August 12, 2001 Part 1
By Robin Technologies |
I attempted an intro unsuccessfully. I’m lucky to finish one segment before needing to crawl back to bed. Let’s see what happens…
Buell Being Shipped To Phoenix
When the battered Buell arrives back in the new Bikernet truck, we will be replacing the brakes with Brembo’s hot products, although I don’t have any complaints about the standard Buell components. Check the Sturgis 2001 saga over the next couple days for a complete rundown on the Buell’s performance on long-distance runs.
NINE MONTHS LATER
Jack decided to go for a ride with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up the Harleys and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
“I realize it’s terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I’m recently widowed,” she explained. “I’m afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.”
“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “Well be happy to sleep in the barn with our bikes and if the weather breaks, we’ll be gone at first light.”
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend riding through the mountains.
About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met when it snowed on their bike trip. He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, “Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our motorcycling holiday up North?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?” “Yes,” Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out. “I have to admit that I did.”
“And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?”
Bob’s face turned red and he said, “Yeah, sorry, buddy. I’m afraid I did. Why do you ask?”
“She just died and left me everything.”
(And you thought the ending would be different, didn’t you?) Caught you smiling– Keep it up!!!!!
Hey Bandit
I really appreciate the help you gave me regarding my inner primary and assembling a couple months ago. It worked great, so I fiqured I’d send you some pictures of my finished ride, an 82 FXR. Any thoughts, don’t hesitate to mail me. Thanks again, cheers from Victoria B.C. Al
WELCOME TO THE SHERIDAN PAGE OF THE FREE RUSTY WEB SITE — ? WRITTEN BY K.O. COONES, JULY 2001 ???????
?? My first trip to see Rusty was exceptionally nice. After traveling 1,100 miles, I left Portland Airport for a scenic one-hour drive south, headed toward the beach. There are three small cities on the way, and a few little towns. Everywhere I looked there were wildflowers growing outta control. Laffayette was my favorite little town because there is an Antique Mall. I was greeted in McMinnville by a ?Free Rusty Supporter? who escorted me on his chromed-out chopper all the way into Sheridan. Donny made sure I knew my way around, he was a gracious host and guide.
Bright wildflowers lined every mile the road as if God himself had landscaped it special just for my trip. Thanks for the STOCKERS coffee cup, Donny. Sheridan is a town of about 3,000 people, founded in 1881. Sheridan sits along the Yamhill River. Named for Civil War Gen. Phil Sheridan, his troops occupied the area and fought the Indian Wars in the new Pacific NorthWest territory, before President Abraham Lincoln called him to ?????????fight the Civil War in the 1850s. More than 50 years later, President Roosevelt had a hand in the success of this region by employing its residents. The ?Works Progress Administration? helped build and modernize the community during what was left of the Great Depression. Today, this region is a thriving agricultural area, it?s main employment being farms, wood mills and of course, The Federal Correctional Institute. (Can you tell I did my homework??) ???????
?? The F.C.I. at Sheridan is unique, in my opinion. It?s surrounded by fields of green, distant red barns and plenty of healthy agriculture. Never-ending views of bright, colorful wildflowers can be seen all over the place, which contribute to the fresh, sweet air. ????????? As I am told, there are three different facilities that total the ?campus? of the F.C.I. at Sheridan. When driving in, I saw the Federal Detention Center which is a type of holding jail. The F.D.C. is just like M.D.C. in Los Angeles where Rusty stayed his first 2 years. Then there is the Sheridan Federal Camp, which is a low-level security place. Finally, driving further ahead, I arrived at the Federal Correctional Institute, considered medium security. All in all, I remained impressed by the well-manicured grounds, so pristine, and all the pretty flowers.
I was lucky enough to get four full visits in a four-day trip. The B.O.P. staff were friendly in a professional way. The visiting room was awesome, as visiting rooms go?? set-up kind of ?theater style? and VERY CLEAN! For the first time in 2 years I got to sit next to Rusty and we shared meals together. Anyway, our visits were great and they sure went by fast. Rusty was his usual self, a perfect gentleman, honorable and self-assured. ???????? ????????
