tired of reading about you guys feuding

(wakko)
--Any time we trade with a country we had a war with, you have to deal
with similar issues.
I'm still boiling mad my Egg McMuffin is made with an english muffin!
Didn't we learn *anything* during the war?!
/
/
--The point is that BMW today has nothing to do with Nazi Germany.
Calling it a Nazi bike today is childish and stupid.
BMW is not the only company that used slave labor during the war but you
don't call those products Nazi products today 60 years later. Well, I
guess the uneducated and stupid does..
/
(morgan kane wrote)
/
Egg McMuffin?
After I saw "Super Size me" I have not been back to McDonalds.
I eat mostly Oats and proteins for breakfast anyway.. Something like a
cup of oats, 8-10 egg whites. Or when im lazy or in a rush, 1 cup of
oats, 2 scoops of whey, 10 ounces of water in a blender. Yum, yum.
/
Come to think about it, I think im going to have some oats and proteins
right now, its been 3 hours since I ate. time for meal number 4.
--morgan kane--
/
/
~~~~‘‘wow’’, I'm surprised at morgan in
sharing such personal information on usenet. I thought I had you figured
out, till you shared your daily breakfast diet with us. (actually I
eat oats every A.M.they're suppose to be good in lowerng cholestrol)
smile....bjay

 

Oats? Isn't that what horses eat? Do ya'll eat hay for lunch?

I eat red meat, smoke cigarettes, and ride a motorcycle. I'm a rebel, baby.
Don't love me.

 

HA! I came in Wednesday night and said almost the same thing to my wife.
Said that, on the ride home from work, I visualized myself riding down
the road without a helmet, wearing only street clothes, a cigar in my
teeth and a big hunk of red meat in my left hand, yelling, "Come and get
me SUCKA!"

 

And shaking your fist at the sky!

 

The one with the hunk of red meat in it? EXACTLY! ;-)

 

hmm ,rebels without a clue..... <VBG>

here's some interesting reading from Demetrios aka Greek Shipping
Magnets from over in reeky, that has some truth to it regarding m/c and
who todays rebels really are.

****

Oh my! Evading the law?

Late at night when there's little to no traffic and you're buzzing the
parkway there's no public to harm. The only thing being broken is some
unfounded regulation which says X velocity is unsafe. An arbitrary
delusion. Cause guess what? Any velocity beyond 30mph is going to mess
you up pretty good. And yet we're ok with going double that. But not
triple that. Or quintuple. Even though you're just as dead smashing
into a wall at the legal limit as you are at 2X or 3X over.

And **** the police too. The majority of the time Highway Patrol's
only mission is to generate revenue for the county. Which is why speed
limits are set so low to begin with. And if the pickin's are slim
they'll nail your innocent 5mph over ass to the wall all the while
lecturing you like a little child for being "unsafe". Even though said
"child" is often the one working their ass off to pay the cop's
salary. They run from real crime or real work. Just give them that
video game chase against a nervous weenie that craps their panties
them moment you light em up so they can feel like god. And oh yeah,
while you're out criticizing the runner don't forget the cop. Who is
putting the public at risk over what started off as a *moving
violation*.

Why should you face the music? There's nothing more American than
breaking the rules and getting away with it. Happens every day and is
partly the reason why this country is so great. Who are the biggest
supporters of rule law? Communists, dictators, military totalitarian
regimes with moutain upon mountain of bureaucracy to swim through.
Let's make everything illegal so everyone's technically a criminal and
we can lock them up whenever they get any funny ideas about freedom!

So if you can run and do it well then do so. Cause you're truly fucked
if you stop anyways. If you don't know what you're doing 99.9998% of
the time you'll take yourself out of the gene pool and no one else.
After years of this the only ones left to breed are the ones who have
the vision of a hawk and the reflexes of a jackrabbit on speed.

Now it's obvious that you're ignorant of your own history so lemme
recap:

-Once upon a time there were these things known as "bikers". Bikers
were scum. The only people degenerate enough to ride those damn fool
murdercycles. Respectable people bought nice big convertibles in
pastel colors, wore grey flannel and lived in identically prepared row
housing.

Bikers didn't wash much. Fucked everything that moved. Cursed like the
sailors they once were. Flipped you the bird and drank and drugged
themselves into a stupor. They were not too brilliant hedonists. That
would knife you just as easily as shake your hand. And always outfart
you.

Around the 60s people got tired of all that clean living shit and the
counterculture hit. And all these nice kiddies started riding Triumphs
and wearing blue jeans cause they wanted to be different. Not like
grey flannel dad. And for all their shaggy haired antics they were
still some of the nicest people...

Then the shit hit the fan. Major recession. Oil crisis. Shaggy haired
motorcyclists giving up the ghost and starting families. Everything
went down the crapper. Including motorcycling. Then all of a sudden
