Grand Marshall – PAUL AZINGER; PGA Pro, prior Ryder Cup Captain, Golf Channel Celebrity, and CANCER SURVIVOR riding his Ryder Cup Custom Victory Cross Country
DATE: Saturday – October 25, 2014
RIDE FEE: $15 per person, coffee & pastries at regis...
Show your patriotism and join 100's of motorcyclists to escort the Wreaths Across America Trailer, this ride is police escorted from Lakeland, FL to Florida National Cemetery. This is one of the largest police escorted runs around, don't miss it!
8th Annual Veteran's Salute November 8th
Ride Begins At Stormy Hill
$15 Driver - $10 Passenger
Register in person starting at 9:00am @ Stormy Hill Harley... more8th Annual Veteran's Salute November 8th
Ride Begins At Stormy Hill
$15 Driver - $10 Passenger
Register in person starting at 9:00am @ Stormy Hill Harley
First 200 Registered receive free breakfast & gift bag
Police-Escorted ride departs to Gator Har...
70 mile Escorted Ride, 50/50, Silent Auction, Keith Goodwin & Rio Grande Band, Lisa GIGI ROCKS DJ,
ALL PROCEEDS provide assistance to men and women with basic needs during treatment such as co-pays, wigs, lymphoma, prosthesis, and other ...
Benefiting Camp Boggy Creek
SIGN UP NOW...to take part in this wonderful motorcycle ride on Sunday, October 5th to benefit children with serious illnesses who attend Camp Boggy Creek. Grand Marshals for the Ride include actor, John Slattery from AMC's se...
yea yea! know its been awhile how is everyone doing???
i heard seahawks taste like chicken
i like mine bbq'd
Benn a while. Just wanted to tell my friends that I am well and looking forward to the Summer. So sick of cloudy and cold. Selling my 2012 Ultra so I can go back to riding a Heritage. Be cool and Stay safe.
I would like to wish all friends and members of BP a Safe and Happy Christmas and Prosperous 2015. I've not been about for the past 4 months what with Hospital tests in Sept ,then I took a months holiday to China, GREAT but on arriving home I started with a very bad cold, so for the last 7 weeks I've been out of commission but feeling much better now. Have a fab time one and all. Colin.
(B) (D) and one for the ladies (F)
Getting fired up for Bikes,Blues & BBQ in Fayettville,Arkansas!!
Morning friends, it is SUDDENLY Sunday, time to start getting over the parties and ready for that dreaded work week. Be safe and have fun.
Okay I posted this on Facebook and lost a couple "Friends" So I am going to post it on here and see how many I loose in here.
OK I am probably going to lose some "Friends" over this but here we go. I
just want to take a minute to wish each and every one of my friends a
Merry Christmas. Yes I said it. Merry Christmas. I did not say Happy
Holiday. or X-Mas or any of that I said Merry Christmas.
When I was nine, I watched a friend get hit by a car and die.
It was a particularly gruesome death, witnessed from 10 feet away and my world
changed forever. One moment before, death was seeing my Grandmother lying in
her casket. The next moment Death was staring at me from my friend’s destroyed
face, his mangled body lying on the hot asphalt with a pool of blood growing
Recurring nightmares, I could hardly eat, traffic frightened
me, I stopped riding my bike and my grades in school took a serious dive into
negative land. I overheard my parents talking about me and they were concerned.
In 1963 child counselors were few and far between but they found one that
agreed to take me. He was a good man but when I look back, it seems he was struggling
to reach a 9 year old with a fear of death and a too-young sense of mortality.
He prescribed some pills that blanketed my brain in a
hazy/fuzzy fog. Not sure but I think they were zombie pills. I stopped taking
them after three days. I would just flush them so my parents would think I was
still taking them. I slowly emerged from the gray realm of shock and despair,
only to discover that I was living in a tunnel. It was as if I was standing
inside a culvert, 10 feet from the opening. So, I adjusted to it and went on
with being a nine year old.
I lived inside that tunnel for decades, never knowing the
impact it had on my life. I was kicked out of the Marines because they said,
“You are not suited to military life.” I fought; I would steal the OD’s jeep at
2 in the morning and go joy-riding and just became a general screw-up that
didn’t care what the punishment was. If it wasn’t Death, I wasn’t afraid of it.
That’s when I started to ‘Court Death’.
I bought a motorcycle and rode it like a wild man, started
going into biker bars and starting fights, harassing cops while on my bike and
then outrunning them and I dabbled in hard drugs. Anything to bring the
grinning skull of Death close to me and flip it the bird. I’ve been shot three
different times, stabbed in the gut and beaten so badly I still ache from it
sometimes. I hit a bridge abutment at 80 miles an hour, in a car full of
friends; we were drunk as Lords and I was the only survivor because I was in
the passenger seat with my seatbelt on.
I have been in several high speed motorcycle wrecks, numerous
horrendous car crashes, terrible job-site accidents that some didn’t survive
and I have stared down the barrel of several firearms… a few that I was
holding. Every time I faced Death, it would stare at me from those empty black
hollows and grin, and would whisper “Not yet.” So I upped the ante and started
shooting heroin and meth. After five years, I had OD’d twice and never went to
the hospital. I would just wake up with the needle dangling from my arm, faint
laughter echoing in my mind.
