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Allman Brothers - Midnight Rid
- From: CousinVINNY
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- 2 weeks ago
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my first ride
- From: poch808
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2001 midnight star
- 3 weeks ago
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New York and Home in 21 days A
- From: BusterDuster
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This summer I when solo from Vancouver Island BC Canada to New York City. With my wifes blessing, as she got tied down to work at the last moment and couldn't go. Well that sucked but she said we had planned it for sometime and wanted me to go, so yeah I yes OK Baby!!! I can't write everything I did but to start I will say I never met so many nice poeple on one trip in my life. I started by going to Sturgis Rally for 3 days, Met a fellow rider on the way, cool dude, we partied in Sturgis and he had to hit the road home, back to Washington. Sturgis what can I say, don't believe anything anybody tells you about Sturgis, just go and experiance it for your self that is the best way to do it just go!!WOW to much fun. I then headed for Niagra Falls, going through Chicago, then Detroit, up between the lakes and to a friends Daughters place her and her hubby lived about 1 hour from the falls so that was great. I stayed there for 2 days and then on to New York and New Jersey I want to see the Statue of Liberty, empire state building, time square ground zero and anything else I could see, It was quite a trip in and out on a bike come to think of it never seen any bikes on the roads in or out. I was told by many poeple as I crossed the states, that I was nuts to go in to New York on a Bike. ( I was pulling a trailer too). So I got to see the green lady as they call her and the empire state building ( from a distance) I tried to get into the city a couple of times only to end up back at the toll both to pay again and again. So I when't through down town New Jersey got to the Liberty park, got my pictures, and had to run for it, as there was a thunder and lighting storm hitting just after I got there. So soaked to the ass before I could get my rain gear on, couldn't us the GPS, to find my way out, 3 to 5 lanes of rush hour traffic, rain bouncing off the road about a foot in the air, did I meantion the roads were very bad like 6 inch deep potholes, semi trucks throwing waves of water over me, can't see through my windshield, and then the toll guy told me I was going the wrong way.....Hmmm. So I evenully found my way out 2 hours riding in the rain, and all I could do was laugh, because was the hell It was an adventure, So then I went to Columbus Ohio to the Motorcycle hall of fame, which was pretty cool, and Jack Nickcolaus golf museum ( I'm a golfer too) then it was off to Minasota to go watch Tiger and the boys at the PGA Championships in Chaska at Hazeltine GC, the poeple traffic at the golf course was worse than the traffic out of New Jersey. I then headed for home stopping again in Sturgis for the night, then Winthrope, and through the North Cascades, and back to canada. Well this is a very short version of my trip but all I can say is it was a blast a total blast. It was all about the ride verything else was just a bonus. The eastern sea board this past summer was just riddled with rain for most of the summer, and believe it or not I only got rained on in New Jesrey and in Sturgis once, for the whole trip unbelieveable. The rest of the trip was nice and hot.. beautiful. Oh yes never had any problems with the bike or the trailer, Ran like a top, I love my Yamaha, and I must say I met a lot of Harley riders, that really liked the style of the midnight Venture, I had a lot of compliments on my bike, also won Best Japanese bike at our toy run this year, or 25th anniversary run about 13 hundred bikes to cool. So thanks for reading I hope it was as good for you as the trip was for me. keep the rubber side down and safe riding to all.
Glenn
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- 1 month ago
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scottprater
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Just for laughs from Samantha
- From: australian6
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*Why we should not flirt!!!!!!! *
A couple were invited to a swanky family masked fancy dress Halloween party. The wife got a terrible headache and told her
husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take
some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his good time to be spoiled by not going.
So he took his costume and away he went.. The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, woke without pain and as it was still early, decided to go to the party. As her husband didn't know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.
So she joined the party and soon spotted her husband in his costume, cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every
nice 'chick' he could and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.
His wife went up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his new partner high and dry and devoted his time to her.
She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her *husband.
After more drinks he finally whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had passionate intercourse in the back seat. Just before unmasking at midnight , she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and was sitting up reading when he came in, so she asked what kind of time he had.'Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there.' Then she asked, 'Did you dance much?'
He replied, 'I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the spare room and played poker all evening.'
'You must have looked really silly wearing that costume playing poker all night!' she said with unashamed sarcasm. To which the husband **replied,
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'Actually, I gave my costume to my Dad ..................................................... apparently he had the time of his life!!
Samantha Stuart Distribution Office Administrator - Blog post
- 1 month ago
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My Midnight Star
- From: Pushkin
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- 2 months ago
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My Midnight Star compressed.jp
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- 2 months ago
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GIRL'S NIGHT OUT
- From: vilchesm1958
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Description:GIRL'S NIGHT OUT
The other night I was invited out for a night with the
'girls.' I told my husband that I would be home by
midnight , 'I promise!'
