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Breast Cancer Awareness Poker
- From: CromagnaMan
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These are three of about a hundred bikes in total ... (the middle one is my Magna prior to some of the customization on it) ... during the staging proceeding the participation in the Breast Cancer Awareness Poker Run sponsored by the local Tallahassee Chrome Divas. Notice that the "trike" parked next to my Magna is not a "trike" at all. It's set up with the Voyager Outrigger System that allows a normal bike to be converted to a "trike" in about five minutes. Using this system, one can haul a small trailer behind the bike, and when you get to where you're going, "poof!" five minutes later you can pull off the outrigger and have a normal bike again. The gentleman standing there had broken his back, and using the "trike" system, he was sill able to ride and be a part of the biker community. If you look closely, you can see that the rear end of the system consists of he regular bike rear wheel and two "outrigger" wheels ... so there's a total of four wheels on the road.
- 1 day ago
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Packed Up
- From: CromagnaMan
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This is a photo of my Magna all packed up going to Daytona's Bike Week in the spring of 2008. This is prior to most of the modification to the Magna and the new paint job. The "luggage" consists of Willie Max saddle bags, a Willie Max "Travel Trunk" on the passenger seat with a "Sissy Bar Bag" attached to each side of the Travel Trunk, and a large roll bag strapped to the luggage rack behind the back rest. I actually travel to the bike rallies instead of using a trailer to haul my bike over. It's cheating if you don't ride your bike to the rallies!
- 1 week ago
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elcid1989
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- Since: 2 months ago
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goldwind
- From: cliftonking
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no i got to go pick up two goldwinds soon one is ok need some work the other is just parts bike it only cost me gas money to go pick them up some girl is gone to show me were they are at then i just have to drop her off at her house then head back home .thank anyway pj clyde
she dont want her huby to get them or it may cost big b - 2 months ago
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Gold Wing vs. Logging Truck...
- From: ftelenta
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That is really good...
I don't get three (3) wheelers unless they have a Blue Handicap Placard hanging on the forks.
I don't care what a Bike Costs compared to a Truck becuase $$$ does not make it Coooool...
I know what a Logging Truck hauls and while three (3) wheelers don't haul logs...
...they are hauli
- 2 months ago
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danacrotwell
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- Since: 2 months ago
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Long haul softail
- From: whitedog45
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'02' FXTI lowered with 3-1/2 degree raked triple tree, gloss black powder coated wheels spokes and hubs and primary cover and cam cover.
- 3 months ago
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ten rules
- From: cliftonking
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me i just tell them . i will only hurt you a little .becuse .i want you to rebmenber me your haul life .i will blow you balls and your wee off .i dont want to kill you .you will never forget me
- 3 months ago
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zipperwill
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- Since: 3 months ago
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Yamaha [ south pass san jose ]
- From: pat23
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Rollin... Yamaha Stradoliner -S Baggin it for the long haul & HD 1200-C Sportster Bobber for the short hops.
- 4 months ago
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leroywill
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- Since: 4 months ago
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pic of my truck
- From: twohawks
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this is were i live threw the week havent figuerd out how to haul bike on there yet but it is comeing soon
- 4 months ago
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Pride Ride 2009 - Hiding in Pl
- From: TheTopTron
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I just had to run away from home for a day. The 2009 Pride Ride was tomorrow morning (Saturday, June 27, 2009). I needed some quiet time and a diversion from my life in beautiful downtown BFE. God love her, my loving wife was two weeks post-op from having a total hysterectomy and her acellerated menopausal hormones were flying all over the place. I got hit with most of them.
Actually, she hasn't been all that loving lately. At 2am, I got woke up rather rudely with her shaking me and yelling, "Wake up! Wake up, damn it! Get up!"
Needless to say I was very startled and thought that either the place was on fire or unauthorized personnel had entered the place. I quickly checked to see if Mr. Smith, Mr. Wesson, and the fire extinguisher were nearby and handy, then grabbed "The welcoming Committee"; a 28" Louisville Slugger that sleeps next to the bed that opens the starting round. I mean if anyone can withstand being pummeled by a baseball bat, then then the bullet is for me cuz whatever it is that I went off on, ain't of this earth! Anyway, I stood bat in hand and asked, "What? What is it? What's the matter?"
She scowls and grumbled, "If I can't sleep because of these damn hot flashes then you shouldn't either. We share everything, you know."
"Yes dear, we do." I put the bat down, but kept close at hand and well out of her reach for safety reasons... My safety that is. I finished the night crashed on the living room recliner, sleeping with one eye open.
