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[revmaaatin]

List, Forgive me. I failed to mention--I had another KLR spill yesterday--what is going on! Of course, there were people looking right at me--nothing like having a witness to destroy the chance of deny-a-bility. And the most amazing thing of all, I wasn't even on the bike!!!! I was walking across the church asphalt parking lot in Aberdeen, SD--and day dreaming about riding my KLR. I stepped on a stone, twisted my ankle and went down in a heap like I had been shot! No wonder bull riders look dazed when they get bucked off--wondering, "What the heck happened?" That is what I was thinking, "What happpened?" I was wearing ATGATT: or at least the right costume for the occasion. I was dressed in a denim 'spring parka' with Coyote lined hood, Wrangle jeans and snap button shirt, book satchel over one shoulder, and my best cowboy hat, you know the kind, the only one you dare wear if you want your wife to go to town with you. The dust is only 3/16 inch deep on this one. Yet I digress. The witnesses (yes, there were more than one) were kind, they quickly came to my aid-- "Do we need to call somebody?" "Here let me help you up [old man]." I felt pretty much embarrassed. "Have you lost your balance like this before? Are you dizzy?" "If you die, can I have your hat?" sigh. How quickly the vultures circle a dying man. I kept quiet about daydreaming--riding a KLR is not something anyone of them would understand. Just to make the story theological--I found myself thinking, "Don't want to cast my pearls before the swine--those non-KLR riding folks-- don't tell them a thing..." Even if you are daydreaming about riding the big green pig. Boy, did it hurt like crazy. Still does. I did have the presence of mind to roll in the direction of fall. At least I think the roll was intentional. smile. You even have to be careful about where you are riding your KLR, even in your daydreams. Yes, I was having a 'fantasy' while walking--BUT, it is not lust if it is your KLR. smile. And when taken in context, the whole episode lasted more than the proverbial 8 secs, but, all was not lost. I didn't let my hat touch the ground. revmaaatin.

[Bob Monahan]

Rev, But did you smile and wave to let everyone know that you were OK and that the big bad stone didn't really hurt you (very much) and that you would gladly ride (step on) it again when you were well enough? $bob$ Yes, I was having a 'fantasy' while walking--BUT, it is not lust if it is your KLR. smile. And when taken in context, the whole episode lasted more than the proverbial 8 secs, but, all was not lost. I didn't let my hat touch the ground. revmaaatin. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Jeff Saline]

On Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:21:22 -0000 "Randy" writes:

> Motorcycles and the lack of a ton of money do not make a good > combination...Ha!

<><><><><><><><><> <><><><><><><><><> Yes, but... Motorcycle (singular) and the lack of much money is how many of us got to where we are today. : ) My first bike was a Suzuki TS185. I bought it new in 1974 for $995. I didn't know how to ride until I owned the bike and rode it off the lot. My Dad had to sign the paperwork as I wasn't old enough to legally own the bike for almost another year. I was so lacking in money that I used bathtub caulk to fill in the gaps of the rear cush drive rubbers every 2,000 miles or so. Inner tubes were patched and reused, repeatedly. I used the chain until it was slipping around the rear sprocket as I'd run out of adjustment it was so stretched. About the only thing I could really afford to add to the bike that was new was fuel and oil. I'm in a better place financially now but I don't have more fun than I did riding in 1974 and 1975. I still miss that bike. Best, Jeff Saline ABC # 4412 South Dakota Airmarshal Airheads Beemer Club www.airheads.org The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650, 79 R100RT