| Author | Message | |||
     Captpete |
Finally... a little piece that's Buell-related. In the evenings when I get home from the boat, my old body's dog tired, but not my mind. I've worn out all my DVD's, and needed some sort of creative ativity, so decided to learn how to build a web site. The link below is to the copy of one of those pages. The web site is a recount of my experiences during this, my last big fishing effort, and this page is from a series describing how I found and acquired the little •••• pot fishing boat out here. A lot of times, when I sit down at the keyboard, I never really know where I'm headed, and I just let it go the direction it chooses. This time, much to my surprise, it ended up being about a ride on the S1W, which really had very little to do with the topic at hand. But, sometimes when you write, you find that you're just the vehicle, and the drivel seems to come from someplace in your head that you're not in control of. Keep in mind that this is an excerpt from a larger story, and was not written for Buell enthousiests. But it was written by a Buell enthousiest. I hope that you, my most critical critics (pizza pizza) of this page, will approve.
Capt. Pete | |||
| Rocketman |
As you know Pete, been there done that. As they say in any death, time is a great healer. Well it certainly is. I feel a resurrection coming on this winter. A God of Thunder is about to ride again. Be safe my ole mate  Rocket | |||
| Captpete |
Good on ya, mate! |
S1W