The next morning, I was up early and already slurping on my morning coffee and checking out HLN when my angelic wife came sauntering into the living room, rubbing the sleepy dust from her eyes. I smiled and greeted her warmly with, "Good morning, Hon. How are you this morning?" I should have kept my mouth shut.
"Oh, shut the hell up! I don't want to hear it! It isn't my fault I am going through instant menopause! It's your damn fault for sleeping all night long! You don't freaking snore or drool, but what really pisses me off is that your feet never stink! That really pisses me off! And turn off the damn air conditioner! I'm freezing!"
“Uh…. I’m sorry?” If looks could kill, I’d be laying right there on the floor, twitchin’.
Then there was a cold eerie silence. I had to make a break for it. This was the first and possibly only opportunity for escape, so I hustled by the air con and turned it off, I grabbed my shades, the smaller spine brace, a stars and bars do-rag, and my NY illegal helmet, gave the wife a peck on the cheek, ducked her swing, and ran like hell (or as close to running as I can get) for the barn.
Ordinarily, the Roadie gets a few minutes warm up before heading out. Not today! Did you know that a Roadie can hit 50mph in the length of a 150 foot driveway?
Ah yes, the Pride Ride; a place where even the flashiest biker can hide out in plain sight. It begins at the Wings of Eagles military aircraft museum located in a big hanger at the Elmira-Corning Regional Airport. That is about 50 miles from my place. As I was (and still am) tender in a place or two from that freakin procedure from hell, I decided to pick up the ride in Athens, Pa., only about 25 miles from my place. I garnered a spot right behind the Outriders which ensured a decent ride without being caught up in the "slinky effect" generated by the dreaded sandbaggers that always seem to show up. At its peak in 2000, there were nearly 2000 bikes and about 2500 riders total. It took a full 45 minutes for the whole ride to pass any given point. It was a wonderful thing to see especially because the entry fee was one new unwrapped toy to benefit needy kids through Toys For Tots and several truckloads of toys were donated that day.
The bikes started rolling in from the airport around 11:30am - about 1/2 hour late. The parking lot started filling up and the bikes took about 22 minutes to get everyone in. Although the local newspaper claimed that there were 2000 bikes present, the fact that the parking lot was not jammed full this time and the time taken to pass a given point being at 20 minutes indicated a more realistic number of bikes at 800 to 1000. Still, things were looking good for a decent ride and that’s still 800 – 1000 toys collected.
The next stop was in Mansfield, Pa., about 50 miles from Athens. All along the way were people waving and cheering us on. I was surprised that I was got a bit tired for such a short haul, but all that waving back at folks was a lot of work . I thought about bailing out in Mansfield, but then remembered what drove me to ride in the first place. Suddenly I was as refreshed and re-energized! How about that?
I had a great lunch of a half BBQ Chicken, baked potato, apple sauce, buttered roll, and a Pepsi that was served up by the Mansfield Volunteer Fire Department all for the price of $7. Not bad at all! As full as I was after that meal, I stretched out on the grass behind the hall and asked that someone kick me (anywhere but the package, please) when everyone started to saddle up. I dozed off but was rudely awakened when some idiot started to perform CPR on me. That’s what I get for not snoring, I guess.
We took off for Corning, NY next. NY Rt.15 from Mansfield to Corning is an especially gorgeous ride. I had fallen back several rows but was still within sight of the Outriders. I was not at all happy with this position. I had a kid on a crotch rocket next to me sandbagging and another sandbagger ahead of me. The twit kid would fall back then fly past me nearly hitting the bike in front of him. I gave him the evil eye and told him to stay in place or get the hell out of the ride. Then I passed the sandbagger pair in front of me and so did a lot of the folks behind me. Beyond that, the ride continued to be uneventful and quite pleasant and we all were waving at the people along the route that were waving at us. The folks with tired arms were giving hiya toots on their horns.
The Corning stop is at a big Wegman’s grocery store. In years past, they would have all kinds of food and beverage out front just waiting for us. This year, however, there was nothing! Fortunately I had a big bag of beef jerky and a bottle of Gator Aide in the saddle bag that I would normally reserve for the Watkins Glen race track. However, now seemed as good a time as any, so I wandered off into the grass next to the river, sat down, and chewed to my hearts content. Then we were off to Montour Falls, NY on the next leg of the ride, skipping the lap around the track this time.