? Rusty is a whoppin? 297 pounds of rock solid muscle. I forgot how ?little? I am when I?m next to him. He?s at the weight pile a lot. He tells me it?s an outdoor gym with a metal roof overhead. My Rusty is benching in the 400 Club. He has a little helper-guy, David, who loads and unloads his weight plates. David is definitely a little dude. Because David is so small and skinny, Rusty nicknamed him Sucked-Up.? ????????? I got to meet Sucked-Up and his mom and dad, who came all the way from Long Island, N.Y., to see their son. Like me, it was their first visit at Sheridan. ?????????????? ?????????
On my next visit (who knows when), I want to drive out to the famous Oregon coast. It?s a 45-minute drive to the ocean from Sheridan, and there is a casino somewhere along that highway. Guess I?ll have to do a tour with my guide, The Donny, for that road trip.????? ????????? In closing, I had a great visit with Rusty. Very memorable, worth every treasured minute. I want to extend my sincerest thank you to those whose donations got me there. Both Rusty and I are grateful and appreciate your kindness. Until my next visit to Sheridan, this will remain posted, at which time I will post a new letter and some more pictures.
Stay with us here at the Free Rusty Web site***********Love, K.O. Coones
Motorcycle Rider and Patrol car Tangled After Turn
By J.D. Walker Staff Writer, The Courier-Tribune
A motorcyclist died late Friday afternoon after his motorcycle and a deputy’s patrol car in pursuit “got tangled up” in a crash about 7 miles west of Asheboro, according to a report from the N.C. Highway Patrol.
Gerald Benjamin Abney, Jr., 40, 494 Mt. Shepherd Road, Asheboro, was pronounced dead at the scene on Mt. Shepherd Road, after apparently being run over at around 5:15 p.m. by Randolph County Deputy Rodney Coe following a two-vehicle chase. Sgt. Mark Ivey with the Randolph County office of the N.C. Highway Patrol reported that Coe pursued Abney on U.S. 64 West “for several miles and several minutes.” Abney was driving a 1987 Harley-Davidson motorcycle. There was no information at press time on what initiated the chase. Sheriff’s department officials assisted at the scene but left the investigation to the highway patrol. Randolph County Sheriff Litchard Hurley said at the scene Friday that his department would issue a statement on the accident today, after he interviews Coe and reads the completed highway patrol report. Ivey said when both vehicles turned right onto Mt. Shepherd Road, they crossed the road and ran off the left side – with the front of the patrol car coming to rest against an embankment and the motorcycle pinned beneath the car.
“When they turned off at that intersection, they got tangled up,” said Ivey. Coe was transported to Randolph Hospital where he was treated and released. As Randolph EMS officials loaded Abney’s body into an ambulance, a young man arrived on the scene in a sedan. The man jumped out of his vehicle and attempted to get closer to the wrecked car and motorcycle. He was restrained by law enforcement officials.
“That’s my dad,” the man cried out. The man collapsed on the side of the road, sobbing. Officers tried to console the man but he broke away and ran up Mt. Shepherd Road – on the other side of a yellow police barricade tape – to where a woman identified by officers as Abney’s wife stood. Later, the man returned to move his sedan, gesturing wildly as he walked down the road. To no one in particular, he shouted, “He couldn’t catch him so he ——- ran him over. He killed my dad.”
Hurley left the scene heading for Randolph Hospital to check on Coe. The sheriff called Coe, who has at least 4 years experience with the sheriff’s department, a good officer. He confirmed that the accident has left the officer badly shaken. “This would be hard for anyone to bear,” he said.
On the accident scene, sheriff’s Capt. Maynard Reid said no one ever wins in a high-speed chase. “People don’t understand. Once an officer turns that light and siren on, it’s all up to them,” he said. “All they have to do is pull over.” He added that, in his experience, many times people try to evade a patrol car for petty reasons. He said often it is a minor offense like a warrant for a bad check that causes a momentary lapse of judgment. “But whatever it is, it’s not worth dying for,” he said.
