Sailor

Chunky boots? You been talking to my wife? She hates my chunky boots.

Looking at a 2nd gen? So you are looking to upgrade.

Night is when you get to reflect on the dumb things you did during the day.

Ice or anything cold to stop the burn getting worse. After that any good antiseptic cream such as polysporin or even aloe. One time I parked my bike and started to leave when I saw a toddler heading right for the nice shiny exhaust pipes. I told his mother not to let him touch them. She snapped back that he would not hurt my stupid bike. I informed her that the pipes were very hot and would burn the flesh off his hands, but if she didn't care why should I. You should have seen her move.

Ain't even broke in yet. Quit thinking and buy.

My 02 is a second gen but it doesn't matter:cool10:, just get on and grin.

The main problem is, when you ride it, trying to get the smile off your face.

Congratulations to her! So what kind of bike does she ride?

Whenever anyone asks me about getting into biking I always tell them to start with something like a 400 for a couple years.

I think you might need a trailer to carry it all.

Forgot about the Renault Gordini I had. Toughest car I ever saw. Rear engine Highly tuned. Full belly pan. When we moved to Saltspring my wife at the time took it to north Vancouver to say goodbye to her friend. I later got a call from her saying there was a red light on the dash. I told her to pull into a gas station and have them check the oil and water. The idiot at the station told her it was an air cooled engine ( it wasn't) so it did not need water and the oil was fine. When she got home I heard it a block away and could see the heat waves coming off the car. It had blown a water hose then overheated and burned up all the oil. I waited about 4 hours then fixed the hose and filled it with oil and water and drove it another two years with no problems.

My first car was a 1 year old 62 Acadian convertible with bucket seats. I had it about 6 hours before some girl who had turned to talk to her friends in the back seat ran a red light and broadsided it. One of the cops responding to the accident told me he would turn his back while I grabbed his gun and shot her. He was joking....I think. 62 Acadian 65 TR4A 56 MGA 57 MGA 65 Austin Healey 3000 Mk III 56 Lincoln Continental Mk II 65 Corvair 53 chev 5 window P/U hot rod 51 Merc lead sled. chopped, dropped, shaved and candy apple red. current crop 2002 Dodge Ram 1300 4X4 46 Chev rat rod rebuilt I6 with triple carbs. In between have been a lot of very ordinary rides. For the first few years on Saltspring I had very little money so I would pick up a car for $100.00 and run it until it dropped then get another one. Most of the junkers lasted a year or more.

While on a ride with some other bikers I noticed that the bike behind me did not have his light on high beam. Whenever a car came up behind him he disappeared in the cars headlights. In daylight I always ride with my headlight on high beam. At an intersection I will give a little wiggle to the handle bars so the headlight moves a bit, that seems to get attention. I have reflective tape called "fish scale" on my helmet. It changes colour with the direction of the light and gets attention. I have people tell me that going down the road at night the fishscale caught their attention then they realized there was a bike there. They did not notice the headlight or taillight or reflectors, just the fishscale. It isn't "cool" but I am still here after 36 years of riding.

Yep, all of the above. It has been proven in a study done for the RAF to help them determine threats earlier that they really do not see you. Have you ever been reading a book and put it down while going into the kitchen for a snack and when you come back the book is gone? What happens is that when you scan a room your eye takes snap shots of things and your brain fills in the gaps. This keeps you from getting motion sickness. You look at one end of a couch and then skip to the other end and your brain fills in an empty couch. It is not until you look directly at the couch that you see the book out there in plain sight. The same happens with drivers who look straight ahead then scan the on coming lanes and then look where they are going. Their brain fills in an empty lane which is what they want so they do not have to stop. That being said I have had drivers make eye contact with me then wait until I am right up to them before they grin and pull out and block the road causing me to make a panic stop. I too watch the wheels at intersections. I also look to see if the driver is paying any attention at all.

Middlesex probably comes from Middlesex England. I don't think anybody can beat the English for odd names. Ozleworth, Wotton-under-edge, Tewksbury, Upton Snodsbury. My aunt lived in Heavitree Exeter. The heavitree was the tree they hung people from. It is still there. I have been to the corner of Gay and Queen streets in Bath, a road called The Road and the corner of Hangman lane and Deadman lane.

Sorry about that weather. We tried to ship you some summer from out here in sunny B.C. but it must have gotten hung up on the rockies.

Don't know what the top speed is. We have KPH here and the speedo only goes to 180 kph which is about 112 mph. I did give it a good run when I first got it and it was still pulling strong when I ran out of speedo.

Over 90F (30+C) on the deck today with two more weeks of nice weather forecast. I think we are in for a long, hot summer. Not complaining.

Sitting on the sundeck with a single malt. Watching a guy fishing on the lake. Watch him catch a trout. watch an eagle swoop down and steal the trout. Watch the fisherman shake his fist at the eagle. get myself another scotch. Time to fire up the BBQ. Just another day on Saltspring.

It wasn't so much I didn't like the bike but rather that at that time I knew nothing about bikes so I was smart enough to know I could never keep it running. It wasn't until about 5 years later that I got my first bike. As a form of self torture I have had 3 MGA's, an Austin Cambridge, a Hillman, a '49 A 40, a TR4A and an Austin Healey. I know what mechanical torture is. I traded off my 51 Merc, chopped, dropped and candy apple red for a '46 chev pickup rat rod and cash. Will the torture never end?

Many years ago I thought I might like a bike. The shop down the road had just got a shipment of army surplus Harleys...still in the crate. They were selling them for $700.00, $800.00 if you wanted them to assemble it. Took a test ride on one and decided against it.

We have those screens here too but they are unmanned. I have found that my 2nd gen realy does not register well on it. If I am doing 60 it will show anywhere from 20 to 70.

FYI 90 kph=55 mph, 60 kph=37 mph, 50 kph=31 mph. No one goes that slow on that stretch of road, it is just too slow.

We have a section of road here which was originally 90 kph. They dropped it to 60 Kph and made a killing on the speed traps they set up. After everyone got used to the 60 Kph they dropped it to 50 Kph and are still making a killing on the speed traps.

Right! I learned that in school and as with most things I learned in school I promptly forgot it as it had, until now, no relevance to real life.