Boog
Traveling Story Teller
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- 2014 R3T, RAMAIR, Full Viking Dual exhaust
Like you said brother, the worst part is when it is over for the day...
Alive again
- Thread starter Phalanx
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MickyB
Supercharged
Like!!!
1olbull
Riding Motor Since 1950
Well done, wordsmith!
My fav was:
"a fart-pipe exhaust"
My fav was:
"a fart-pipe exhaust"
DJ
Bob Ewell fell on his Knife.
A modern day T-Rex. My favorite!
I might have to borrow that one.
D-
I might have to borrow that one.
D-
Phalanx
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@1olbull, you know it man. Back in the day when I was running my restored 68' mustang, the exhausts had throat and heart, now? I have no idea what they are thinking, those things just sound terrible. It's like they connected a pipe to the rear end of some constipated rhino in heat.
@DJ, hell yea brother...you know it is. It's not a speed-only mid-sized raptor with less brains that gets splattered on a tree, it's not a brontosaurus that oozes around every corner like it's made out of maple syrup trying to go uphill on a hot day...No, It's a barrel chested, armor plated king of the concrete jungle that doesn't have to prove anything... But god help you if it decides it wants to...
It's been a **** long drought for me with no ride and it's good to be back among friends, brothers and to have found such a great piece of life rejuvenation machinery.
@DJ, hell yea brother...you know it is. It's not a speed-only mid-sized raptor with less brains that gets splattered on a tree, it's not a brontosaurus that oozes around every corner like it's made out of maple syrup trying to go uphill on a hot day...No, It's a barrel chested, armor plated king of the concrete jungle that doesn't have to prove anything... But god help you if it decides it wants to...
It's been a **** long drought for me with no ride and it's good to be back among friends, brothers and to have found such a great piece of life rejuvenation machinery.
DJ
Bob Ewell fell on his Knife.
Glade you found your rejuvenation juice.
T-Rex is a good analogy.
The comparison I make is that of a Rottweiler. A big, lovable, strong, fun, playful dog. Yet if you cross it, or mess with its friends it will rip you to shreds!
Rick Morris
"Have you seen Junior's grades?"
You are inspiring. Unfortunately I have a perplexing situation today. I am supposed to be working right now, I just had a call from a buddy to go for a long ride, my lawn needs to be mowed and I will be away for the weekend. I believe I hear my T-Rex tearing my garage doors apart. I know what I want to do, I know what I should be doing, and I know what needs to be done. But I believe your words have supported my decision. Perhaps you could wax on eloquently just one more time to solidify my provocative thoughts to ride out upon the beast.
Steel
Resident Coonass
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- 2012 Roadster & 2006 Classic
The lawn will still be there when you get back, but today will be gone. You know what to do. 
Phalanx
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@Rick,
That grass will be 3 hairs higher when it gets mowed...next week...But today? right now? today is the first and last day you have.
I saw you posted a pic from the fallen warriors ride and if you're a brother in arms as well as a brother on 2 wheels, then you know that more than most.
When your turn comes for them to pry your angry, gnarled little fists off the handlebars, are you going to remember you kept your lawn manicured real nice or are you going to remember the ride today with another brother, on the back of a prehistoric god, resurrected and carved out of steel and smoke and fire and lightning?
Will everyone around you remark how you never missed a day of work...at the work box....sucking down someone elses idea of living, or will they remember the stories you tell about TODAY, and the smells of everyone else cutting their grass because you chose to take back another little piece of the soul you have to give up every other day?
That Rex in your garage isn't asking to be let out, he isn't wanting to go for a jog, he's angry watching you shuffle from place to place..Every day for him is freedom and the only time he wakes up is when it's time to go piss off the raptors, piss on the cockroaches, and to remind everyone who sees him that life doesn't come from Amazon, it doesn't come in a box, and you can't ever get one second of it back.
Is the house falling down? The bills paid? Family safe? No problems there? Then you have freedom, freedom many don't and never will, freedom you are squandering right now.....
You are among the chosen, the few who can, the men who will.
That long ride? That call that came in from a buddy? That's your life passing you by and that Carnosaur in your garage is shaking it's head. Are you gonna let him do that or are you going to go kick him in the ribs and tell him to roar all he wants because today isn't passing you by anymore....
That grass will be 3 hairs higher when it gets mowed...next week...But today? right now? today is the first and last day you have.
I saw you posted a pic from the fallen warriors ride and if you're a brother in arms as well as a brother on 2 wheels, then you know that more than most.
When your turn comes for them to pry your angry, gnarled little fists off the handlebars, are you going to remember you kept your lawn manicured real nice or are you going to remember the ride today with another brother, on the back of a prehistoric god, resurrected and carved out of steel and smoke and fire and lightning?
Will everyone around you remark how you never missed a day of work...at the work box....sucking down someone elses idea of living, or will they remember the stories you tell about TODAY, and the smells of everyone else cutting their grass because you chose to take back another little piece of the soul you have to give up every other day?
That Rex in your garage isn't asking to be let out, he isn't wanting to go for a jog, he's angry watching you shuffle from place to place..Every day for him is freedom and the only time he wakes up is when it's time to go piss off the raptors, piss on the cockroaches, and to remind everyone who sees him that life doesn't come from Amazon, it doesn't come in a box, and you can't ever get one second of it back.
Is the house falling down? The bills paid? Family safe? No problems there? Then you have freedom, freedom many don't and never will, freedom you are squandering right now.....
You are among the chosen, the few who can, the men who will.
That long ride? That call that came in from a buddy? That's your life passing you by and that Carnosaur in your garage is shaking it's head. Are you gonna let him do that or are you going to go kick him in the ribs and tell him to roar all he wants because today isn't passing you by anymore....
cusso ken
Living Legend
Lovely words even Carnosaur ,I started riding motorcycles to pick up chicks
now I ride motorcycles to make people think I pick up Chicks
in between for 50 odd years I have learned to just love motorcycling and the friends I have made along the way are a bonus
