S.O.S. is a 1%er motorcycle club. They have a lot of brothers in Colorado Springs, and a fair few in Denver. Just to let you know, 1%er means that they will kill for the club. Don't go being a smartass and disrespecting these guys. I've heard about people who have....
They're the real deal, a lot like the Hells Angels. But while "Hells Angel" is a nationally recognizable phrase, which calls up fear and semi-romanticized ideas, not that many people think of the same thing when they hear "Son of Silence." Don't be too scared, but be wary. Don't get in an S.O.S. brother's way.
Please be informed that not all motorcyclists are 1%ers. That's why they are 1%ers: the AMA issued a statement after an alleged riot, saying that 99% of the American motorcyclist population is generally law-abiding and not out for trouble. But over the years, the general feeling of some bikers being okay guys who will turn the other cheek has kind of backfired: I do try to avoid the 1%er bars, but every now and then we're driving past one and some neophyte is standing way too close to a guy's bike, probably asking something stupid like "Is it a Harley?" or "I've got a Suzuki. It's a hell of a lot faster than this thing." I'm sure by the time he left, that fellow needed to change his shorts, if not worse.
Moral of the story: we 99%ers kind of like it when people flich a bit, then relax. Respect us, but don't piss your pants and run, okay? That said, a lot of 99%ers will deck you if you're being a real asshole, so be warned.
A simple guideline to whether or not you're standing too close to a bike: if you could touch it, bump it, or accidentally kick it (let alone spill something on it), you're too close. Turn your head to sneeze. If it's unattended, don't enter the same parking spot, even to look. Seriously, don't cross the line. Bike theives are lower than dirt, and there are WAY too many things on a bike that could get damaged or stolen. If someone told me that someone was standing next to my bike for a while, especially more than one person, even if I was in the middle of class or fuckin' jury duty at the time, I'd be outside in a flash, talking to them and maybe giving 'em a bit of a scare if they were being jerks.
If the person is right there (for example, they just pulled into the parking lot), ask permission to look at the bike. If they say yes, they'll accompany you the whole time. If you're wondering about whether it's a magneto or a battery ignition, for example, ask as you're walking to the spot you'd need to be to see it. Feel free to crouch, but respect the "if you could touch it..." rule. If you manage to bump something, apologise profusely, but shut up if the guy tells you to. If you'd like to point at something, such as an interesting bit of art paint, or a left-side kickstart, do so from near your body. Whatever you do, don't touch, unless the owner asks you to, such as "Them saddlebags is made of real buckskin. Seven pointer, shot him myself, up near Silverthorne. Go ahead, give it a feel." Then touch lightly, and don't linger. When you're done, back up at least as far as where the rider is standing. Know when to leave.
Rules for show are a little different. Still, don't touch. I hear the last thing Jimmy Hoffa did was touch the wrong guy's vehicle, you dig? Never touch paint, especially if it's unrestored and/or flaking. Never touch chrome: it's a bitch to polish, and if you touch chrome and it gets heated up before the fingerprint is removed with a solvent (such as an exhaust pipe), it will be permanent. Literally, don't drool. I've seen it happen. If there's a rope, stay behind the rope (duh). If there's not a rope, and there are no marked spaces, respect the "touch" rule, but you can get a lot closer if you're very careful and respectful, and, if it's a publiclly judged show and the guy is right there, and/or you have obtained permission, feel free to lean, kneel, crawl, and ask all sorts of questions, as long as you don't actually touch it. If he's brought it to the show, he wants to brag. Give him the opportunity by asking leading questions, like "this exhaust is interesting" or "who did your paint?" Feel free to ask permission to look "up close," then look for little details. Mention a detail or two, like billet vs. braided lines, etc. When you're done, back away, repecting the touch rule again. Feel free to tell stories, but don't be the human sleeping pill. Keep 'em relevant, like "I had a '38 Chief back in the day. Had all sorts of power down low. Once, I put a 19-tooth sproket on it and got it up to 100 out here on 24." That's a whole story. Nobody wants you life story and a full rundown of every bike you've ever owned. Say thanks, and/or complement the vehicle before you leave. A simple "that's neat" or "that's an interesting find" will do, depending on the situation.
This mostly applies to cars, but if you will be leaning over something or walking between close-parked cars (such as at a cruise-in, parking lot, or drive-in theater), put one hand over your belt buckle.
