Stereo wrote:I dont treat my leather jacket.... when was the last time you saw a leaky cow? Never... Well... actually once... but that was for anudder reason...
never had a wet steak either...must be cos the leather doesnt leak??
some years back I was traveling up the SE freeway here and a police car in pursuit of a felon came screaming up behind me, far in excess of the speed limit. Now ordinarily this isn't a problem, as I keep a close eye on the mirrors and can spot trouble coming my way. I moved over, but as the car passed the turbulence it created dislodged a "Bee" from a bottle-brush tree and sucked it out into my lane. Said bee slipped between glove and jacket and proceeded to sting me on the wrist, causing me to jerk the bars, which then set up a mild speed wobble that then dislodged a slab of stubbies that I had tenuously lashed to the rear seat with an ocky strap. I brought the bike back under control but the slab met the road with predictable consequences. In hindsight I realize that cans would have been more practical to ferry in such a manner, but I was young, trusted the police to protect me and my cheaper stubbies and had no concept of the lateral wind shear forces that could dislodge angry bees from freeway bushes.
I went to the Holland Park police station and reported the incident to the desk Sargent. He gave the run-a-round, bees are not our responsibility he claimed and the car I had described was not one of their local patrols but a D car from in town. I went higher, to the major crime squad in the then Hershel street headquarters. I wasn't looking for any punitive judgments against the two detectives in question, all I wanted was my beer back! It was Friday evening by this stage and the party I was to attend was well under way.
Well I missed the party, didn't meet the girl of my dreams or that bloke with a great job opportunity that would have set me up for life. Now I'm just a has-been, eaking out an existence from the scraps of society, my life in tatters due to the reckless actions of a public officer. Such is the case as I will present it at my supreme court hearing next month. In the meanwhile nothing has been done to warn the general public about these wind anomalies, nothing has been done to screen freeways against noxious insects and the liquor industry refuses to comply with my request to lobby for laws that will prohibit the sale of bottled alcohol to occupants of vehicles with a GVM less than 400kg. Here I figured the Harley riders would flaunt any law regardless, and that the wing riders deserved whatever happened to their beer"
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chameleon wrote:some years back I was traveling up the SE freeway here and a police car in pursuit of a felon came screaming up behind me, far in excess of the speed limit. Now ordinarily this isn't a problem, as I keep a close eye on the mirrors and can spot trouble coming my way. I moved over, but as the car passed the turbulence it created dislodged a "Bee" from a bottle-brush tree and sucked it out into my lane. Said bee slipped between glove and jacket and proceeded to sting me on the wrist, causing me to jerk the bars, which then set up a mild speed wobble that then dislodged a slab of stubbies that I had tenuously lashed to the rear seat with an ocky strap. I brought the bike back under control but the slab met the road with predictable consequences. In hindsight I realize that cans would have been more practical to ferry in such a matter, but I was young, trusted the police to protect me and my cheaper stubbies and had no concept of the the lateral wind shear forces that could dislodge angry bees from freeway bushes.
I went to the Holland Park police station and reported the incident to the desk Sargent. He gave the run-a-round, bees are not our responsibility he claimed and the car I had described was not one of their local patrols but a D car from in town. I went higher, to the major crime squad in the then Hershel street headquarters. I wasn't looking for any punitive judgments against the two detectives in question, all I wanted was my beer back! It was Friday evening by this stage and the party I was to attend was well under way.
Well I missed the party, didn't meet the girl of my dreams or that bloke with a great job opportunity that would have set me up for life. Now I'm just has-been, eking out an existence from the scraps of society, my life in tatters due to the reckless actions of a public officer. Such is the case as I will present it at my supreme court hearing next month. In the meanwhile nothing has been done to warn the general public about these wind anomalies, nothing has been done to screen freeways against noxious insects and the liquor industry refuses to comply with my request to lobby for laws that will prohibit the sale of bottled alcohol to occupants vehicles of a GVM less than 400kg. Here I figured the Harley riders would flaunt any law regardless, and that the wing riders deserved whatever happened to their beer"
It's really all about standing around drinking Dave's beer.
2008 ZRX1200 Greeeeen Roadie
2016 KTM Superduke 1290 Oraaaaange
2016 Seadoo RXTX300
Too many toys.......work is getting in the way!!!!
) and can't ever recall cleaning them. I find that the bugs help hold them together.