–Charbrew
A taste of some painted girls you might find in the Cantina in the near future.
Super Vee Saga Revealed
We bought a Super Vee bike kit in 1999 when the first Generation III models came out. We love it! There’s been a lot of controversy about it but my old man said, “Real men accept challenges and archive their goals. Little boys cry foul and want to lay blame.”
Big Dan is a die hard Chevy man and has been quite disappointed with his Harley from day one. After we received the Super Vee package and started assembling it, we had a few small problems, chrome built-up, make a tab here, weld bracket for an oil cooler, but hey, that’s encountered building any bike!
When I read all the negative bullshit in the press about the Super Vee (especially in Iron Horse and on the Internet from Jim Fedor and Randy Thomason), it makes me sick! These wimps are nothing more than a bunch of crybabies seen as (in my eyes and my old man’s anyway) as pussy Lou bikers.
If they are so smart I’d like to see them design and build their own engine. They can’t and since they know they can’t, they knock down the well-earned accomplishments of Nostalgia Cycle. We figure they are either jealous or real insecure individuals with no life and critcize who do. We have had no problems with our engine and even upgraded ours to be 570 Roller Hydraulic Cam. Man, that Super Vee’s got power. We’ve never felt anything like that in a Harley and the Super Vee stays together under any kind of condition, unlike the Harley.
We’ve put over 20,000 miles on ours with zero problems. Very little maintained other than the standard oil changes, plugs once a year and a little valve adjustment when we changed cams, and that sound. Super Vee has it’s own sound, deep and powerful.
The best part is whereever we go, the Super Vee draws a crowd with its unique and interesting ways. Even at the gas station, people from all walks of life give us thumbs up approval because the Super Vee is American made!
The only negative comments we get are from people of low intelligence who are stuck in a rut with their non achievements and can’t understand the process of advanced technology that can benefit the biker. It’s that frame of mind that keeps bikers down and hurts us over all. Where would we be if society had rejected Henry Ford?
There is nothing wrong with the Super Vee. It’s a great machine that will serve you well. The only problem is people who don’t understand something and point a finger of blame at someone else.
A Supporter of Super Vee — Dusty Rose
After receiving this letter, I decided this was a job for Miss BB. Putting the word out in the wind, I was looking for anyone with information on the Super Vee engine. My phone line was flooded. I had hard-core bikers calling me every hour of the night screaming at me how fucking sick they are of having to listen to all those wanna-be’s. Super Vee was designed by the soul of an old scholar installing his heat into the Super Vee engine.
I was awakened by the sound of a powerful motorcycle pulling up into my driveway, barely coming to a stop at my front door. He revved his engine until I couldn’t ignore him any longer, forcing me to come out. He announced, “No one leaves out the front door until you get your ass on the back of my bike.” The motorcycle happened to be a Nostalgia Cycle Generation III Super Vee Motorcycle. He stared me down, not holding back, not letting go, I told him, “Back up, shit head, so I can get out and get on.”
This biker spent the next three hours packing me all over the freakin place to prove a point. There are so many who talk the talk but only the rare and endangered species (real bikers) walk the walk. My butt has been in the saddle many times, puttin thousands of miles across the country, through the desert, over mountain tops, valleys and dusty roads. Usually at the end of a long ride, my ass and lower back are screamin with pain (but no one knows it because I’m not a pussy). The Super Vee was surprisingly comfortable, I mean I just about damn near fell asleep on the damn thing! No rough idling or shaky frame. No pulling of my body forward from the force of gravidity when coming to any stops or change in mid-range speed because it was built the correct way! And the sound of its engine, in case you forgot it, woke me up in the middle of a dead sleep and my bedroom is on the other end of the house!
All I got to say is, “If you don’t like something then don’t buy it. If I have to explain it to you then you’ll never understand.” Thank you Rat Dog for riding over and giving me the opportunity to find out the truth. I’m still waiting for you to come back and take me for another long ride.