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Sunday, July 13, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Another public service announcement
I've been told that I'll probably die in an incredibly horriffic motorcycle crash. That's probably true, and odds are, my driver's-ed instructor (who has been an EMT and Paramedic working I-70 from Morrison to Evergreen for 20 years) will be peeling me off of the pavement, or pulling me and my bike out of the ditch.
Just to let you know, in Colorado, "ditch" means bottom of steep 200-foot embankment. In most spots along that stretch of road, it's more.
What do you call a young male motorcycle rider, especially on a sportbike (Buells or Japanese crotch rockets)?
An organ donor.
It's true. More than half of all hearts donated in this country come from braindead bikers, under age 25, predominantly male, predominantly sportbike riders (or guys who decided to take their Screamin' Eagle through the mountains--Harleys are cruisers, and when you ask them to do anything else, you're not just flirting with Disaster, you're taking her back to your place for a nightcap). Most of them weren't wearing a helmet.
Odds are, you will fall or lose control, and regardless of any road rash you may get or things you'll crash into (or have crash into you), if you die, you will die of blunt force head trauma. But your major organs will be just fine. That's the way most bikers die: head trauma.
Helmets can't prevent death that way, but they go a very long way towards preventing it. No helmet can prevent death in all situations, but in those situations where the helmet did jack shit, you'd be dead of other injuries. Wear a brain bucket, and odds are, you'll live. It doesn't make you Superman. You can still die a death of your own making, and you can still get run over by a semi.
Colorado has a sensible helmet law. Minors must wear a helmet, period. But once you are legally an adult, it is your life, and your business whether you wear a helmet. That's the way it should be. Not wearing a helmet won't kill anybody but you. It doesn't put anyone else at risk. The law shouldn't get involved in situations like that, and in Colorado, it doesn't.
I'm not here to tell you to ride safely, sanely, or with a helmet on. I'm just telling you two things: don't put other people in danger, and sign an organ donorship card. If you like to go 100 down the highway on your Big Chief 45, that's your business. If you want to take your Scout 101 up Pike's Peak in June to practice for the race, that's your business. If you want to go from Denver to Buena Vista in 45 minutes, by all means, do it. But make sure that you are not even remotely putting anyone else at risk. Families like to drive Pike's Peak. If you come out of the Picnic Area at 120 and even tag their station wagon, it will be worse tha hitting a deer. Hitting a deer in a car can be fatal. Hiting an idiot hellbent on thrills head on, with a closing speed of 150 will kill that idiot on the bike instantly (that's you, asshat). He won't have to suffer. The people in the front seat will probably die on impact. But the kids in the back won't. Oh, don't get me wrong, they'll die. But they'll die of their injuries, slowly, excruciatingly. Help won't get up that mountain in time.
Then when the ambulance does arrive, they will have to search for the wreckage. Don't think that that accident will stay on the road anywhere in the mountains, let alone on the Pike's Peak highway. You will all go off the cliff, down a "hill", and into a ditch. Remember what "ditch" means in Colorado?
Go ahead and take a corner too fast, on flat land or especially in the mountains. Just don't take anyone else with you. Remember that family you hit while you were getting your thrills? It'll be a closed casket funeral. As a matter for fact, for you and the people in the front seat, it will look like you drove over a land mine.
Go ahead and lay it over at 25 over. Go ahead and die a death of your own making. Just don't kill anyone else in the process. And while you're at it, save a life. Donate your organs.
No matter whether you wear a helmet or not, no matter whether you ride reckless or not, if you're on two wheels, check the organ donation box on your driver's license application. Each day, about 77 people receive organ transplants. However, 19 people die each day waiting for transplants that can't take place because of the shortage of donated organs. You are 32 times more likely to die on two wheels than on four. Whether or not you take that risk is up to you, but if you do and one day things go horribly wrong because of something you or some other bonehead did, your organs could save or improve up to 50 lives. Think about that. It's not like you'll be using your body anymore.
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While I'm at it, let me tell you a story. Back in the mid-60s, my uncle was 14, and was riding passenger on a friend's motorcycle. His buddy rode safe and sane, and still got hit. The offending car was about the size of a Ford Fairlane, doing 90 miles an hour, drunk driver at the wheel. I don't think the driver even saw them, or if he did, didn't react.