somebody got the really cool idea to turn around their company's
fortunes. They decided wouldn't it be cool to offer an alternative to
taking it up the ass like a lemming wage slave? I mean you would still
be taking it up ass, cause now you gotta make payments to the bank on
a $20k motorcycle but at least you would *think* you're rebelling. And
being something you're not. So they took the biker lifestyle, mass
marketed it in nicely licensed hunks, cleaned out the messier
references and made a killing. That company was known as Harlie
Davidson.

Next thing you know all sorts of big money is pouring in. Cu$tom
Crui$er$, big money racing, television contracts, record breaking
sales, Joe Everyman throwing a leg over a bike. And their wifey too!

They play dress up at the bar. Wearing all kindsa black. Trying to
look tough. They even scare the clueless lemmings that just so happen
to be even more clueless than they are. Those are the ones that go to
church regulary and think Bingo night is a heart fluttering
experience.

Then Pastor Joe got into Harlies and the church came to them. You had
evil tough guy wannabe degenrates embracing Jesus at Sturgis and
crying like bitches cause they found god. Too bad they didn't find
that 3M stick on billet kickstarter that vibrated off four miles ago.
They paid $340 for that in the Screaming Beagle catalog!

Today's "bikers" look at todays bikers and think something needs to be
done. You see the real descendants of the Wild One bunch aren't riding
Harlies anymore. They're on crotchrockets. They're stupid,
degenerates, take drugs and drink, **** everything that moves, curse
like cretins, flip the bird to Johnny Law and break every rule in
sight. They're criminals. With records. And often up to shady
business.

Respectable people (now mounted on Harlies or HD edition F-150s) don't
like them. They'll take every opportunity to throw potshots. Pass laws
so that something "gets done". Poo-poo their unwelcome effect on
motorcycling.

They give us all a bad name you understand. You see it was all fun and
games dressing up like yesterday's toughguys. Cause well you see that
isn't real. That's like Civil War reenacting. And it's perfectly ok to
fire off phony birds to non-existent police officers when you're
reenacting that scene Marlon Brando did. It's all good clean fun!

But those creeps buzzing my HD edition Ford F-150 on the parkway at
120, they're the real criminals! They're just taking things too far.
Somebody has to do something. Before my impressionable young daughter
starts hanging out with them at the squiddly diddly bike night and
sucks all their cocks in one drunken swoop.

Yeah I mean I was fondling the strippers at Laconia, but they're like
profoessionals and it was just good clean fun! This is my daughter's
honor we're talking about. And I'm not going to have no diddly doing
younguns on sportbikes running around all free like that and making an
impression on my impressionable young daughter. We gotta make a law or
something. Lock 'em up and keep them away from my princess when she's
in heat!

Perhaps years from now they'll make a movie. And then another one. And
then once about 40 years have passed and a new generation of old coots
will be seeking to recapture their limpdicked youth, having grown
tired of endless monthly payments, lawn mowing and home remodeling.

At that point Harlie Davidson will introduce a Kawasaki ZX-10R. Only
they won't call it a ZX-10R. They'll call it a FKNFSTSQDBKE and sell
it for three times what it costs new in 2005. And I'm sure these
wannabe toughguy squids on their Harlie Sportbikes will paddlefooting
them around from bar to bat and complaining about the ricers buzzing
them on their hoverbikes.

 

Wakko wrote:
/
/
Wakko wrote:
I eat red meat, smoke cigarettes, and ride a motorcycle. I'm a rebel,
baby.
/
~~~HA! I came in Wednesday night and said almost the same thing to my
wife. Said that, on the ride home from work, I visualized myself riding
down the road without a helmet, wearing only street clothes, a cigar in
my teeth and a big hunk of red meat in my left hand, yelling, "Come and
get me SUCKA!"
(bownse)
/
/
~~And shaking your fist at the sky!
~~~~~~~~wakko
/
The one with the hunk of red meat in it? EXACTLY! ;-)~~~~
--
Mark Johnson, Ft. Worth, TX,
/
/
AND also saying , It is Friday.
Thank goodness.
By Golly, and I'm a happy dude this day.
~~~bjay

 

Obviously you have observed me in the past going
down 195 on my Savage...I HATE when the cherry
pops off and hits me in the forehead. That was
then this is now "Hands on the bars, right foot
peg throwing a shower of sparks, back tire out
ever so slightly, helmet on firmly, mouthpiece for
a 1/gallon of Gatorade clamped in my mouth whilst
passing a CBX on the outside of a hairpin curve
giggling uncontrollably"[1] Yep that's me these
days...I've GOOD roads to play on. 8^)

[1] Mind you the red meat is consumed AFTER the
ride as is the Cuban cigar[2] and cold local beer.

[2] Don't tell okay? Those idiots in Washington
think you can't get them in the states.

 

~~~bjay

er...

NO!

I specifically mentioned it was Wednesday.

****! I had to go back and manually grab your text BJ. You use different
separators everywhere else. Why use the "-" right before the stuff that
is what you're wanting people to see? It means it always gets cut out.