badmotogoozer

pssssttt, Ben... you might want to stop using the word "fancy" so much... or you could just post more in the Tenni section. nancy boy. Rj

That's a fine gut he's got goin' - TX would be proud! Screen's looking good too Jaap!! Rj

I always thought the world's fastest Indian was the one running away from the work crew... Munro'd never catch him. Rj

Happy 40th Jaap! I'm gonna get and tonight just for you. cheers, Ryan

Sat. British Italian said that the new Guzzi's wil be here July. They are also becoming an Aprillia dealer. they should arrive same time. Ryan

I'll tell ya right now - if I link to a porn site I will likely get stuck there and never come back. This might appeal to some listers tho'... Rj

How cute! What does your husband think of it? Rj

That really sucks Rick. Hope you recover to normal again. I'm still waiting for medical plastics to get to the point where they can replace my shattered knee cap from a crash several years ago... This brings up a good point though. When my bike fell over in my workshop, gas was gushing out the absent tip over valve. When I pulled my back trying to lift the Guzzi both bikes and myself were now lying onthe floor in a puddle of gas with me freaking about losing everything I have in a fire if it ignited. While lying on the floor it occurred to me that if I ever went down the bike would quite likely burn... So how do we solve both the tank suck problem AND still not be left with a burnt mess after a minor slide??? Rj

The ladies certainly do... Rj

When I was kid my father raised Turkeys. We had one Tom who was very protective of his ladies. Every day after school it was the same routine. I'd open the pen and go in with a pail of water and a pail of feed. Tom would come flying at me with great fury... and I'd boot him in the chest good and hard. Enough so he'd go ass over tea kettle before squaking off to hide. Every day the exact same thing. Then one day his little pea brain came to the realization that I just might kick him in the chest again. That was the day he died. Instead of going ass over tea kettle, he tried to peck me in the foot as I kicked him - driving his head into his chest, killing him instantly. It wasn't easy telling my father I had just killed his only breeding Tom! He wasn't even good eating... Rj

Mindless? hardly Rj

Ohlins. Rj

What Norton? Rj

Nortonelli. Rj

This reminds me... It's time I took my annual trip over to visit my neighbor. I've been trying to talk him out of his UniMog for years... Rj

That's my kind of kitty! Rj

You are not yet forgiven. Please continue making reparations until instructed to stop. Rj

I refuse to acknowledge that there is another thread. Rj

Global Worming? HA! A myth! There is no, I repeat, no Global Worming. Jaworowski's studies on the matter are quite clear on the subject, and since he agrees with ME this can now be considered the Absolute Truth. Any arguments to the contrary can be expected to be either: a) ignored ridiculed c) some combination of the above I will now sit smugly at my computer while its monitor glow creates a halo around my incredibly gigantic and smart head. You mere mortals and buffoons can resume whatever insignificant activity you please. Rj

Good luck to you! I just went through this shit for an accident I had in 1999. Six bloody years of litigation from a nothing, no impact accident that left 4 people unable to work for the remainder of their lives (or so they claimed). Initially they wanted $200,000 each. They waited as long as law allowed to file papers etc., hoping I would move away or something and they would win automatically. They kept trying to settle with the insurance company, and the amount they asked for kept dropping... and dropping... extension after extension for six years. Six years of taking time off work, showing up in court, and having it all postponed for some stupid reason or another. Eventually they dropped down to $10K each so it could go to small claims court. My lawyer (provided by the insurer) was useless. I ended up taking a ton of photos of the accident site, drawing up the intersection and doing all the prep. In court the judge listened to both sides, reversed liability for the accident to the other driver and I walked away in five minutes. It was a pain. I had to do whatever my lawyer and the insurer wanted and be available for court even if I moved or I would be liable for whatever they settled for. You might want to consult with a lawyer who will look after YOUR interests in the matter, not just the insurance company's. There is an old joke: The only living things at the bottom of the ocean are sharks, lawyers, and politicians. I don't think that's true... sharks would never hang out with lawyers and politicians. nothing personal Bill... I've just never had any good dealings with lawyers. or politicians. Rj

Me happy! Yesterday we managed to drill and pin the crack in the master cylinder. I feel much better now that there is a permanent piece of baling wire holding bits of the goose together. Looking forward to the day when I tell a prospective buyer that if he can find the baling wire I'll knock $500 off the price. I found a place that has plain levers for $20 so I'll get one of those until the really cool Pazzo's are available - me likey! cheers! Rj

I've been super busy lately between "end of semester marking etc" and trying to get the bikes operational again after they decided to have a little lie down together in the shop. My machinist thinks the brake master cylinder is quite repairable. Once I got it off the bike it is only cracked where the switch ball bearing sits. We're going to try to drill it and pin it. Structurally it shouldn't be a problem. Gord out at Valley has a new master but I'm having a hard time getting out there. If we can't fix this one to my satisfaction I'll pick it up. If we can fix it I'll still need a new lever. DeBen has spoken of CRG levers -pic? which one fits a 2001 V11? Are there any other trick adjustable levers out there? cheers, Ryan

It's all relative. Some people like to go out to the symphony, some like to stay home and listen to the sounds of their own farts. Rj

yup. Only two types of women wear red shoes. And she ain't no spanish dancer. Rj

It's the cheap mac 'n' cheese that allows me to spend $ on the farkles. Rj