The feller driving the bike just had some minor road rash. The drunk driver was fine. He t-boned the very back end of the bike. My uncle was thrown 250 feet, landed, and skidded another 50. One of his shoes was at the scene, still tied. The other was 500 feet down the road, also tied. He was wearing a brand-new, extremely puffy vinyl winter coat. That must have cushioned things quite a bit, but not enough. As it was, his whole back got ripped up and little bits of gravel imbedded in it. That wasn't the worst part, though. Think about the forces involed i getting hit, flying at 90 mph 250 feet through the air, then landing (pavement ain't soft, folks) and having enough momentum to skid another 50. Damn right. Paramedics were quick on the scene, and were able to start treatment quickly because someone at the scene could look through all the blood and say "That's Dale Trumbo!" He is now pinned together in three places; his right shoulder, his right leg, and part of his back. He was in a body cast for three months, and in a wheelchair for another six. Only by the grace of God did he survive.
Don't ever, EVER drink and drive, or get in a vehicle with anyone who has been drinking. Even if they're only slightly buzzed. If someone has been drinking, take their keys, call them a cab, or, if you're completely sober, drive them yourself. Do not let them operate a motor vehicle. If you wouldn't hand them a shotgun loaded with double-ought buckshot, don't let them keep their keys.
As a matter of fact, if you are at a party, visiting or hosting, work the door. Take keys as a condition of entry. Even two cans of beer will put a full-size adult over the legal limit for DUI.
And even if you are driving sober, remember this rule: CHECK TWICE, SAVE A LIFE. MOTORCYCLES ARE EVERYWHERE!
Just to let you know, in Colorado, "ditch" means bottom of steep 200-foot embankment. In most spots along that stretch of road, it's more.
What do you call a young male motorcycle rider, especially on a sportbike (Buells or Japanese crotch rockets)?
An organ donor.
It's true. More than half of all hearts donated in this country come from braindead bikers, under age 25, predominantly male, predominantly sportbike riders (or guys who decided to take their Screamin' Eagle through the mountains--Harleys are cruisers, and when you ask them to do anything else, you're not just flirting with Disaster, you're taking her back to your place for a nightcap). Most of them weren't wearing a helmet.
Odds are, you will fall or lose control, and regardless of any road rash you may get or things you'll crash into (or have crash into you), if you die, you will die of blunt force head trauma. But your major organs will be just fine. That's the way most bikers die: head trauma.
Helmets can't prevent death that way, but they go a very long way towards preventing it. No helmet can prevent death in all situations, but in those situations where the helmet did jack shit, you'd be dead of other injuries. Wear a brain bucket, and odds are, you'll live. It doesn't make you Superman. You can still die a death of your own making, and you can still get run over by a semi.
Colorado has a sensible helmet law. Minors must wear a helmet, period. But once you are legally an adult, it is your life, and your business whether you wear a helmet. That's the way it should be. Not wearing a helmet won't kill anybody but you. It doesn't put anyone else at risk. The law shouldn't get involved in situations like that, and in Colorado, it doesn't.
I'm not here to tell you to ride safely, sanely, or with a helmet on. I'm just telling you two things: don't put other people in danger, and sign an organ donorship card. If you like to go 100 down the highway on your Big Chief 45, that's your business. If you want to take your Scout 101 up Pike's Peak in June to practice for the race, that's your business. If you want to go from Denver to Buena Vista in 45 minutes, by all means, do it. But make sure that you are not even remotely putting anyone else at risk. Families like to drive Pike's Peak. If you come out of the Picnic Area at 120 and even tag their station wagon, it will be worse tha hitting a deer. Hitting a deer in a car can be fatal. Hiting an idiot hellbent on thrills head on, with a closing speed of 150 will kill that idiot on the bike instantly (that's you, asshat). He won't have to suffer. The people in the front seat will probably die on impact. But the kids in the back won't. Oh, don't get me wrong, they'll die. But they'll die of their injuries, slowly, excruciatingly. Help won't get up that mountain in time.
Then when the ambulance does arrive, they will have to search for the wreckage. Don't think that that accident will stay on the road anywhere in the mountains, let alone on the Pike's Peak highway. You will all go off the cliff, down a "hill", and into a ditch. Remember what "ditch" means in Colorado?
