Marcarl

I'm not going there!!

Sure is a nice looking scoot, can't blame him for holding onto the asking price, not that I would dish out that much for an 83 standard with no bling and a 2nd gear issue waiting to show up. I would think more like $1500 usd would be settleable.

Lookin real good!! carry on Mcduff! enjoy while you can.

ALERT!!! ALERT!!! ALERT!!! TO ALL CAMPERS!!! at the WNY rally. It seems that there is a threat to your well-being if you are camping. Not a real serious one, but one to be on the lookout for none-the-less. A bug has been noticed to be on the loose in the camp ground area and infestation is quite likely. This bug has not been known to propagate rapidly or even at all, but that has not deterred the efforts of it's attempting to worm it's way into your secluded area, namely your camper. Be advised that before entering your place of sequesterization you do an all around check for any intruders. Identification of the louse will not be hard and it should not be hard to dispose of it either. Check with Rockin Robin for the best methods to use, as she has much experience ridding her haunt of bugs much, much bigger than the one just discovered. One telltale sign of the subsistence of this infestation would be a green bottle with DEATH markings on it and possible a loud noise that might be assumed to be that of snoring. Big Tom also has some experience in dealing with such an affliction, so he might be a resource for information as well, although I am told that he has not been very effective with his methodologies, seeing as for him it has been re-occurring on a regular basis. If all else fails: Call the Pest Control, Bum's phone number is listed.

OK Jonas, what have you got to say in defense of yourself? As for me, I was really only mentioned once and I can take a little, but the paragraph previous seems to be all about you. Stand up for yourself boy! or the world is going to crash!!

Is that what does it?? then bring them on.......... here all along I thought it was the toilette seat.

Just to be informed: when releasing the brake handle the MC does not bring the pads back, all you are doing is releasing the pressure on the pads so that they no longer bind on the rotor. They will continue to contact the rotor to keep the rotor clean and dry. Now the continued compression of the MC is an issue, and has been answered already, and it's good to see that you are taking action in that dept.

Seems to me that you have 'upgraded'. What else have you done that you have failed to inform us about? Is this meant to be a tactical change? a change for the better? a new way of hiding from those who should know? or just a way of playing hard to get? I would think that 2 foreign emissaries being presented in a country foreign to their own, should be allowed a bit bit of diplomatic aggression in regards to their own foreignation, and not to be interfered with by a third party who has little experience in the dealings of international protocol and espionage or even in the consumption or wobbly pop or tippy heat. There is a real reason why gentlemen of great renown have moved their secret location to another place of slumber, but now that the cat is out of the bag on the location, the reason will remain on the vaults of the unknown legacy. Never will that be disclosed or even further discussed. On a further note, and trying not to be long winded as some like me to be, I would suggest that your attendance at this place of meeting, BS stories, hugging event, and low level intelligence would greatly improve your outlook on life that is here to live. Many have been those who have made the journey, many more wished that they had put it on their calendar so that they would not have forgot, and then there are those who have looked back at history in the making and said: I didn't think that this was going to be such a momentous international event, how did I manage to miss out on this fiasco. As in the words of somebody who is trying to make himself famous, really famous!: this is going to be a great event, a really great event, a truly great event.

The way I would approach this, is to take the rubber vac line that is showing with the yellow restrictor in it and attach it to the tube that is circled. That is the way my 85 was set up, might be the same for yours. Try it, and if it works then all is well.

Need to know where you two are staying, I like to be forewarned.

The Fool knows what he is talking about. He has it all put together and knows where to find the proper ingredients. Give him a bit of time and keep an eye on the weather forecast. When the time is right and it happens as planned by the Fool, (who ain't no fool) then we get to sit by the fire, drink rum or whatever, look out the window for a bit and then go snuggle under some blankets to let the world pass away. The reason for such relaxation is that if you were to attempt to enter the great outdoors you would not appreciate it a whole lot, for everything that you would expect to reveal itself to you would have been taken away. Just a short walk to the back yard to do what we don't mention, but starts with the letter P, would end you up at the neighbors house, maybe, for finding the way back to your own door would taken away from you, even your tracks would be obliterated. You would be best to tie one end of a rope to the door handle and hang on to the other so that you could return from your destination, It's also not a good time to sit outside to drink a beer, for although the beer would be cold for sure, it might not be very liquid and so you would have to design a new way to get it down the hatch. It's not often that the Fool gets it perfect, but when he does,,,,,,,,,it's something to be experienced. And that's the reason we have 4 wheel drives!!!

If it were me that had that scooter, I would pull the shock, rebuild it and seeing as I would be soooo close to the swing arm, I would take that unit out and lube it and put in some grease zerks. Then I wouldn't have to worry about anything in that department for quite a while, or at my age maybe never no more.

