Anyone else admit to this?

Hi folks.

Well, today I didn't go for a bit of a ride.

Don't ask why, just trust me, you don't want to know. :-(

Anyhow, I took the BM down to the shops, did my requisite shopping, and
returned home.

I have been getting twinges in my back, which seemed to be associated
with riding the BM. :-(

So, I thought, perhaps I have over done the low seat bit, I'll try the
next (middle) position for the seat.

OK, none of my garage Allen keys fitted, but, hey it's a BM, the tool
kit produced the right key, a few minutes fiddling and the seat was
relocated in the middle possie.

While I had the seats off, I tidied up my el cheapo luggage option,
trimming the non-slip under the $10 school kid's bag that passes for a
"tail bag" on the bimmer.

That done I pottered off for a wee test, just around the block, I
couldn't go for a longer test ride since the industrial lubricant
(beer!) had actually been used quite liberally.

Seems that I had, indeed, overdone the low seat bit. A longer ride will
prove it, tho. The middle possie gave me some more room, without
stretching the friendship about putting down both feet, and seems to be
a wee bitty further back from the bars,too. I sure bloody hope this is a
fix for the back twinges, 'cos I don't want to have to sell the poor 850.

Anyhow, after lunch (with beer) I sort of pottered about the garage and
I noticed that I was getting nothing very much done, and spending more
and more time, just sitting, gazing at the bikes......and drinking beer.

Geez, I really love my bikes.

regards,
CrazyCam

 

munchausen wrote:

Quite probably.

The Palestinians have probably killed a few more Israelis, too.

Several hundred Africans may well have starved to death, or been
tortured to death, or just simplied died.

No-one has any idea how many folk have died in Burma, or whatever it's
called these days, since their beloved military dictatorship wants to
build up their Swiss bank accounts.....

I am aware of these things, but, as to whether I give a ****......
take a guess.

regards,
CrazyCam

 

CCam, I'm not sure what the question was! What is it you're asking if
anybody else will admit to? Havng twinges in their back? (yes) Having
too many beers to go for a ride? (no) Having the wrong seat height for
a comfy ride? (it's the story of my life but I'll get over it) Having
spent the day pottering? (too lazy to potter aimlessly - my potterig
is always purposeful <sigger>) Or this: "Geez, I really love my
bikes. "

That last one I will admit to in spades. I have been known to just sit
and gaze lovingly at my bike...

And it's a bit like skydiving - you can't ever explain that feeling to
anybody who's never felt it, but there's no need to explain it to
anybody who ever HAS...

betty

 

[surprised face] You've skydove?!
I thought you were trying to convince us you were a conservative, sensible
person BB!
--
Clem
(Skydiving and flying a microlite or powered-paraglider would be the first
things I'd sign up for if I was diagnosed with a terminal condition [1]. I
doubt my spine, general lack of fitness or excessive weight would get me
through the door though.)

[1] Apart from "life".

 

Many years ago, in the days when being 21 was significant of being old
enough to sign you life into oblivion, and I wasn't there yet, I went
back home for a weekend with a bit of paper.

"Ever thought of going parachute jumping when you were younger?" I asked
my stepfather while Mum was doing the washing up.

"Oh yeah," he said. "When I was in New Guinea through the war there was
a bunch of us who were offered the chance. Some of us took it up, I
wasn't one of them. I've been sorry for missing out on that ever since."

"Well then, you won't mind signing this permission form."

And that is when my mother chose to come into the room. It was one of
those, 'them and us' moments and my stepfather had that form signed in a
microsecond.

A few weeks later I was a mile or three above Camden with my left foot
on the wheel of an old Norseman, my right foot in mid air, and my very
fuzzy mind wondering how this all happened.

 

Yep; a lot of step-parents would be happy to rid themselves of them pesky
step-children!

 

So that conspiratorial grin was aimed at my mother, not at me. All these
years and I never saw it. What a fool I've been ....

 

Oh; I'm sure he pretended to like you when your mother was watching!

 

Probably quickest way is to get them to ride pillion...

runs and hides...

Bill

 

Now ya see; that's just being mean Bill!!

 

Last I recall it was the Czechs at the top of the beer per capita league
table

 

<grin> Yep, it was another one of those adventurous things that my little
brother conned me into doing. I'm sure he's been trying to kill me since we
were kids. It started with him daring me to jump off the garage roof when I
was about 7. Nearly put my teeth through my lip. Then there was the tarzan
swing in the bush near our place - a big steel cable with a frayed end.
Forty years later I still have a nasty scar on my leg from where some stray
wire gouged my thigh as I flew off. And of course, his next deathtrap for me
was abseilling...no scars or injuries after several successes - but the day
I slipped and ended up dangling from a little cliff with my head against an
ants nest sort of put me off.

(See, I TOLD you I was unco!)

So then there was The Skydive. Mick, who'd managed to break his leg in 5
places on his very first static line jump, but went on to be a fanatical
jumper, and even got his instructor rating, decided his big sister needed to
have a go as well, and would'nt shut up about it until I agreed.

I did a few tandems and loved it so much that I decided to do the AFF
course.

Surprise surprise, I hurt my shoulder on my first solo landing, (actually,
it made a noise remarkably similar to the noise my hamstring tendon made as
it departed its anchor-point!) and by the time the shoulder was up and
running again I'd kind of lost interest.

It wasn't Mick who got me into riding motorbikes, though - I did that one
all by myself !

betty

 

<snip>

but the day

wouldn't, dammit, wouldn't!

apostrophe witch betty, kicking self up bum

 

bikerbetty wrote:

That's the one!

Abandoning a perfectly serviceable aircraft, while it is flying is
getting seriously silly.

I find just getting into an aircraft quite scarey.

regards,
CrazyCam

 

There are three positions.

No TV in my garage. One day I might get round to setting up a stereo,
but, in the meantime, I just have to settle for a few quiet beers.

regards,
CrazyCam

 

And so they should be. Thank Dog for Pilsen.

Nev..
'07 XB12X

 

You're a bloody madwoman.

Nev..
A4393

 

<curtsey> Gosh, thank you!

batty betty

 

In aus.motorcycles on Fri, 30 May 2008 17:07:39 +1000

Well you always seem to have bought the right bikes - you only buy the
ones that mug you and throw your wallet in the general direction of
the seller as they drag you out the door.

So naturally you think they look good. They'd beat you up if you
didn't....

Zebee

 

In aus.motorcycles on Sat, 31 May 2008 10:11:40 +1000

Well if you haven't got the TV or radio, howabout noisy beers?

Zebee