Just like the title says it is. We won't waste your time with some wishy washy "look my kid is so good" bullshit.
If you can ride it, pet it, squeeze it or lick it you may find out about it here.
We will put up some good tunes from time to time as well.
So what may I ask is the AP trying to smoke screen now. A whole 3 Somailian pirates board a big ol Maersk tanker and take the 2nd in command hostage.
Story goes the Maersk crew had sunk the pirate ship and the good captain claims the pirates were "greedy" and he gave them chances in the triple digits to take what they wanted and leave. But these pirates felt the Capt. need come along to show them how to operate the lifeboat he gave them.
HUH?? Pirates?? Greedy?? As opposed to a pirate should be more like a Hells Angels club and do toy runs for poor lil Somalian trailer park kids?? Maybe they could fill teddy bears with Afgahni heroin too. Cops would never look in a teddy bear butt.
Yes often times motorcycles have a lengthy name and title coupled with a cc labeling and a couple three letters that tell you little lest you be in the know. But here folks as the title reads is one of the ugliest damn bikes Yamaha ever made. If memory serves me right it was only made in 82 and 83 then along came the Seca then onto the SecaII (Yes, that's 2)
I owned a nastier, uglier likely louder version of this motorcycle and likely I paid to much for the thing but I didnt give a damn. I was an impulsive young man and somehow I fell in love with the old snot drippin oil flingin beast and I terrorized the streets of Cincinnati Ohio for two years with the old S.O.B
The thing had a tendency to get the wobbles at around 80-85mph and likely at the time that was a good thing for me lest I would have ended up in a ditch somewheres in Northern KY not to mention the electric and duct tape seat along with dented and slighty rusted gas tank. I dont think I ever once changed the oil, Just added more every couple tanks of gas from the back pack carried quart of brandless over priced gas station oil. Not to mention the illegal tags and never once did I renew my moto-psycho temps. It was a rat bike and often I see these bikes just as ratty or more than the one I had. The Vision was and is ugly, slow and totally an 80's P.O.S. Ranks right up there with neon zebra tights, braided shoelaces, and mullets and I am damn proud to say I owned one,
Disturbing news to report my friends. Long Story short, Facebook allowed me to stumble upon an old lady friend a few days ago and in an extended on-line chat last night I learned of the passing of an old mutual friend.
My first sponsor in my recovery journey, simply known as Forrest. Truly a give you the shirt off his back kind of guy and a man who was there for me in one of the darkest and most horrid times of my life. I can never repay Forrest for all he ever did for me and he likely would want nothing in return for it anyhow. Forrest was there to pick me up for meetings and work the steps in addition to seeing I was well fed, coffee full and just plain OK. He would listen to my rants, take me to the S.D beaches where we would swim and play with his dog, and shoot pool. (He could run a table like that). Forrest showed me the love of animals, people, life and the world....in short; just be a damn fine friend to a heartbroken and confused young man who had little of anything at the time. He never asked me for a damn thing and always had a witty remark in his oh so dry humor to make one laugh.
Long May You Run Forrest.....Long May You Run. This all took place 13-14 years ago now and today I am nearly 4 years clean and sober brother. My next anniversary is dedicated to you. I am at a loss for words. You are loved brother, truly you are loved
PHEW!!! That was quite the lil ride we just took, but hey, its important goddammit! HA! Slow it down slow it down. True, we been working in the ghetto and while I am looking forward to getting out and moving on the place is a whirlwind of cheap laughs and entertainment, or tears and sorrow, dare I laugh at misery? Yes, it is mostly created from self in my experience and believe me I knew plenty, tears and waste and pain and OH!
I watched this fan-video many a time before deciding to post this. Purely educational. Yes I know....I really do, what you resist persists, Such as I have resisted making this a political blog. I was fucked right from the title. These are American images my friends, each and everyone of them. I t is not my intent to focus on this awful awful violence but I do feel strongly that we as a people need to organize and speak up. Our vote means shit and you know it I know it and the whole fucking world knows it. Want to vote, decide how to intelligently spend your dollars. It is near the only way left. Another, go to your local gun shop or shooting range and sign up for a class to be registerd with a concealed carry permit. The government is piss drunk on power, and the Obama faithful have nothing but wool over there eyes. We the People.
This is my rant, no....it doesnt happen often here and mostly the posts and entries have been merely entertainment, and likely the majority of such will continue being so, but we, I, you, me must must must stand up for the rights the non-elected officials are slowly pulling away from us. They are some clever bastards I do admit.