–Miss BB
Continued On Page 2
August 5, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
If you’ve been paying attention to the cover page, you’re probably aware of the fact that our fearless leader tangled with a deer on a Wyoming highway just outside Sturgis this week. He’s still in pretty serious condition, and the doctors are watching him closely, but we expect he’ll make a full recovery in spite of the long road ahead of him. Jon Towle is working up something to remember the occasion, we’ll just have to wait and see what Dr. Dimento comes up with.
Well wishers have been hitting ‘Your Shot,’ and the Bikernet crew would like to thank everyone for their concern and support. If you’d like to send a card or otherwise, there are details on where to send them in the news report on Bandit’s condition here.
Or at least they will be. Digital’s been code hammering out the ordering and download systems to get it ready for public patronage. It should be ready by the end of the week. We’ll feature two to start, including the Time Cycle and Hardtail issues of the screensaver. Watch the homepage for the release.
Buck Lovell, owner of Hardtail, also sent Digital issues 2, 3 and 4 in black and white, to which the reply was “What the fuck?!??!” Buck is re-doing those issues in full color and should have them up on the Web site soon, ready for download.
Meet Mr. Big Bad…. Jon Towle finished up the artwork for Digital’s Rigid about a week ago. The sheetmetal was sent out for paint and the bike is stripped down in pieces waiting to be moved into Digital’s New Garage, which is under construction. We’ll have a new BDL belt drive install, Joker hand control installs and a bunch more stuff coming your way VERY soon in the Wrench’s Garage. Watch for it.
It’s a short news day folks, with all the stuff that’s been happening with El Bandito, but we’ll have the man back tied to his chair and propped up in front of the P.C. hammering out a bigger and better “Sunday Post” in no time flat. NuttBoy’s heading out to the hospital to retrieve the old boy. He plans to strap him to the back of the Blue Flame on a makeshift drag cot that Zebra used to haul his last kill from Florida to L.A. Layla’s got some healin’ in store for him when he gets back from the brink, and Zebra’s threatened to shoot the old boy if he doesn’t get back in shape quick.
Hang on, the ride’s just begun.
August 5, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
If you’ve been paying attention to the cover page, you’re probably aware of the fact that our fearless leader tangled with a deer on a Wyoming highway just outside Sturgis this week. He’s still in pretty serious condition, and the doctors are watching him closely, but we expect he’ll make a full recovery in spite of the long road ahead of him. Jon Towle is working up something to remember the occasion, we’ll just have to wait and see what Dr. Dimento comes up with.
Well wishers have been hitting ‘Your Shot,’ and the Bikernet crew would like to thank everyone for their concern and support. If you’d like to send a card or otherwise, there are details on where to send them in the news report on Bandit’s condition here.
Or at least they will be. Digital’s been code hammering out the ordering and download systems to get it ready for public patronage. It should be ready by the end of the week. We’ll feature two to start, including the Time Cycle and Hardtail issues of the screensaver. Watch the homepage for the release.
Buck Lovell, owner of Hardtail, also sent Digital issues 2, 3 and 4 in black and white, to which the reply was “What the fuck?!??!” Buck is re-doing those issues in full color and should have them up on the Web site soon, ready for download.
Meet Mr. Big Bad…. Jon Towle finished up the artwork for Digital’s Rigid about a week ago. The sheetmetal was sent out for paint and the bike is stripped down in pieces waiting to be moved into Digital’s New Garage, which is under construction. We’ll have a new BDL belt drive install, Joker hand control installs and a bunch more stuff coming your way VERY soon in the Wrench’s Garage. Watch for it.
It’s a short news day folks, with all the stuff that’s been happening with El Bandito, but we’ll have the man back tied to his chair and propped up in front of the P.C. hammering out a bigger and better “Sunday Post” in no time flat. NuttBoy’s heading out to the hospital to retrieve the old boy. He plans to strap him to the back of the Blue Flame on a makeshift drag cot that Zebra used to haul his last kill from Florida to L.A. Layla’s got some healin’ in store for him when he gets back from the brink, and Zebra’s threatened to shoot the old boy if he doesn’t get back in shape quick.