Ordinarily, one of the highlights of the Pride Ride is taking a 55mph speed limit lap around the famed Watkins Glen International race track. It is sort of a tradition to take the front straight at WOT if you have the room to do so and then just take the rest of the lap at an easy speed without going too far over the speed limit. But for the last two years, the lap of the track has been skipped because of more than a few dumbass kids and their crotch rockets that probably went close to triple the speed limit and came very close to taking themselves out while endangering many dozens of other riders with their bonehead moves in heavy traffic. (More to come on this topic. Keep in mind those now immortal words spoken by Ron White, “You can’t fix stupid.”)
We pulled into Montour Falls and filled up the main street in town from one end to the other and from curb to curb. I was told we would be leaving at 7pm to return to the airport. I grabbed a burger and a soda and chowed down. Afterward, I really needed to download that Gator Aide and soda. As it turned out, Montour Falls plans were to accommodate 1000 riders with just two port-a-johns for all to use and not so much as one stinking bush in sight. It was then that the announcement came that we had to make up time so we were going to head out in 10 minutes. My immediate need prompted the question to the messenger, “I didn’t quite hear you. You suck what??” So with floating eyeballs and a new, yellow tinted pissy outlook on life, we saddled up and headed for the NYSEG parking lot in Horseheads, NY to form up again and head back to the airport en-mass. I was very surprised that we had a fire department engine escort out of Montour Falls and NYSP all the way down NY Rt14.
Remember the “You can’t fix stupid” comment? It comes into play here. I had fallen back in the pack a little ways (spotted a convenient bush and dove behind it) for the run down NY Rt 14 to Horseheads. I couldn’t believe what the hell I was seeing! Three idiot kids on crotch rockets were weaving all over the place, playing with each other and one of the damn fools was pulling wheelies with a passenger on board that had only a half saddle to sit on and no sissy bar right in the middle of a ride! I am sorry to stereotype, but it is much worse than just one idiot giving the rest a bad name. From what I saw on that ride, anyone on a crotch rocket under the age of 25 should be barred from the event. From what I’ve seen as a first responder, the same rule should apply in general because “You can’t fix stupid” so do what is necessary to protect the rest of us from them!
After a about a 30 minute stop in Horseheads, we departed and headed up I86/NY Rt17 to the airport where we would come in and return to the Wings of Eagles museum via a blast down the length of the airport’s main runway. I was kind of nervous durng this short hop because for some unknown reason, we were doing just 25mph down a 65mph(+) interstate. I ended up just behind the Outriders on this final leg and got to see a really awesome sight. I was already stopped on the tarmac and all you could see from the airport was an endless line of headlights stretching into the distance and around the airport on the highway all heading my way; truly an awesome sight.
I thought it odd that waiting for us at the beginning of the runway were no less than two airport crash trucks, two State Trooper cruisers, and I think three Sheriff’s cruisers that would run side-by-side as an escort down the runway. With their PA blasting, they made it VERY clear that there would be a 55mph speed limit on the runway and that anyone passing the escort would be sorry they did. You guessed it- the crotch rocketeers of the past couple of years screwed it up for us again. At least they were still letting us on the runway.
Once we made the mundane trip down the runway, we were greeted by hundreds of people lining the roadway from the runway to the parking lot to get a look at all the bikes! They were waving flags and cheering us in. That was pretty cool, too. I made my way to the parking lot, flipped on the accent lighting LEDs and parked it. I wandered over to edge of the parking lot and found a delightfully soft patch of grass under the wing of an F4 Phantom fighter jet and then decided to stay for the post-ride fireworks. Two deputies walked by and asked if I had had a long day. “You betcha” was my response.
“You look too comfortable. You won’t be awake long enough to see them!” they said smiling. Hmmm… Deputies + bikers + smiles all around = Be nice to the bikers tonight… There’s way too many of them to risk getting them pissed off at us…. (J Just kidding. They’re usually pretty decent guys.)
I got back to my place around 11:30pm. Indeed, it had been a very good day. How good was it? After logging 224 miles total that day, I still had $6 left in my wallet, I didn’t have even a hint of numbbutt, there were only three small bug splats on my windshield, and my loving (but hormonally crazed) wife had already fallen asleep before I got in.
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- 4 months ago
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riding distances with others
- From: cliftonking
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you bettes buy clifton seat go on the fiy part no 1&2 from cc you old mate for you it on sell $80.00 us macke sure you fall to back when you use it . or other mates think dame we have hit some bad gas call now to order for that long haul comes with a roll of duck tape to fit all bikes
- 4 months ago
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Nice hauler
- From: Loonatic
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Now this would be a nice toy to have, I sure I could find something to haul with it.
- 4 months ago
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