go find out who really got more rain. oh well though, but whats really interesting is that you were at ft hood the year i was born (which makes me fell really young). well cool information any how |
Mbsween
| | Posted on Monday, October 25, 2004 - 07:33 am: |
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Don,
I get bored easily. I injured both ankles running, so no riding. Gotta have something to do.
Hey do you know if Temple Suzuki still exists?
Matt |
Firebolt020283
| | Posted on Monday, October 25, 2004 - 07:41 am: |
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ouch hope you get better so you can ride soon. Im not sure about temple suzuki though i dont go to temple much. |
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