Hang on, the ride’s just begun.
July 29, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
It’s gonna be a quickie Sunday Post folks. Since Bandit’s off to Sturgis, the girls and I have joined forces to keep ourselves entertained while he’s away. We had a party last night here at the headquarters and invited over all our girlfriends. If Bandit only knew how many women were in his house last night he would have turned around and come back! I need to hurry and finish this, we’re tanning in the back and the ice is starting to melt in my margarita.
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Confiscate Guns
It Has Started! Illinois Begins to Confiscate Registered Guns July 16, 2001 – Illinois
The Chicago Police Department and the Illinois State Police have teamed up to make good on Mayor Daley’s pledge that, if it were up to him, nobody would have a gun. Daley and his elite “CAGE” unit are apparently taking advantage of gun privacy loopholes to pinpoint certain individuals for inclusion in the confiscation program. The ISRA is following up on leads in one case that has disturbing implications.
An elderly first-generation Chicago resident was recently paid a visit by an Illinois State Police trooper. After asking to come inside the man’s home, the trooper asked if the man owned a gun – to which he replied yes. The trooper then directed the individual to surrender the firearm. The man complied with the officer’s demand and the trooper left with the gun.
And the story gets better… The gun in question was purchased legally by the man in the 1970s, shortly after he became a U.S. citizen. When Chicago’s infamous gun registration scheme went into effect in the early 1980s, the man registered the firearm as per the requirement. However, over the years, the fellow apparently forgot to re-register the firearm, and forgot to renew his Illinois FOID Card. So…what does this all mean?
In the last edition of The Illinois Shooter, we reported on the activities of a shady taskforce known as the Chicago Anti-Gun Enforcement (CAGE) unit. This elite squad, operated jointly by the Illinois State Police, the Chicago Police Department, and the Cook County State’s Attorney’s Office, supposedly exists to identify illegal gunrunners. However, information gained by the ISRA makes it clear that the CAGE unit is targeting law- abiding citizens, not criminal gunrunners. Thanks to a ruling by a liberal federal judge, the CAGE unit now has the name of every single person in the United States who, since 1992, lawfully purchased more than one handgun in the period of a week. The CAGE unit also has all the makes, models and serial numbers of those guns. In essence, the Chicago Police Department is now registering guns and gun owners nationwide.
The ISRA has also learned that the CAGE unit has compiled a list of families where more than one person in that family holds a FOID card. Acting on that information, the CAGE unit is now contacting gun shops where those families have shopped, and is illegally registering all guns purchased by those families. Now it appears that the CAGE unit is scrubbing Chicago’s gun registration list against the list of FOID card holders. Indications are that folks who have let their registrations and FOIDs lapse will have their guns confiscated. We have to wonder how long it will be until state troopers show up at the doors to confiscate the guns of non-Chicago residents who have let their FOIDs expire.
Always Room For Beer
A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and filled it with rocks about 2 inches in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. “Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
But then… A student named Kelly took the jar that the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a glass of beer. Of course the beer filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full.
The moral of this tale is: That no matter how full your life is, there is always room for BEER.
Criminal – Lawyer?
A Charlotte NC lawyer purchased a box of very rare and expensive ?cigars then insured them against fire, among other things. ?? ???Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great ?cigars and without yet having made even his first premium payment on the policy, the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company. In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost “in a series of small fires.” ?? ???The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason: ?that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion.
???The lawyer sued….and won! ?? ?
??In delivering the ruling, the judge agreed with the insurance company ??that the claim was frivolous. The judge ???stated nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company ?in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that ??it would insure them against fire, without defining what is ???considered to be “unacceptable fire,” and was obligated to pay the claim. ? ??
???Rather than endure a lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance ??company accepted the ruling and paid ???$15,000 to the lawyer for his loss of the rare cigars in the “fires.” ?? ???
