Friday, April 28, 2006
I knew right away what had happened. He broke loose in some loose gravel and then the bike hooked up. When it caught pavement the front came up and over. Down he went rolling like a tumble weed. For not having a helmet or any protective gear one he was really lucky. No broken bones just some major road rash. http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i85/bikevision/bubscrash2.jpg
the worst part was he had just got the bike back form a guy who was going to buy it. Guess he should of. I made him an offer of $500 and if nobody makes a higher offer its mine Wednesday. http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i85/bikevision/bubscrash3.jpg
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Its not often that we get together so when we do we like to have a good time. From left to right is me, Bernie (my dad), Sue (my step-mom), Shawn aka. She-Shawn (sister in-law, [he-Shawn's wife]), Shawn aka. He-Shawn(step-brother). Josh (step-brother) was supposed to be there but pussed out. We had some great food and a lot of beer. He-Shawn suggested some kind of tequila that's like $50 a fifth. We did 4 or 5 shots each before the night was over. After we left the bar we went to joshes house to mess with him and try to get him to drink a beer but he pussed out again. Said he drank too much the night before. We ended the night and went back to The Shawn's house were Dad and Sue went home and I crashed on Shawns couch.
it was a fun night that must be done again. Maybe next time we'll get some more people to join in and have an even better time.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Questions is all I have, no answers and no idea when I will have them. I have found though that other members are going through the same withdrawal symtoms as I am. I now have all this time that I usually fill with reading the latest post, and now I have nothing to do. What else is there to do on the net. Are there other places a lone vision owner can go to fill the void. Well I guess I will soon find out.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
i finally got around to checking the bolts in the starter cluths on the vision. all three had worked themselfs loose. the clutch body is cracked and the cover slid around and the bolt holes are wobbled out. i may be able to reuse the flywheel but the clutch is gone. looks like ill be pulling the one out of the spare engine.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
WHAT'S ALL THE FUSS? "Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania? Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?
And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet? Well, I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.
I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia.
I'll care when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi tells the world he is sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling, slashed throat.
I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques.
I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs.
I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights.
In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care.
When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college hazing incident, rest assured that I don't care.
When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank that I don't care.
When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that I don't care.
And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled "Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn, and, well, ---- you got it, I DON'T CARE!
If you agree with this view point, pass this on to all your e-mail friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great country.
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