Go ahead and take a corner too fast, on flat land or especially in the mountains. Just don't take anyone else with you. Remember that family you hit while you were getting your thrills? It'll be a closed casket funeral. As a matter for fact, for you and the people in the front seat, it will look like you drove over a land mine.
Go ahead and lay it over at 25 over. Go ahead and die a death of your own making. Just don't kill anyone else in the process. And while you're at it, save a life. Donate your organs.
No matter whether you wear a helmet or not, no matter whether you ride reckless or not, if you're on two wheels, check the organ donation box on your driver's license application. Each day, about 77 people receive organ transplants. However, 19 people die each day waiting for transplants that can't take place because of the shortage of donated organs. You are 32 times more likely to die on two wheels than on four. Whether or not you take that risk is up to you, but if you do and one day things go horribly wrong because of something you or some other bonehead did, your organs could save or improve up to 50 lives. Think about that. It's not like you'll be using your body anymore.
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While I'm at it, let me tell you a story. Back in the mid-60s, my uncle was 14, and was riding passenger on a friend's motorcycle. His buddy rode safe and sane, and still got hit. The offending car was about the size of a Ford Fairlane, doing 90 miles an hour, drunk driver at the wheel. I don't think the driver even saw them, or if he did, didn't react.
The feller driving the bike just had some minor road rash. The drunk driver was fine. He t-boned the very back end of the bike. My uncle was thrown 250 feet, landed, and skidded another 50. One of his shoes was at the scene, still tied. The other was 500 feet down the road, also tied. He was wearing a brand-new, extremely puffy vinyl winter coat. That must have cushioned things quite a bit, but not enough. As it was, his whole back got ripped up and little bits of gravel imbedded in it. That wasn't the worst part, though. Think about the forces involed i getting hit, flying at 90 mph 250 feet through the air, then landing (pavement ain't soft, folks) and having enough momentum to skid another 50. Damn right. Paramedics were quick on the scene, and were able to start treatment quickly because someone at the scene could look through all the blood and say "That's Dale Trumbo!" He is now pinned together in three places; his right shoulder, his right leg, and part of his back. He was in a body cast for three months, and in a wheelchair for another six. Only by the grace of God did he survive.
Don't ever, EVER drink and drive, or get in a vehicle with anyone who has been drinking. Even if they're only slightly buzzed. If someone has been drinking, take their keys, call them a cab, or, if you're completely sober, drive them yourself. Do not let them operate a motor vehicle. If you wouldn't hand them a shotgun loaded with double-ought buckshot, don't let them keep their keys.
As a matter of fact, if you are at a party, visiting or hosting, work the door. Take keys as a condition of entry. Even two cans of beer will put a full-size adult over the legal limit for DUI.
And even if you are driving sober, remember this rule: CHECK TWICE, SAVE A LIFE. MOTORCYCLES ARE EVERYWHERE!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The Cult of Global Warming and the Temple of Speed
Golbal warming is a lie. Now let me elaborate. The carbon in fossil fuels came from living things. That carbon was once in the carbon cycle. Life was fine. We have precise data going back 650,000 years or so. The carbon in the most recent oil deposits was trapped 65 million years ago. But we have evidence that there was life.
Evolution kills. It's not just a t-shirt slogan, it's a fact. People weep over each species that goes extinct, and although each of those species is irreplacable, another will take its place. If it's niche is destroyed, then nothing will fill the space beacuse there is no space. Having the planet warm a few degrees will not be the end of the world. It has happened before. We know it has, because ALL of that carbon was once in the atmosphere and in plants, and we have "evidence" that CO2 on its own causes heating. Life thrived. There's a 12 foot long dragonfly hanging from the ceiling of the museum to prove it.
I put "evidence" in quotes because that assumption could just as easily be ass-backward. Higher temperatures cause more plant growth and more plant decay, as well as greater and faster decay of animals, which all release CO2. The shirt doesn't match because it's ugly, or it's ugly because it doesn't match? You be the judge. Either way, you're not going out in that, are you?
The plantet will warm if we reintroduce this carbon into the atmosphere. The different heating pattern will cause climate change. Dry spots become wet. Wet spots become dry. Dry spots stay dry, wet spots stay wet. The system will be different, and it will put a strain on local affairs on scale to dwarf the dust bowl. Indivisual people will be screwed. The human species will either adapt, or nuke ourselves. On the global scale, farmland will have moved, but the crops will still be able to get anywhere. Who knew I'd ever argue for globalization, eh?
