[xr650r] merry christmas

[Sam]

I was just told about the death of someone who puts on a KLR Tech day in San Diego, California. Supposedly this person was killed while riding his KLR and was hit by a Woman driving a Suburban. I have no names and I am NOT!!! stating this as fact. Infact I have no details about this at all. I am looking for FACTS to confirm or FACTS to put this rumor to rest. Does someone have the FACTS??????? Sam Jones

[Bill Watson]

Sam, could this be about our loss of KLRCary, the cylinder head specialist and big-bore kit supplier for the KLR (685 and 705 kits)? He was involved in a fatal accident a few months ago. He was based in Decatur, Indiana. Cary will be missed, he was one of the KLR group icons. Bill Watson Phoenix, AZ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[art art]

Mike / Buddy have you heard anything about this? [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Eric Foster]

It's easy Santa........ Just say you're having troubles and ask for a socialist blood contract...err... handout... err.... bailout..... err bridge loan! Merry Christmas all! E Russell Scott wrote:

> > A Politically Correct Christmas > > 'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck... > How to live in a world that's politically correct? > His workers no longer would answer to "Elves". > "Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. > And labour conditions at the North Pole > were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. > > Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, > Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. > And equal employment had made it quite clear > That Santa had better not use just reindeer. > So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid > Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! > > The runners had been removed from his sleigh; > The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. > And people had started to call for the cops > When they heard sled noises on their rooftops. > Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. > His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." > > And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, > Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose > And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation, > Demanding millions in over-due compensation. > So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, > Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, > > Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, > Demanding from now on her title was Ms. > And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion > That making a choice could cause so much commotion. > Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, > Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. > > Nothing that might be construed to pollute. > Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot. > Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise. > Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys. > Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. > Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic. > > No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. > Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. > And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, > Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. > For they raised the hackles of those psychological > Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. > > No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; > Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. > Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be pass ; > And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. > So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed; > He just could not figure out what to do next. > > He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, > But you've got to be careful with that word today. > His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; > Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. > Something special was needed, a gift that he might > Give to all without angering the left or the right. > > A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, > Each group of people, every religion; > Every ethnicity, every hue, > Everyone, everywhere...even you. > So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth... > May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth. > > > The Midnight Hour > > The Virgin Mother kneels upon the floor > And holds her baby in her arm, > Her heart is gladder than her lips can say, > To keep her new born baby snug and warm, > A babe more sweet and fair and dear > Than any rose bud in the bright sunshine, > Whose little eyes look straight into her own, > O, blessed maid, God's son is also thine. > Twas holy midnight, when He came to earth: > As pours a sun ray through a limpid glass, > Not leaving any mark upon its face; > A drop of dew upon the fresh green grass, > A little star that fell upon her lap, > A cooing babe, that seeks her virgin breast. > The hopes of all the sin-cursed world > Upon this baby's eyelids rest. > And ever since the midnight hour is holy, > And millions of human hearts are stirred > To wonderment and love for Him who came, > To save the world, God's own incarnate Word. > He came in darkness, He who was The Light, > His godhead shone from clear blue baby eyes, > The curse of earth's first sin was lifted then, > That midnight hour reopened paradise. > > Merry Christmas and Best Wishes > > The Scott Family >

-- "If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you,and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen." Samuel Adams, 1776