A buddy of mine bought one used in around 1990, and was constantly bragging about 50 miles per gallon. Eventually he convinced me to buy one. Mine lasted longer than his did, and I never saw 50 mpg. 40 maybe, on a trip, babying it. The Pinto wagon I had previous to it did as well, with twice the horsepower.  All the…

I never touched mine (non-R version) except to replace the RR with a Mosfett unit. Out of the box it was capable of being rode better than I was capable of riding. The only OotB bike I ever had that handled better was a Speed Four I had for about a year. That thing was a precision scalpel, but I hated the engine after…

I disagree 100%. It isn’t difficult to train just about anyone to hold a 3 pound weight at arms length, even for extended periods of time. However, to train someone to focus on very slight movements of the hand, to pay attention to breathing at the same time, to accurately activate a trigger with a 500 gram pull, to…

I would suggest that all shooting sports are more mental than physical.  However I will accept they have an important physical component.  It takes endless practice to be at the top of your game, but that practice is as much about mental focus as it is about training in good physical habits.

While I loved my 1050 Speed Triple, it was a heavy beast. IMHO the Street Triple solved all of the Speed Triple’s problems. My only wish was that they had punched it out to a 900 like they promised (and later did open up to 765.)

A Wrangler usually means someone moved from another state and wants to blend in.

I owned two International Harvesters before I graduated High School: A 1952 R110 Pickup (crashed) followed by a 1963 Scout. (Also crashed.)

Yeah, the highlight of my one trip to Vega$ was getting laid in the double hotel room we were sharing with another couple who completely forbid us to have sex in our hotel room during that trip. (Too icky.)

Well, you can just rock me to sleep tonight. 😒

I love that picture so much. I wish they were my daughters.  I would know that I have raised them right.

You know what makes me old? The fact that I can barely type faster with 10 fingers than kids these days can with two thumbs.

Exactly. I’m not paying for the privilege of paying more next month. My internet company keeps trying that shit on me. “We’ll give you faster speeds for less money!” “Yeah? How long is the contract?” “One year!” “After that what does the price go up to?” “Oh, you don’t need to worry about that!”

I dunno about that. There’s plenty of “I’ma big he-man lookit my truck nutz” types here in the Pacific Northwest who drive Jeep Wranglers. Often tricked out with custom bumpers, flared fenders, suspension lifts, and a freakin’ snorkel. Where they think they’re going to ford any rivers is beyond me. There’s plenty of…

You’d actually be surprised. I was a part of a huge Triumph community from back in the day (been riding Hinckley Triumphs since 1996) and I’ve had to listen to a lot of idiots try to tell me about my bikes. The Harley guys are the worst, particularly the old ones.

My CJ was an 83, and perfect with hard top and doors. However they were just implementing DEQ testing here and it wouldn’t pass. Rather than fuck with it, I just sold it. I’ve regretted it ever since.

I rode a Triumph Speed Triple for years, and a Street Triple for years more. I got so tired of people asking me “What model of Buell is that?” and “Isn’t Triumph made by Kawasaki?”

I like to point out to any guy I see driving a Jeep or Miata that they’re driving a fat-girl’s car. (Seriously, take a little survey next time you’re driving down the freeway. Probably 70% of each are driven by a fat girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

If it had lasted more than about 12 hours I would be more concerned. On the other hand, I’m due to see my doctor anyway and I’ll mention it. I’ve been fine now for the week since then.

Last weekend I took my new neighbor rock hunting up by Mount Saint Helens. (We’ve been getting along famously.) So after a couple of hours of clambering around an old semi-dry stream bed (the mosquitoes and biting black flies were horrid) we came home. She was ecstatic, having found some quartz and jasper she really…

*Would daily drive*