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jrichard:left yesterday,for s-west tx ,only got in one good ride [weather] lots of b s,little bike maintance.more b s,as useal i for got pictures,will more than likely head down that way,now that most of the ducks are in a row,,,,had a beer or two
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I would like to thank Beer 30 for assisting me today. While riding to Jacksonville, NC from Havelock (bout a 45 min drive) I was just about at my destination when my bike died while sitting at a red light. I was worried because I was using a heated vest and gloves for the first time, along with the stereo, and passing lights. While sitting there trying (without success) to restart my bike I just knew I had drained the battery or trashed the electrical system. My wife rode her bike to our destination and got Beer 30 to come back and assist her stressed out husband with his disabled scoot. When Beer 30 arrived I stood there tools in hand ready to dissassemble the bike to find the problem. As he looked it over and made his assessment of the malfunction he graciously suggested that I place the kill switch in the run position WALLAH it started . I did not know I had hit the kill switch and was TOO wrapped up in all the damage I thought the new electrical toys had caused to think things out when trying to restart the bike. As we both stood there in the rain laughing he smiled and said my secret was safe with him. Thanks Beer for assisting me and, better yet, "Keeping it simple!" Jerry:thumbsup: As for me trying to start it with the kill switch on.... well....my wife is still laughing and I don't think she'll let me forget this for awhile
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Reminds me of a Beer30,Stardbog,E-Fishin-C event.:stirthepot: Sorry can't get the audio to run. http://www.cruzincooler.com/
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Tonight a one night deal FREE BEER in chat!!!!!!! Come one come all, bring your friends, your enemies whoever you can get to come with you. See you in chat. Margaret
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sorry Gene but who better to use.................... Twas two days before Christmas, when all through the site The usual creatures were stirring, some would give you a fright. The stockings were hung by the Ventures with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The bikes were nestled all snug in their sheds, While visions of chrome danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘leathers, and I in my skull cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, sounded like a 1st Gen loseing all kinds of matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But Gene and his trailer and 8 cases of beer. He's a strange old driver, not too lively or quick, I knew in a moment it couldn't be St Nick. More rapid than eagles his 2nd Gen came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called the beers by name! "Now mickeys! now, Corona! now, coors and busch lite! On, heineken! On, Labatts! , on millers and bud lite! To the tip of my lips! lets have a ball! Now drink away! Drink away! Lets Drink em all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the drive way that leather beast flew, With the trailer full of beer, and of course Gene too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a smalll knock and when i tried not to answer, he threw a rock. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, In the door Beer30 came with a bound. He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with road dirt and soot. A bundle of pink leather he had flung on his back, And he looked like a gay man, just opening his pack. His eyes they were blood shot! his dimples how merry! His breathe was atrocious, his nose a drunk cherry! His rather big mouth was was slurring quite slow, And the grey in his hair was as white as the snow. The mouth of a bottle he held tight in his teeth, And the stench it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a big round belly, and I cringed when he laughed, cause beer breath is smelly! He was chubby and plump, and looked like an elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know this was a night to dread. He spoke many words, and ate all our food, finished all the beers, he really was rude. And sticking his finger inside of his nose, And giving a nod, off the chair he finally rose! He sprang to his bike, to his CB gave a whistle, And away he flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him laughing, ‘as my eyes started to tear, "Ho, Ho Ho, you got me instead of Santa this year!" :rotfl::rotfl:
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On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... a Beer. ??? On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... a bike so I could go and get more beer. On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me .... a trailer for the bike so I could carry more beer. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... Redneck to help me drink the beer. On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... My very own bed in the garage. On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... Beer muffins from the muffin man. On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... A skid pan from the Skid man. On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... A Blooze lover to help me guzzle beer. On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... A hose to wash off Roadkill. On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... Saddle bags from a Saddlebum On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... A calculator to add up the cost of all that beer. On the twelveth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... Just one more day to clean up my act. On the thirteenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..... Divorce papers written up by Reinyrooster and a repo order for my scoot. :rotfl:
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Ok, now that we are getting are Bells, lets have some pics on how you are going to hang your Bells..... Since it it Christmas now and riding season is a little slower, mine will be on the tree for a while.
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If Santa was Redneck He’d prob’ly still be kind Though putting children on his knee Would not be wise of mind If Santa was Redneck His way of spreading cheer Wouldn’t be with gifts by sleigh But by Chevy full of beer If Santa was Redneck The chimney he’d forego And leave the beer out on the porch Where the frigerator goes If Santa was Redneck No cookies would we leave Just a can of Copenhagen He could roll up in his sleeve If Santa was Redneck We’d know it when he came The belching, scratching, passing gas There’d be no one else to blame If Santa was Redneck Christmas day would be a blast We’d all sit out upon the porch And pass around the Pabst :rotfl::rotfl:
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Hummm, my handsome male maid attendant who works exclusively for me discovered his tip of $5.25 in the small bedroom upstairs and his is extremely excited in that he will now be able to go and get some ShinerBock Beer! :dancefool: He works cheap!:whistling:
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here it is and its real this is from the BBC NEWS in NZ http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7051496.stm Beer30 you best hurry and get in on this one! you to Charlie!!!
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I thought that you all said you would be here for the Ecity Meet and eat. I waited for everyone to show up and all of you regulars dissapointed me the only ones that showed were.Beer 30 and Beer 24-7 Maybe Beer will post pics wen he gets home. Jeff
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My windshield is getting pretty hard to see through. I'd rather not replace it right now but I have to do something. Is there some way I can buff it out and make it clear again? Need some advise on what to use and how to apply it. Thanks all.