Just so that you are aware, your angel will only fly at posted speed limit. Just because we don't pay attention doesn't mean that the angel can't read and they are to behave themselves or they wouldn't be angels. So when you go over the speed limit,,,,, you're on your own.

So what are friends for? We help out where we can,,,,, and then some, if it gets the mojo going.

What is an 8 track?

Oh crap, and next week I'm all tied up. So sorry to miss out on Robin, or was that the other way around. Now what was it you wanted help with again?

Just one of the reasons we got the Spyder, all cooling heat goes out the front and not towards the rider, kind of a nifty idea, and I like it. As for the blizzards? bring them on!!

I'll be right over, hey! I got two days with nothing on the plan as of yet. So where is it that you live? got to be within 1 hrs ride or else! and I got to know if Robin is home, if she is then I'll have to consider some more. All kidding aside, would love to come and do it for you even, but maybe better not.

Maybe it's no-mans land. Taint Canadian and it taint American.

WOW!!!! another one in the books. I really think we should be in the book of records, you people make for an awesome rally, couldn't have enjoyed my weekend any more than what I did, and I speak for my better half, Marca, as well. Thanks for coming out, sharing a part of your life with the rest of us, it truly was a great time. We had no fights or arguments, no sign of distemper or any other outbreaks, the only thing missing was a campfire. A few of us started this rally as early as Wednesday, and some didn't didn't go home til Monday. Most of the time things were organized, but some time was left open, just to get confused. The rides were planned, but not everything went as planned, so we only did half of what was offered, but that's all right, at least we didn't leave anybody stuck anywhere!!!, well not after the first time, (we left Ed and Connie at their camper,,, thank goodness for working cell phones and good natured Americans). Everybody did their own thing for breakfast, either by ourselves or at Lanes, we had lunch on the road, once in Port Dover and once Mike and Tammie (stickhandle2), mostly Tammie, made up a picnic lunch, what a great idea,,, THANKS you two. Supper was as you are, Thursday nite at Green Acres, turned out to be an 'all you can eat' so we needed a lot of doggie bags, Friday nite was mostly fish and chips from Lanes, (that was good fish and chips!) Saturday was 'go where you want', so most if not all of us ended up at the Barrel Pizza and Spaghetti House, thanks to Paul and Mary and their scouting. Sunday was breakfast together at Betty's for most of us, what a place and choice of foods with excellent service. All told, I think we slept well, (no trains) ate well, visited well, rode well, drove well, avoided rain mostly, sat well, stood well, talked well and listened some, short speeches, good hugs, and got updated on lots of things going on in our lives. Once again, thanks for coming out and making this a Grand Rally. See you all next year, somewhere, sometime, if not before. And oH: If you would like, you can send me a PM as to where we should look for a location for next year, did you like Niagara or Minden better.

Let's see if you can find the rest believable. There was a time a few years ago when this all took place, it almost landed me in the clinker, well at least that was the opinion of my valued companion, who by the way goes by the name of Marca. It was grand day, and I was on the way to meet with some friends with my bride at my side, it was cool but that didn't seem to bother either of us, seeing as the heater seemed to be working just fine, well we were in a cage wouldn't you know! We had to wait in line at the border and as usual, and without Wizard765 to take the blame, I\We chose the slow line, you know the line that seems to be the quickest with the least amount of cars, but has a slowed down processor in the booth? Well that's the one we got,,maybe a good thing, for in the end we did actually make it through in one piece so to speak. Sorry Mr. Dawson if this reads a bit different than what you think you heard, but it now needs to be the real version as it actually happened seeing as it's on paper so to speak. Anyways, this story isn't over yet, the best is still to come. Finally we get to the booth to declare our innocence and the reason for our desire to enter into a foreign country for a stay of less than a day. We had to hand over our identification and our passports seemed to do that trick alright, step one in the right direction. Then came the question period, you know, that's when you get asked things like, where are you going, how long are you staying, who do you know, how much money have you got, any tobacco or liquor, any fruits or meat, are you married, is this your present spouse, license plate number, what kind of bike to you ride, do you like it, are you buying anything, any drugs, what's in your trunk? We'd had a long wait, and I was ready with all the answers, Marca was nervous because she just never knows what that husband of hers might come up with and let out the front door. So! where are you going, the USA I think how long are you staying, til we come back who do you know, you don't want to know, how much money have you got, hopefully enough, any tobacco or liquor, nope, smoked it all and drank it all waiting for you, any fruits or meat, none, are you married, was up til now, is this your present spouse, I look over and decide that it is the right one and declare that to be the case, license plate number, it's on the back and on the front, which one can't you read, what kind of bike to you ride, a real bike, Yamaha Venture of course, do you like it, funny question, why would I have it if I didn't, are you buying anything, I'm of Dutch decent, so not if I can help it, any drugs, not with my wife around, what's in your trunk, now he's getting personal. In the end I was over prepared. We finally got our turn at digging up the right answers and rolled into the custom immigration booth, not that we are custom, kind of ordinary actually, nor were we trying to immigrate, but there is no other way to get south of the line, so we go on. Nice guy, that feller in the booth, but he didn't talk that well. When he spoke his head was turned toward his computer thingy, and a number of times I had to ask him to repeat. He must of thought I was hard of hearing and he did seem to be getting a little frustrated with me for asking him to repeat himself, but hey,, what was I to do, just give him an answer in the lineup I had in my head? No, that wouldn't do, I might be saying no to the spouse question and yes to the booze question. Nothing to do but be kind and not get nervous. The first thing he asked was: citizenship?--Canadian,,,, where do you live?--Brantford,,,,,, anything tobacco or alcohol?--none,,,,, where are you going?--Arcade,,,,,, how long are you staying?-- just for the day,,,,, for what reason?--having dinner with friends,,,,, (I was seeing that statement didn't go down well), how do you know these friends?--we belong to the same motorcycle gang,,,,,, (oh crap!!!!! that didn't sit well at all, especially with the occupant next door) and I did get a rather interesting stare from the booth person for a second or two. Glad he took some time to look at me, for now he could see that there was no evil bone in my body and that I looked (I said looked) rather harmless and innocent. I did comb my hair that morning I think. Anyways, at that point I don't think he believed me altogether, so he quizzed me about my bike, the kind it was etc and what the name of the was of the group I belonged to. He then handed me our passports back and said: Have a good trip and enjoy the get-together with your motorcycle GANG, and I looked at Marca and said: SEE HE SAID IT TOO!!! I hope this version was at least somewhat close to the original, after all, it's now recorded.

