or if we are really, really lucky -

not unless they put a V-Dub in it.

you can see in the visor reflection the Yamaha speedo thingy like they put on the FZ bikes, as well as what may be a roundish, chrome headlight bucket reflecting the overhead lights. you can also see that the bike appears to be in neutral in the image. the single green indicator on the dash looks pretty suspicious.…

Retro scrambler thumper. a large displacement single. hence “big” and “bang”. definitely wide bars and high mirrors indicates scrambler (if you think Yamaha are trendy) or maybe (oh god, could it be...?) a large displacement (700cc?) factory sumo?

for everyone involved i nthe whole suum - ufck no. This “thing” is a massive, face-plant FAIL of an autobortion. it’s not even interesting in a sort of “Cool World” kind of way. It is actually sort of embarrassing to look at. I am embarrassed

watch out for the hubris of the occasionally-correct. when you gloat and say things like “I’ve been battling (ignorance) all day...” you risk becoming that which you mock. just saying - karma and irony are next-door neighbors to all of us.

oh snap. she went there.

there exists no “pure” and perfect thing called Christmas which has been diluted or poisoned by commercialism. that beast never walked the earth any more than the pure and sacred valentines day (Saint Valentine after all).

He didn’t attack Christians and you know it. He satirized the “me-box” hysteria of the Starbucks cup non-event with an ad-ridiculum commentary...

IT LIVES!!! Now if it were a bit simpler, less bulky.....

That launch was a group text message to China/Russia. If you look at todays news you will see an article about Russian athletic doping. Recently the US has a Naval ruckus with China involving an island, then immediately afterward we learned that a Chinese submarine had been close to a US carrier. This is all of a…

This car was pretty much perfect right off the lot. It should look like this:

I think the Scrambler is really, really close to something I have been thinking about for a while: a sort of street-tracker. Something low(ish) but with decent suspension travel, bare-bones, tons of torque, not much bodywork. PERFORMANCE, not bling or hipster. no chrome. minimal controls showing. <b>no wires…

LOL at the IMU: “Ours goes to 6”

LOL: 36 people starred my story but 131 starred your grammar-teacher reply. funny world we got us.

when it's tan.

that’s the way I remember it, one long string of words, like Finnegan’s Wake, all scrunched together. it’s art-lit, a word picture, multi-media and new-age.

Riding my Honda CBR1100XX south on US 101 in Washington State, up near the northern border, early one Saturday morning; I had just finished racing a 911 (spanked him). No one else on the road. I was going the speed limit, 35 in a 35, on a beautiful stretch of road underneath the tree canopy, the Hood Canal on my left…