NOW FOR THE BEST PART… ?? ???After the lawyer cashed the check, the insurance company had him ?arrested on 24 counts of ARSON! ???With his own insurance claim and testimony from the previous case ?being used against him, the lawyer was convicted of intentionally burning his ????insured property and sentenced him to 24 months in jail and a $24,000 fine. ?? ?
??This is a true story and was the first place winner in the recent Criminal Lawyers Award Contest.
Darwin Award
A police officer in Ohio responded to a 911 call. ?She had no details before arriving, except that someone had reported that his father was not breathing. ?Upon arrival, the officer found the man face down on the couch, naked. ?When she rolled him over to check for a pulse and to start CPR, she noticed burn marks around his genitals. ?After the ambulance arrived and removed the man – who was declared dead on arrival at the hospital – the police made a closer inspection of the couch, and noticed that the man had made a hole between the cushions. ?Upon flipping the couch over, they discovered what caused his death. ?Apparently the man had a habit of putting his penis between the cushions, down into the hole and between two electrical sanders (with the sandpaper removed, for obvious reasons). ?According to the story, after his orgasm, the discharge shorted out one of the sanders, electrocuting him.
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Well, as Bandit would say, that’s it. I’m having the girls over again tonight to watch movies. The only thing is Bandit only has one TV in his house and it’s in his room. We all get to snuggle on his California King!
~Sin
July 29, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
It’s gonna be a quickie Sunday Post folks. Since Bandit’s off to Sturgis, the girls and I have joined forces to keep ourselves entertained while he’s away. We had a party last night here at the headquarters and invited over all our girlfriends. If Bandit only knew how many women were in his house last night he would have turned around and come back! I need to hurry and finish this, we’re tanning in the back and the ice is starting to melt in my margarita.
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Confiscate Guns
It Has Started! Illinois Begins to Confiscate Registered Guns July 16, 2001 – Illinois
The Chicago Police Department and the Illinois State Police have teamed up to make good on Mayor Daley’s pledge that, if it were up to him, nobody would have a gun. Daley and his elite “CAGE” unit are apparently taking advantage of gun privacy loopholes to pinpoint certain individuals for inclusion in the confiscation program. The ISRA is following up on leads in one case that has disturbing implications.
An elderly first-generation Chicago resident was recently paid a visit by an Illinois State Police trooper. After asking to come inside the man’s home, the trooper asked if the man owned a gun – to which he replied yes. The trooper then directed the individual to surrender the firearm. The man complied with the officer’s demand and the trooper left with the gun.
And the story gets better… The gun in question was purchased legally by the man in the 1970s, shortly after he became a U.S. citizen. When Chicago’s infamous gun registration scheme went into effect in the early 1980s, the man registered the firearm as per the requirement. However, over the years, the fellow apparently forgot to re-register the firearm, and forgot to renew his Illinois FOID Card. So…what does this all mean?
In the last edition of The Illinois Shooter, we reported on the activities of a shady taskforce known as the Chicago Anti-Gun Enforcement (CAGE) unit. This elite squad, operated jointly by the Illinois State Police, the Chicago Police Department, and the Cook County State’s Attorney’s Office, supposedly exists to identify illegal gunrunners. However, information gained by the ISRA makes it clear that the CAGE unit is targeting law- abiding citizens, not criminal gunrunners. Thanks to a ruling by a liberal federal judge, the CAGE unit now has the name of every single person in the United States who, since 1992, lawfully purchased more than one handgun in the period of a week. The CAGE unit also has all the makes, models and serial numbers of those guns. In essence, the Chicago Police Department is now registering guns and gun owners nationwide.
The ISRA has also learned that the CAGE unit has compiled a list of families where more than one person in that family holds a FOID card. Acting on that information, the CAGE unit is now contacting gun shops where those families have shopped, and is illegally registering all guns purchased by those families. Now it appears that the CAGE unit is scrubbing Chicago’s gun registration list against the list of FOID card holders. Indications are that folks who have let their registrations and FOIDs lapse will have their guns confiscated. We have to wonder how long it will be until state troopers show up at the doors to confiscate the guns of non-Chicago residents who have let their FOIDs expire.
