Bicycle Bill wrote:
You can also die by slipping in the bathtub, being hit by a car while walking across the street, becoming the victim of random violence (like those people at the Pulse nightclub, the Route 91 Harvest festival, or the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City), or while on the toilet straining to take a crap. Just getting out of bed in the morning carries a certain level of risk.
Having died once while lying down (cardiac arrest), that's how I figure it too. When your number is up, it's up. All your money won't another minute buy. (Unless maybe you have good insurance.) One should always have their heart stop when they are already in the hospital.
How does one "give up" a motorcycle endorsement? Go to the DMV and have it removed? If that's the case, why bother? It it's part of your soon-to-happen renewal process, why not leave it alone? Can you imagine having to take the test again, with a bunch of first time kids, if you happen to change your mind in a couple of years? I left my endorsement on my license even though I didn't ride for many years when I still had kids at home. Yes, a grandfather who was grandfathered in...
I think I'll get on a BMW and go home now.
A friend of Doc's, one of only two B-29 bombers still flying.
I just renewed my licence...removing the M endorsement is so I'm not tempted to ride in the next 4 and a half years. I'm sure I'll want to ride again (though I'm equally sure I'll be incapable of doing so without shitting my pants passing a semi), the whole point is to remove the temptation to do so. I'm sure it's the wrong decision, but it has to be done.
Just have to get Liz to stop riding. If it ends my marriage, so be it.
Jarlaxle wrote:... Just have to get Liz to stop riding. If it ends my marriage, so be it.
Why does your wife have to stop riding just because you're choosing to give it up? I hope you're not planning to beat her into submission while plying yourself with the ol' rotgut.
“In a world whose absurdity appears to be so impenetrable, we simply must reach a greater degree of understanding among us, a greater sincerity.”
A genuine question from someone who has never handled a motorbike - why not? I would assume (and maybe I am wrong) that the fun of a motorcycle is the wind in your face and all that. More and more bikers are going for the trikes (two wheels in front or two in the rear - I've seen both) and there was an interesting item in the NYT a few years ago. Is it an image thing?
A genuine question from someone who has never handled a motorbike - why not? I would assume (and maybe I am wrong) that the fun of a motorcycle is the wind in your face and all that. More and more bikers are going for the trikes (two wheels in front or two in the rear - I've seen both) and there was an interesting item in the NYT a few years ago. Is it an image thing?
As a bicyclist who has checked out tricycle recumbents on occasion, I can attest it is an entirely different breed of cat. You are suddenly a far wider vehicle, which can cause some interesting moments if you forget to allow ample clearance when passing a parked car, for example, or a slower rider on the road. The trike also handles differently than a two-wheel bicycle — forget about leaning into a corner; a trike doesn't lean but must be steered everywhere you want it to go. And then there's the additional componentry necessary to deliver power to two wheels rather than one (in the case of delta trikes, with one wheel in front and two in back) or to steer two wheels simultaneously in the case of 'tadpole trikes', (two in front, one in back).... and I won't even address the need for a differential.
I can only assume that as power and weight increases with the addition of a gasoline engine capable of propelling the trike at freeway speeds or more, these concerns become even more critical. -"BB"-
Yes, I suppose I could agree with you ... but then we'd both be wrong, wouldn't we?
Well Jarl, your situation could've been far worse.
One-hour traffic delays were reported early Friday after a motorcyclist was trapped under a big rig on the Bay Bridge in San Francisco, authorities said.
Three westbound lanes were blocked early Friday on Interstate 80 in San Francisco after a motorcyclist was trapped under a big rig, authorities said.
The collision occurred just before 8 a.m. and blocked the middle lane near the Fremont Street off-ramp, according to the California Highway Patrol.
An off-duty firefighter stopped to help at the scene before other crews arrived, CHP said.
A severe traffic alert was issued as crews shut down three total lanes to clear the roadway.
There is no estimated time for when the lanes will reopen.
Traffic was delayed up to an hour.
Your collective inability to acknowledge this obvious truth makes you all look like fools.
BoSoxGal wrote:Pouring rotgut down your throat until you puke is a sure fire recipe for chirrosis and/or cancer and other nasty paths to an early death. It’s essentially slow-motion suicide. The odds are much higher that you will cause your loved ones misery on that path than if you go back to riding when your bike is fixed.
It worked for my grandfather.
Define ‘worked’.
For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
~ Carl Sagan
I can't speak for Jarl, but it did "work" for my grandfather (actually step-grandfather), the most miserable (both in his own disposition and the way he made others feel) human being I have ever known. He was generally unpleasant, would start fights at the top of a hat, couldn't be trusted around the young girls in the family, would get belligerent if he thought he wasn't the center of attention, was abusive to my grandmother (and those were among his better points). Our only respite is that he drank himself into a stupor every weekend and many weeknights; when I was a kid I can't recall a family function where he didn't act like an ass, but it usually ended with him collapsing in bed. Likewise, thanks to the drinking, he eventually died (mercifully early for the rest of us) of liver failure, ending the problem of his personality.
So I guess I would say the drinking worked for him, by keeping one of us from killing him.
Big RR wrote:I can't speak for Jarl, but it did "work" for my grandfather (actually step-grandfather), the most miserable (both in his own disposition and the way he made others feel) human being I have ever known. He was generally unpleasant, would start fights at the top of a hat, couldn't be trusted around the young girls in the family, would get belligerent if he thought he wasn't the center of attention, was abusive to my grandmother (and those were among his better points). Our only respite is that he drank himself into a stupor every weekend and many weeknights; when I was a kid I can't recall a family function where he didn't act like an ass, but it usually ended with him collapsing in bed. Likewise, thanks to the drinking, he eventually died (mercifully early for the rest of us) of liver failure, ending the problem of his personality.
So I guess I would say the drinking worked for him, by keeping one of us from killing him.
That describes so many relatives on my mother's side of the family. In other words, a product of a typical Irish family.
“In a world whose absurdity appears to be so impenetrable, we simply must reach a greater degree of understanding among us, a greater sincerity.”
BoSoxGal wrote:Pouring rotgut down your throat until you puke is a sure fire recipe for chirrosis and/or cancer and other nasty paths to an early death. It’s essentially slow-motion suicide. The odds are much higher that you will cause your loved ones misery on that path than if you go back to riding when your bike is fixed.
It worked for my grandfather.
Define ‘worked’.
In his words, the screaming stopped after a pint of whiskey.
