helicopterjim R.I.P.

A Good Irish Story......God Bless the Irish!!! A woman came home early and found her husband in their bedroom making love to a very attractive young woman. and was VERY upset. You are a disrespectful pig!" she cried. "How dare you do this to me - a faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving you. I want a divorce straight away!" And Paddy (for it was he) replied: "Hang on just a minute luv, so at least I can tell you what happened." Fine, go ahead", she sobbed, "but they'll be the last words you'll say to me!" And Paddy began: Well, I was getting into the car to drive home and this young lady here asked me for a lift. She looked so down and out and defenseless that I took pity on her and let her into the car. I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed and very dirty. She told me that she hadn't eaten for three days! So, in my compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night, the ones you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll put on more weight. The poor thing devoured them in moments. Since she needed a good clean-up I suggested a shower and while she was doing that I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes so I threw them away. Then, as she needed clothes, I gave her the designer jeans that you have had for a few years, but don't wear because you say they are too tight. I also gave her the underwear that was your anniversary present,which you don't wear because I don't have good taste. I found the sexy blouse my sister gave you for Christmas that you don't wear just to annoy her and I also donated those boots you bought at the expensive boutique but don't wear because someone at work has a pair like them..." Here Paddy took a quick breath and continued: "She was so grateful for my understanding and help and as I walked her to the door she turned to me with tears in her eyes and said, "Please.........do you have anything else that your wife doesn't use?

I second that motion. I havn't been everywhere in Mexico but I have worked there for about 5 monthes total in several parts of the country and I never felt in danger (except in Juarez and that is a world separate from Mexico). The people I met were genuinely friendly and curious as to why I was there and I made a lot of friends from government officials to the folk living in mountain villages. The children are the most spectacular part of Mexico. I would land the helicopter in a soccer field to drop off fire crews and as i was waiting it seemed that dozens of children would appear from nowhere. Within half an hour some of there family would come and it soon seemed like a picnic rather than a job. I wouldn't have missed it for anything!!

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?" "This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in." "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," he answered. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

How sad that someone can be talked out of riding for the sake of their career! Bike for sale!

I have done a little research on Remulac and i have found conflicting results. I wonder wich remulac ratchet is referring to? Remulac: Resource Management under Language and Application Control ? Remulac: A village in France? Remulac: A robot built by R. Steven Rainwater? Dr. Remulac: A listener who used to call in to Howard Sterns radio show almost every day and repeats the words ''I am Dr. Remulac, I am Dr. Remulac, I am Dr. Remulac'' over and over again. The only person who can talk to him directly is Stuttering John. If anyone else says anything to him he just repeats ''I am Dr. Remulac''. Howard was able to find out that the guy suffers from OCD(Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Now the enquiring minds just gotta know!!

Poll ending very soon. Final poll for Sexiest Italian Bike Ever to follow!!

Poll ending very soon. Final poll for Sexiest Italian Bike Ever to follow!!

Poll ending very soon. Final poll for Sexiest Italian Bike Ever to follow!!

Poll ending very soon. Final poll for Sexiest Italian Bike Ever to follow!!

In the 13th century scholars, such as Roger Bacon, tried to use reason to understand Christian ideas. The French scholar Peter Abelard argued that we should as questions. 'By doubting , we come to inquiry, and by inquiry we come to truth.' Churchmen like Bernard of Clairvaux opposed scholastics: 'the faith of the righteous believes; it does not dispute.'

I just finished checking mine to see if I could find a solution but it seems lots of help is already at hand. Interestingly, after looking at belfasts photos, my seat is properly adjusted from the factory. I have approximately 1 mm of slack in the cable and it works quite well. I suppose that most are this way but some have slipped through QC with excess slack. Good luck mznyc (I'll not try to pronounce that). Jim

Maybe it has a stuck tip-over valve on the seat causing seat suck!! With no tension on the key I suspect something has become disconnected. I don't know what you can do except start disassembling the tailpiece (if that is even possible with the seat on). I hope someone can help you. Cheers Jim

Oh great! If belfast gets loose in that bunch it could be the end of civilization as we know it! Then again just knowing belfast exists could be wearing at the very fabric of the universe. I am needing a drink now!

The PCIII will work with either one but if you download a map for the stock ECU it will not likely be appropriate for the Racing ECU so make sure you start off with a ZERO map and any changes will either require a dynomometer test session or else you can try small changes on your own with seat of the pants testing but I do not reccomend the latter. There may be some PCIII maps out there for the Racing ECU but I am not aware of any myself. Perhaps GuzziTech or some similar group have some information about this situation. Cheers Jim

How about this clamp? ... or if you are really worried try this clamp!! I hope everyone here on this forum feels free to choose whatever method they want. I am going to use some form of clamp for my filters but as I am not riding these days I am not losing any sleep over it either. Cheers Jim

I am beginning to understand the bond between Frenchbob and Serge ......

In Flanders Fields IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army .

You didn't check method 2, did you?

How to bath a cat 1. Thoroughly clean the toilet. 2. Add the required amount of shampoo to the toilet water, and have both lids lifted. 3. Obtain the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom. 4. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids (you may need to stand on the lid so that he cannot escape). CAUTION: Do not get any part of your body too close to the edge, as his paws will be reaching out for any purchase they can find. 5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power wash and rinse" which I have found to be quite effective. 6. Have someone open the door to the outside and ensure that there are no people between the toilet and the outside door. 7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids. 8. The now-clean cat will rocket out of the toilet, and run outside where he will dry himself. Sincerely, The DOG

Thinking *It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then - just to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time. That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's. I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the offic dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?" One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking around here, you'll have to find another job." This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking ." "I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver . "You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!" "That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently. She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama. "I'm going to the library," I snarled, and stomped out the door. I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors. They didn't open. The library was closed. To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster. This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a Thinkers Anonymous meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Next week it's "Careers in Marketing." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed...easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me. Today I took the final step............I joined the Global Warming Thread.

Where do you propose to put the loktite? If you are thinking of on the threads then I myself would worry if it were my bike. I would worry using loktite anywhere on an oil filter for that matter .....

Sorry Dave. I have kept the origins of these statements unknown for now so as not to influence the poll. I hope it will be clear in a few days when I clarify the statements. Most of the comments so far have been well stated and in line with what I hoped to show everyone. Cheers Jim

Equipment carried by each Travelling Marshal Three pairs of medium latex free disposable gloves. Two Guedel oropharyngeal airways, No 3 & 4. Two Nasopharyngeal airways, No 6 & 8. One resuscitation pocket mask. One Stifneck Select cervical splint. One pair 8” Lister bandage scissors. One pair of Tufcut scissors. One scalpel blade and handle. Two No. 4 Ambulance dressings. Two 20cm x 20cm dressing pads One roll of 2.5cm Transpore tape. One roll of 7.5cm Elastoplast. One adult emergency foil blanket. Two 10cm crepe bandages. Three triangular bandages. Six sterile alcohol wipes. Plastic bag of assorted plasters with two large 10cm x 10cm Release dressings. Two sachets of Sterets Unisept (chlorhexidine) (100mls each). Two sets of scoop stretcher restraining straps (to keep the riders arms and legs in).

Perhaps we need to lockwire the clamp ....?

Don't let Ben find out there is an Aprilia V4 coming. He'll need a drool catcher!!