Always Room For Beer
A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and filled it with rocks about 2 inches in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. “Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
But then… A student named Kelly took the jar that the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a glass of beer. Of course the beer filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full.
The moral of this tale is: That no matter how full your life is, there is always room for BEER.
Criminal – Lawyer?
A Charlotte NC lawyer purchased a box of very rare and expensive ?cigars then insured them against fire, among other things. ?? ???Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great ?cigars and without yet having made even his first premium payment on the policy, the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company. In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost “in a series of small fires.” ?? ???The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason: ?that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion.
???The lawyer sued….and won! ?? ?
??In delivering the ruling, the judge agreed with the insurance company ??that the claim was frivolous. The judge ???stated nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company ?in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that ??it would insure them against fire, without defining what is ???considered to be “unacceptable fire,” and was obligated to pay the claim. ? ??
???Rather than endure a lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance ??company accepted the ruling and paid ???$15,000 to the lawyer for his loss of the rare cigars in the “fires.” ?? ???
NOW FOR THE BEST PART… ?? ???After the lawyer cashed the check, the insurance company had him ?arrested on 24 counts of ARSON! ???With his own insurance claim and testimony from the previous case ?being used against him, the lawyer was convicted of intentionally burning his ????insured property and sentenced him to 24 months in jail and a $24,000 fine. ?? ?
??This is a true story and was the first place winner in the recent Criminal Lawyers Award Contest.
Darwin Award
A police officer in Ohio responded to a 911 call. ?She had no details before arriving, except that someone had reported that his father was not breathing. ?Upon arrival, the officer found the man face down on the couch, naked. ?When she rolled him over to check for a pulse and to start CPR, she noticed burn marks around his genitals. ?After the ambulance arrived and removed the man – who was declared dead on arrival at the hospital – the police made a closer inspection of the couch, and noticed that the man had made a hole between the cushions. ?Upon flipping the couch over, they discovered what caused his death. ?Apparently the man had a habit of putting his penis between the cushions, down into the hole and between two electrical sanders (with the sandpaper removed, for obvious reasons). ?According to the story, after his orgasm, the discharge shorted out one of the sanders, electrocuting him.
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Well, as Bandit would say, that’s it. I’m having the girls over again tonight to watch movies. The only thing is Bandit only has one TV in his house and it’s in his room. We all get to snuggle on his California King!
~Sin
July 22, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
????????So Bandit saunters into the humming headquarters and says, ?Who wants pie?? ??During his tenure as editor at Easyriders, good deeds received a slab of raisin pie. So in his perverse way he was trying to make light of the pain-in-the-ass job writing the weekly news is. ?Everyone of the Bikernet crew tried to avoid it like the plague. ?Usually it falls to the youngest,stupidest, or the guy who complains too much. Even that whiner, Snake clamed up so as to avoid Sunday news duty. ?
?????????It kind of reminds me of the story of the Moose Turd Pie as told by Cousin Al. ??Seems that Al got a job working on a railroad repair crew. ? The railroad provided everything but a cook, assuming one of the crew would be selected for that duty. ?The job of cook always fell to the guy that complained the most about the cooking. ?It made for a lot of sullen but mute workers.
Something’s new in the Digital Discovery area.
?????????When Cousin Al came on board he immediately complained about the crap they were being fed. ?The cook came sauntering out with a big smile on his face, ?If you don?t like it, let?s see what you can do.? ?The cook put the greasy chefs hat on Cousin Al, then gave him a deep bow saying as he did, ?The kitchen?s all yours Al.?
??????????Well, Al thoroughly hated the job, but couldn?t stir a replacement for the job, no matter how bad the food he served was, no body complained. ?One day he was wandering out away from the repair crew who were working to strengthen the road bed, when he spotted a giant moose turd patty. It steamed with odiferous freshness. ?Al came upon a moment of real epiphany, he decided that the solution to his cook job was to bake a Moose Turd Pie. ?Surely, someone would complain about this putrid prairie splat. ??
