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Who me,rub it in.Never..Lets see,from my house to 1.Highway 80 (The Rooster Tail)........3 miles 2. Mt Mitchell................................30 miles 3. Grandfather Mountain...................35 miles 4. Lake Lure...................................30 miles 5. Chimney Rock..............................22 miles 6. Highway 226A..............................8 miles 7. US 226 runs through town 8. US 221 runs through town 9 Biltmore Estate.............................29 miles 10. Linville Caverns...........................15 miles 11. Highway 181...............................20 miles 12. 400 miles of paved twisty roads 13. 300 miles unpaved twisty roads some ok for a RSV 14. 200 miles trails but need a chainsaw for the sidecar 15. Tail of The Dragon...No thanks...too far to go when I can do the same ride down my driveway. Sure gets boring around here:draming:

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930's 40's, 50's, and 60's!!! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking . As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because...... WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem . We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no text messaging, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents . We played with worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. and while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?! PS -The big type is because your eyes are shot at your age ! How true how true.

If anyone wants to come in earlier in the week you can contact me and I can meet you in the evening and plan a ride for you.Kinda hard for me to justify using vacation time living just 15 minutes away.........RandyA,great idea you came up with last year with the list of names and contact phone numbers...........Did I mention I like to ride in this area whenever I get a chance.

Guess I need to put in for my vacation since it is such a looooooooooong ride for me to get there.Depending on traffic it could take me as long as 20 minutes to get there.

Sorry to hear about the ignition problem.Guess you did the temp fix to get going again.Would have gladly traded your problem for the problems I had saturday.Woke up to a broke sewer line spilling raw sewage on the front lawn.Did get a temp fix on it but now I have to look forward to at least 300 feet of pipe to replace,all down the side of the hill I live on.Looks like everyone had fun though.

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I did.19 at 5 AM

I've always had CLASS but now I am CLASSIER:banana:

Got the stator from Bongobobny and it was a used one but works great.

Thanks for the stator.Works really great.Getting ,believe it or not,12.8VAC on each leg and 14.8VDC at the battery.Thanks pal

The CLASS on my 84 kept giving me an E2 and or E4 error.The bike was not charging so I replaced the stator.Now the bike is charging and the CLASS is now working.

YM and mini arent so tough.All I have to do to keep them in line is to threaten to hit them on the head with my club and drag them by the hair of their head to the cave and then they just mellow out.

HERE http://www.venturerider.org/forum/showthread.php?t=30082

at a harley dealership.7 of us was heading to Cherokee Rally.6 were harleys and my RSV.They HAD to stop at the harley dealership .When i went outside to the parking lot there was a biker looking at my bike.He said i used to have one of those so we struck up a conversation.He also had a few venture parts like a backrest and service manuel which he offered to me for hundred dollar bill.He then asked if I knew about the web site and I said no.He gave me the address and the rest is history.

My daddy can whoop your daddy.good grief.

mine dont..53 MG:cool10:

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank , and Jim , and a state trooper named Joe . A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop..

Thats possible:mo money:

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That was great.Here is one I really like. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WknARwAD7hI&feature=related]YouTube - Hunting McLeod[/ame] Do you recognize anyone in the video?

16 years in Germany and I had several hundred mini vacations all over Europe.6 guys where I worked had bikes so we toured and toured and toured.Did I mention we took a few tours?

Great idea.I love Asheville and the surrounding area.Lotsa good rides there.I might bee able to make this one.

WOW Kevin the bike looks great. Love the colors.Is the bike yellow and black or black and yellow.IMHO you missed one spot.The carb covers would look awesome the same color combo.When you coming back up here so I can see it in person?Great job.

Which one do you have? I have a short one on mine now but thinking going with a taller one.

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQj05Db-C3c&feature=related]YouTube - How We Cut Down a Bike Windshield[/ame] Great video