If it's stunts you are asking about, then I might have some input, but I do not have a stent so can't say a word, other than that in my humble opinion you are a different person and are a different situation than any other body who might post on this thread, or whisper on your shoulder. Bummer! I can feel for ya,,,, but isn't that somewhat of your handle?

Let's see how far we get this time. Marca is working on getting the trailer ready so she might not miss me for a couple of minutes,,, so where were we? Oh Ya! There was a time a few years ago when this all took place, it almost landed me in the clinker, well at least that was the opinion of my valued companion, who by the way goes by the name of Marca. It was grand day, and I was on the way to meet with some friends with my bride at my side, it was cool but that didn't seem to bother either of us seeing as the heater seemed to be working just fine, well we were in a cage wouldn't you know! We had to wait in line at the border and as usual, without Wizard765 to take the blame, I\We chose the slow line, you know the line that seems to be the quickest with the least amount of cars, but has a slowed down processor in the booth? Well that's the one we got,,maybe a good thing, for in the end we did actually make it through in one piece so to speak. Sorry Mr. Dawson if this reads a bit different than what you think you heard, but it now needs to be the real version as it actually happened seeing as it's on paper so to speak. Anyways, this story isn't over yet, the best is still to come. Finally we get to the booth to declare our innocence and the reason for our desire to enter into a foreign country for a stay of less than a day. We had to hand over our identification and our passports seemed to do that trick alright, step one in the right direction. Then came the question period, you know, that's when you get asked things like, where are you going, how long are you staying, who do you know, how much money have you got, any tobacco or liquor, any fruits or meat, are you married, is this your present spouse, license plate number, what kind of bike to you ride, do you like it, are you buying anything, any drugs, what's in your trunk? We'd had a long wait, and I was ready with all the answers, Marca was nervous because she just never knows what that husband of hers might come up with and let out the front door. So! where are you going, the USA I think how long are you staying, til we come back who do you know, you don't want to know, how much money have you got, hopefully enough, any tobacco or liquor, nope, smoked it all and drank it all waiting for you, any fruits or meat, none, are you married, was up til now, is this your present spouse, I look over and decide that it is the right one and declare that to be the case, license plate number, it's on the back and on the front, which one can't you read, what kind of bike to you ride, a real bike, Yamaha Venture of course, do you like it, funny question, why would I have it if I didn't, are you buying anything, I'm of Dutch decent, so not if I can help it, any drugs, not with my wife around, what's in your trunk, now he's getting personal. In the end I was over prepared.

Gotta cut the grass first now.

I got my licks in early. Stopped by Stevensville Icecream located in Snyder Ontario, just to test it mind you. The Ontario Rally is based just around the corner. They serve STONEY CREEK icecream. I'm glad that we chose a site so close,,,, they are going to be busy,,,,, was that stuff ever GOOD!!!!! Even better than Kawartha.