Let's talk about "alternative" fuels. Or solar energy, or wind. Covering eastern Colorado with wind turbines like they're corn will rob the wind of its energy, and mean no storms in Kansas. Yay, no tornadoes, right? Wrong. No rain. Climate altered on a scale so complete and ruinous that all the carbon dioxide in the world cannot compete with. Your energy has to come from somewhere, you know.
What about putting solar power all over? That means less heat warming the planet and fueling life, instead fueling its destruction. Try removing one third of the heat in the room you're in right now. Fucking freezing, isn't it? We'll have changed the climate near each solar farm more comprehensively than CO2 ever could.
Hydrogen. That's dumb. That's really the best way to describe a substance that requires massive amounts of electricity (from one of the methods above, most likely), and burns to produce a more efficient greenhouse gas than CO2. There's a reason why the tempuraute drops twenty degrees less on a cloudy night than a clear one. You guessed it, the thing keeping your tomatoes from freezing is the greenhouse effect. Hydrogen power will give us one or more of the problems listed above, and STILL not fix our so-called greenhouse gas problem.
Corn ethanol. We've been through this. Turning your food into food for your self-righteous little Civic is a road to starvation, for the both of you. We need to distill fuels from what is currently pure waste, and is burned or allowed to decompose. Wood alcohol is the way to go. Fermenting and distilling the corn stalks instead of the corn ears is the way to go. Hell, your grass clippings could power your truck for a while.
When we use wood methanol and waste-material ethanol to power our vehicles, we can emit as much carbon dioxide as we bloody well please and not change the climate one iota (aside from urban smog from still air), since all of that carbon dioxide will have just come from the carbon cycle itself. We'll be feeding life.
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The real issue threatening our livelihoods today is the end of "cheap" oil. By cheap, I really do mean $120, $130 a barrel. As oil gets more and more expensive, it will put more and more of a strain on our system until it snaps. That may come in the form of a massive recession, it may come in the form of a world war, and it may do both. Then, life as we know it will be forever changed. Ever seen Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior? That'll be a damn documentary if we keep going like we are. I personally support effecive United States military presence in the Middle East. I'll elaborate on that later. But suffice it to say, I believe in securing our fuel. End of story.
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Carmakers: Especially Detroit, you need to get it through your thick skulls that you need to increase your vehicles' power:cubic inches:weight ratio. Yes, that's a three part ratio. Hotrodders have known it for longer than you board members have been alive. The real way to meet American demands for power is to improve that ratio. Gas milage will be improved, trust me. It'll be a side effect of being able to get the same performance numbers out of less gas, less volume. The Europeans know what's up. They've heard the gospel of Economy. They could do better, but the're willing to make concerted efforts to improve their numbers, rather than make excuses for laziness.
I'll admit, I worship at the temple of Horsepower and Speed. I want it, I want to channel it, I want to express it better, I want to have it at my beck and call, and I know I'm not the only one. What Sunday services mean to us is getting back from church and watching stock car racing. It's taping IRL racing while singing hymns. It's bench racing (and maybe some real runs) before sitting down to fried chicken. I'll drive a damn small-block tank of a car for two years after gas cost me $20 a gallon. But I'll be smart about it. Drive properly. Use alternative combustion fuels. Squeeze every last drop of power out of every last drop of fuel come hell or high water. I'll get 150 miles to the gallon on vintage Springfield iron before the carmakers pull their thumbs out of their asses and get innovating.
Can you say DOHC eight valve V-twin? Bring on the failures until it works. S&S could do it. They're probably working on it. In the meantime, how about it? I know there's enough talent in this country to pull it off? A true American sportbike.
Evolution kills. It's not just a t-shirt slogan, it's a fact. People weep over each species that goes extinct, and although each of those species is irreplacable, another will take its place. If it's niche is destroyed, then nothing will fill the space beacuse there is no space. Having the planet warm a few degrees will not be the end of the world. It has happened before. We know it has, because ALL of that carbon was once in the atmosphere and in plants, and we have "evidence" that CO2 on its own causes heating. Life thrived. There's a 12 foot long dragonfly hanging from the ceiling of the museum to prove it.
