It’s just a sad day. Last night my leader, George Carlin, passed away of heart failure.
At 71 years, he was no Spring Chicken. And with a history of heart problems, one would think this not too unexpected.
From his somewhat cheesy impersonations in the late 50’s to his 7 Dirty Words to cocaine binges to becoming a very insightful and brilliant political observer, George was true to one person and only one; himself. By doing so, he was true to his legions of fans as well. He was unfalteringly consistent.
This is rambling, and I know it. Waking to this news this morning was crushing. Crushing. It is not a good day.
George, I know that right now you are “down there, looking up at us”.
Simon says go fuck yourself.
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Calling out a lot of people here.
Greggo gives his real feelings about his split with the Hardline and Mike Rhyner. If there was ever any doubt about the animosity between the two, it should be considered solved now. WOW.
Not everyone is cut out to be a motorcyclist.
My dad rode a piece of shit Honda when I was a little kid. It was a 350 or so CC bike, and he rode it because we were poor. My mom had a Chevy Vega, and he had the bike. Rode it everywhere, every day. Even in Winter, and Illinois winters can be really cold.
Now he rides a Harley Heritage Softail Classic. Big bike, and he freaking loves it.
I feel like it’s genetic. I had a dirtbike as a kid, and street bikes since I was old enough to afford to buy it and insurance. Today I ride a Suzuki Boulevard M50. Overall I really like it, but I can see the C109RT in my very near future.
In my neighborhood, lots of us have bikes. There are some guys around the corner with dirtbikes, street bikes, and ATVs. Across the street and down 1 house is a dirtbike racing family. Boy races, dad did but now he fixes bikes. More an more locals are getting bikes either for gas or for fun.
That leads me to the idiot across the street (next door to the dirtbike racers). It’s a 40- or 50-something black guy who seems to have the ego of an 19-year-old. His truck has completely open exhaust, and he hot rods the damn thing up and down the street. He has awaken my 5-year-old with that thing before. Just the kind of guy who doesn’t need a bike, right? WRONG! Apparently, he decided he needs a bike. And a Harley at that. Douche.
What’s really funny, though, is that it’s apparent he is not a natural biker. Seems he bought the bike Saturday. How do I know this? Because that’s the same day he wrecked the damn thing. Oh yeah, he already wrecked. And it wasn’t one of those “a car pulled out in front of me and I had to dump the bike” kind of wrecks. No, no, no. He was riding home, and was three houses away when he found the need to fuck around with it. I’m not sure how he did it exactly, but he managed to crash head first into his next-door neighbor’s mailbox. He busted the mailbox post to shit, and dumped the bike. Some of the more concerned neighbors rushed over to help him.
Not me. He’s a fucking squid. Short sleeve shirt, no helmet, and sneakers. I say let Dr. Darwin have his way.
OK, maybe I;m not quite that cold. I saw other people over there, so I just stayed out of the way. Apparently he’s pretty much OK. A little road rash and a jacked-up leg, but that’s it.
Not everyone is a natural biker. Some (or most) people can be taught, but you need to take the MSF Basic course first. Go slow, get familiar with your new bike. Each one feels different. This guy lucked out that he landed well. He could’ve broken his neck.
The M50 with Fibro Sleeves installed. Nice sound.