At a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, I told my sponsor the
‘life-story’ and he thought for a moment, then wrote down a number on his
business card. All he said was “If you want to get better, call this number…
tomorrow.” It was the number of his psychologist and it was the start of my
long journey out of the tunnel. PTSD, she said. Not an easy fix, she said. Well
that was quite the understatement and no, I’m not ‘fixed’. I’m better than I
was and that’s a good place to be.
I’m 60 now, the dreams of Death still come by like some
unwanted visitor and I know the feeling of mortality much more intimately.
Friends have died by their own hand, from bad choices and accidents. All of my
birth family and adopted family have died; co-workers have been killed on the
job and by other various methods.
I still ride a motorcycle; I retreat into the tunnel
occasionally when Life has overwhelmed me, my anger has receded to a manageable
level, I kicked hard drugs in ’89 and I now find myself surrounded with
reminders of Death. I have an animal skull collection, a (legal) human skull
and numerous glass and ceramic skulls. I wear 5 different skull rings, many of
my shirts have skulls and even my PJ pants have small skulls on them.
“What, you got a death wish or something, with all these
skulls floating around?” a friend asked me once. I just smiled and thought
about the question for a moment.
“No, my friend, I don’t. I neither seek out, nor fear Death. I
have stared square into its eyes and laughed. I have felt its hand upon my
shoulder and felt its breath on my neck. When I die, I will greet it as an old
friend. Death is just another path, one we all must take.” I lifted my beer and
said “To Life!”
Good morning to all out here in biker land.
Pray ya have a great day, and if getting a ride in please ride defensive as many crazies out lately, (well ok all the time) ;) ~RIDE SAFE~
True Story, took in a stray cat that now lives in the garage. I figured he keep the rodents from destroying my stuff. One day noticed mouse droppings, not far from where the cat sleeps. Few days later I find the bugger and chase him out of the garage, the mouse runs out into the yard and stops. The cat runs out after him, put his nose on the mouse’s head and then sits down. The cat next door sees the mouse and comes running for the kill, my cat defends the mouse and ran off the other cat, then comes back and sits with the mouse. Crazy or what? Anyhow the mouse is gone, cats depressed and my stuff safe, for now. Sorry garage cat, you snuggle buddies are not welcome here!
Good luck with your problem.
Let us know what works for you.
This post was edited by Steve at June 7, 2014 12:06 PM EDT
For what it worth, unlike collected statically data with presumed outcome gathered by some MD looking to sell a book i.e. coffee, eggs or saturated fats. Legionella is a known and identifiable naturally occurring pathogen. The human lung is a suitable environment for Legionella to flourish, when aerosolized, sprayed or otherwise airborne, the potential effect is a matter of fact and not assumption.
Not that we should be alarmed, we are more likely to meet our end to a vehicle turning left into our path. So don’t hold your breath waiting for cagers to give a dam.
Yet another thing we Bikers need to be aware of.
According to the American Society for Microbiology, Legionella bacteria (Legionnaires' disease) can grow in windshield washer fluid. "Washer fluid spray can release potentially dangerous numbers of these bacteria into the air. These results suggest that automobiles may serve as a source of transmission for Legionella infections,"
The study detected high levels of Legionella in automobiles washer fluid spray, and when aerosolized can potentially transmit a deadly respiratory disease. This study also points to the fact, people exposed to pathogens from automobile windshield washing systems is significant.
The Roadliner S gets chrome switchgear, front brake and clutch master cylinders and levers, belt guard, fork and fork covers, handlebar clamps, shifter, front pulley cover, various engine covers, rear fender stay and polished wheels.
Size Arrival Effect, is a term used to insure further funding.
Even though for years we've understood that smaller objects traveling toward us, appear further away than they are, when compared to a larger object, also smaller object appear to be traveling at a slower rate of speed than the larger. The obvious solution would be for drivers to take a few extra seconds to assess low profile vehicle. But then that wouldn't help TTU attain a grant.
Let me guess, at the end of this study we will have learned, automobile drivers are not responsible for killing or injuring bikers. SAE will Provide an excuse in which to limit liability. as well justifying the reason for all bikes and riders to be in bright day glow colors.
This post was edited by Steve at September 11, 2013 6:40 PM EDT
This past weekend I went to look at the new CVO Limited Street Glide. Sticker Shock $41,000 plus! But it looks to be an incredibly well crafted machine, besides no one comes close to Harleys ability to provide the best paint and chrome in the industry today, just my opinion. The Limited has it all, and I'm not talking about the big screen GPS and all it can do. It's the goods underneath that makes it a class act for the Touring market. I think a lot of people will be reluctant to go with a first year engine, or perhaps I should say cooling system and head.
It's not remotely within my budget and may not be the bike for me, still there is no denying this one beautiful machine. I would love to take this bike out for a few weeks, other than that I would need to win the Lottery to put her in my garage. But if you be so fortunate I'll wish you the best of luck.
I don't avoid the rain, it just rains too much in the summer. My major concern is my lower visibility for cars, but mostly I just suit up and go. I'd rather it rain hard and wash the oil off the road, than have to deal with slick roads from a light shower. actually the thing I hate most, is the road scum mist. it's difficult to clean off the bike. I won't go out in a Hurricane or Tropical Storm, but other than that, lighting is the only thing that will make me get off the road. My bike and equipment are design for less desirable conditions, and I always arrive dry, except for my hands. I prefer it not rain but that's just not a reality in Florida.