I put "evidence" in quotes because that assumption could just as easily be ass-backward. Higher temperatures cause more plant growth and more plant decay, as well as greater and faster decay of animals, which all release CO2. The shirt doesn't match because it's ugly, or it's ugly because it doesn't match? You be the judge. Either way, you're not going out in that, are you?
The plantet will warm if we reintroduce this carbon into the atmosphere. The different heating pattern will cause climate change. Dry spots become wet. Wet spots become dry. Dry spots stay dry, wet spots stay wet. The system will be different, and it will put a strain on local affairs on scale to dwarf the dust bowl. Indivisual people will be screwed. The human species will either adapt, or nuke ourselves. On the global scale, farmland will have moved, but the crops will still be able to get anywhere. Who knew I'd ever argue for globalization, eh?
Let's talk about "alternative" fuels. Or solar energy, or wind. Covering eastern Colorado with wind turbines like they're corn will rob the wind of its energy, and mean no storms in Kansas. Yay, no tornadoes, right? Wrong. No rain. Climate altered on a scale so complete and ruinous that all the carbon dioxide in the world cannot compete with. Your energy has to come from somewhere, you know.
What about putting solar power all over? That means less heat warming the planet and fueling life, instead fueling its destruction. Try removing one third of the heat in the room you're in right now. Fucking freezing, isn't it? We'll have changed the climate near each solar farm more comprehensively than CO2 ever could.
Hydrogen. That's dumb. That's really the best way to describe a substance that requires massive amounts of electricity (from one of the methods above, most likely), and burns to produce a more efficient greenhouse gas than CO2. There's a reason why the tempuraute drops twenty degrees less on a cloudy night than a clear one. You guessed it, the thing keeping your tomatoes from freezing is the greenhouse effect. Hydrogen power will give us one or more of the problems listed above, and STILL not fix our so-called greenhouse gas problem.
Corn ethanol. We've been through this. Turning your food into food for your self-righteous little Civic is a road to starvation, for the both of you. We need to distill fuels from what is currently pure waste, and is burned or allowed to decompose. Wood alcohol is the way to go. Fermenting and distilling the corn stalks instead of the corn ears is the way to go. Hell, your grass clippings could power your truck for a while.
When we use wood methanol and waste-material ethanol to power our vehicles, we can emit as much carbon dioxide as we bloody well please and not change the climate one iota (aside from urban smog from still air), since all of that carbon dioxide will have just come from the carbon cycle itself. We'll be feeding life.
_______________________________
The real issue threatening our livelihoods today is the end of "cheap" oil. By cheap, I really do mean $120, $130 a barrel. As oil gets more and more expensive, it will put more and more of a strain on our system until it snaps. That may come in the form of a massive recession, it may come in the form of a world war, and it may do both. Then, life as we know it will be forever changed. Ever seen Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior? That'll be a damn documentary if we keep going like we are. I personally support effecive United States military presence in the Middle East. I'll elaborate on that later. But suffice it to say, I believe in securing our fuel. End of story.
_______________________________
Carmakers: Especially Detroit, you need to get it through your thick skulls that you need to increase your vehicles' power:cubic inches:weight ratio. Yes, that's a three part ratio. Hotrodders have known it for longer than you board members have been alive. The real way to meet American demands for power is to improve that ratio. Gas milage will be improved, trust me. It'll be a side effect of being able to get the same performance numbers out of less gas, less volume. The Europeans know what's up. They've heard the gospel of Economy. They could do better, but the're willing to make concerted efforts to improve their numbers, rather than make excuses for laziness.
I'll admit, I worship at the temple of Horsepower and Speed. I want it, I want to channel it, I want to express it better, I want to have it at my beck and call, and I know I'm not the only one. What Sunday services mean to us is getting back from church and watching stock car racing. It's taping IRL racing while singing hymns. It's bench racing (and maybe some real runs) before sitting down to fried chicken. I'll drive a damn small-block tank of a car for two years after gas cost me $20 a gallon. But I'll be smart about it. Drive properly. Use alternative combustion fuels. Squeeze every last drop of power out of every last drop of fuel come hell or high water. I'll get 150 miles to the gallon on vintage Springfield iron before the carmakers pull their thumbs out of their asses and get innovating.
Can you say DOHC eight valve V-twin? Bring on the failures until it works. S&S could do it. They're probably working on it. In the meantime, how about it? I know there's enough talent in this country to pull it off? A true American sportbike.
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