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way
too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the 3 months ago- Views: 97
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MY FIRST MOTORCYCLE
- From: santaclaws
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I bought my first motorcycle when I was twenty four years old. It was the summer of 1972. My previous experience with anything resembling a motorcycle was as a teenager, hopping on the back of my buddy’s Honda 50 scooter and riding to the local dairy to get an ice cream cone. But I had an uncle who rode a big Indian Chief motorcycle. He took me for a ride when I was a little fellow and I knew then that I would someday own a motorcycle. My mom would scream at me for the mere mention of buying a motorcycle. But I knew my day would come. My first motorcycle was a Honda 305 Dream, a 1965 model, I believe. It had a box headlight, box fenders and box gas tank. Basically it looked like a, what else, box running down the road. It was nest egg blue with chrome side panels on the tank and a white seat. This was no fit color for a man but I had always planned to paint it black. Of course, that never happened. I also got a blue and white leather helmet in the deal. The bike had vacuum cleaner tubes for exhaust pipes. It was, as a result, very loud and unnerving. I gave $200 for it and the fellow who sold it to me took me for a ride on it to demonstrate that it ran and did what it was supposed to do. He showed me how to clutch, shift, brake and most of the mechanisms on the bike. Before he took my money he asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I eagerly said yes. I was a truck dock worker. I loaded trucks on second shift. I weighed in at 160lbs. I was solid muscle then. I had never been seriously injured and had no concept that I could be. So the fellow shook his head, took my money, and walked away. I sat on the bike in front of our apartment on Richmond Avenue. It was my motorcycle. I was so excited. Finally I owned my own motorcycle. I fired it up and it lurched and died. The clutch….I had forgot to pull in the clutch. I told myself to calm down. I pulled in the clutch and fired it up again. It roared to a start. The vacuum tubes vibrating on the side. I remember the seller telling me down 1 on the shifter for 1st gear and then up for the rest. So I pushed on the shifter and let out on the clutch and I killed the engine. “Ease out on the clutch”, I chastised myself. And so I restarted the bike and eased out on the clutch. Now at this point I should tell you that directly across the street from our apartment was a Pentecostal Church and they were having a revival. Now Pentecostals get excited in their religious rites. They jump around and sometimes speak in tongues or languages no one seems to understand. At this time they were in full bore in their services. As I eased out on that clutch the bike took off. At that point my mind went totally blank. I shot across the street, over the curb, up through the church yard, up the two front steps of the church and crashed through the front door of the Mt. Sterling Pentecostal Church. I am almost certain I heard people speaking in tongues. I have always wondered how many souls were saved that evening. I am fairly certain by the looks on some of their faces that they thought Satan had come to church. The bike lay on its side half way through the front door of the church. I wasn’t hurt so I nodded to the proceedings, offered a weak apology, picked up my bike and backed out the door. I got the bike in the yard and fired it up again. It seemed so much louder in the church yard with all those folks looking out the door. I eased out on the clutch, shot out of the church yard, back over the curb and into the street. I caught a glimpse of my wife standing in the apartment door as I sped away. I got to the next intersection with my heart pounding so hard I could actually hear the blood in my vessels squirting past my ears. I think that was why I lost my balance and fell over with the bike or maybe I just didn’t put my feet down. Anyway I looked around quickly and saw no one so I picked up the bike. I continued on my way. At the next intersection I did much better. I didn’t drop the bike or anything. It was a T-bone intersection. The road I was on T-boned into highway 11. Highway 11 was a busy road and I was very nervous. On the other side of the highway were rock cliffs. Traffic cleared. Now! I had to go now! So out comes the clutch and across the road I went and up the side of the rock cliffs to about 10 feet and the motorcycle and I crashed back to the ground. Traffic was stopping to see if I was alright and I was except for my ego. Then I hear my wife’s voice. “You are going to kill yourself on that thing” she said. She had followed me in the car, just in time to see my rock climbing.
I responded with “It is going to kill me or I am going to ride it.” Did I mention that I have a wee tendency to be stubborn? I picked the bike up, told my wife that I was going to ride to her dad’s place out in the county and off I went. I did not crash anymore although I had some close calls. That old Honda was as tough as a pine knot. It took all that abuse and never once offered to quit. I rode it for a year after that and then traded it for a Yamaha RD 350 that fouled plugs and only ran intermittently. How many times I wished I had never traded. I still remember getting off from work at midnight and riding highway 60 home. The road would look like a silver ribbon in the moonlight, the old Honda rumbling in my ears. That was my first motorcycle and I loved it. I suppose Dream was the best word for it.
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- 3 months ago
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Midnight express clock
- From: downunder
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This would have to be one of the best products that i have bought.
I purchased from midnight express, Have not had an ounce of trouble with finish or from water ( would recommend )
I even bought another one for my fathers bike.
- 3 months ago
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captain Midnight Babe
- From: suzukie07
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My bike is a 2007 named "Roadstar Silverado, Midnight star" by the manufacture. I nicked named it Captain Midnight after a kids radio program in the 30's - 40's. Its was a tv show in the 50's.
- 3 months ago
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I'm Back
- From: shadowfox
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Well with the chapter 7 done and a few other financil dificulties taken care of I have decided to keep the bike. You don't know how much you miss some thing till it is gone. It is the truth. I am back to taking the bike to work every day rain or shine and enjoying the free life on the road. Did learn some valuable stuff though. One thing is if you can't afford it you don't deserve it. Work harder. And in my case play harder too. Went for a midnight ride the other night that was killer. Saw animal life twistys at night is out of this world. Little dangerus but cool all the same. Blew through some small towns, It is a different world at night. Love the day time ride also. You can see so much on a bike that you miss in a car. And when life throws you that jucy bug take it and smile. It doesn't get any better.
Ride Safe every one.
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- 4 months ago
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