????????So he set about to create the best Moose Turd Pie worthy of the challenge. ?He made a perfect crust for the pie, pinching the edge of the lower crust at the edge of the tin pan. ?Carefully, he laid the reeking, redolent moose residue on the pie crust, then with strips of dough, made a criss-cross pattern worthy of Martha Stewart. ?
?????????At the conclusion of the moderately palatable meal, Al served the steaming Moose Turd Pie. ?The rest of the crew, knowing the game was afoot, avoided the pie, but the newest on the crew eagerly cut a significant wedge of pie and jabbed a fork into it.
??????????As soon as the forkful of Moose Turd Pie aroused his taste buds, the large railroad worker sprang to his feet and bellowed, ?Damn, that?s Moose Turd Pie!? ?Looking around the room at the rest of the crew and realizing the game, he intoned more respectfully, ?And a damn good one it is.? ?He sat down to finish his wedge of MooseTurd Pie. ?
?????????So if any of you out there don?t like the way I?m hammering out this turgid hunk of prose, I?ve got a steaming hot slab of Moose Turd Pie waitin? for ya?.
–Nuttboy, the morale officer
July 22, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
????????So Bandit saunters into the humming headquarters and says, ?Who wants pie?? ??During his tenure as editor at Easyriders, good deeds received a slab of raisin pie. So in his perverse way he was trying to make light of the pain-in-the-ass job writing the weekly news is. ?Everyone of the Bikernet crew tried to avoid it like the plague. ?Usually it falls to the youngest,stupidest, or the guy who complains too much. Even that whiner, Snake clamed up so as to avoid Sunday news duty. ?
?????????It kind of reminds me of the story of the Moose Turd Pie as told by Cousin Al. ??Seems that Al got a job working on a railroad repair crew. ? The railroad provided everything but a cook, assuming one of the crew would be selected for that duty. ?The job of cook always fell to the guy that complained the most about the cooking. ?It made for a lot of sullen but mute workers.
Something’s new in the Digital Discovery area.
?????????When Cousin Al came on board he immediately complained about the crap they were being fed. ?The cook came sauntering out with a big smile on his face, ?If you don?t like it, let?s see what you can do.? ?The cook put the greasy chefs hat on Cousin Al, then gave him a deep bow saying as he did, ?The kitchen?s all yours Al.?
??????????Well, Al thoroughly hated the job, but couldn?t stir a replacement for the job, no matter how bad the food he served was, no body complained. ?One day he was wandering out away from the repair crew who were working to strengthen the road bed, when he spotted a giant moose turd patty. It steamed with odiferous freshness. ?Al came upon a moment of real epiphany, he decided that the solution to his cook job was to bake a Moose Turd Pie. ?Surely, someone would complain about this putrid prairie splat. ??
????????So he set about to create the best Moose Turd Pie worthy of the challenge. ?He made a perfect crust for the pie, pinching the edge of the lower crust at the edge of the tin pan. ?Carefully, he laid the reeking, redolent moose residue on the pie crust, then with strips of dough, made a criss-cross pattern worthy of Martha Stewart. ?
?????????At the conclusion of the moderately palatable meal, Al served the steaming Moose Turd Pie. ?The rest of the crew, knowing the game was afoot, avoided the pie, but the newest on the crew eagerly cut a significant wedge of pie and jabbed a fork into it.
??????????As soon as the forkful of Moose Turd Pie aroused his taste buds, the large railroad worker sprang to his feet and bellowed, ?Damn, that?s Moose Turd Pie!? ?Looking around the room at the rest of the crew and realizing the game, he intoned more respectfully, ?And a damn good one it is.? ?He sat down to finish his wedge of MooseTurd Pie. ?
?????????So if any of you out there don?t like the way I?m hammering out this turgid hunk of prose, I?ve got a steaming hot slab of Moose Turd Pie waitin? for ya?.
–Nuttboy, the morale officer
July 15, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
New Model Coverage
Enclosed are the latest releases relating to Harley-Davidson’s CVO program – the FLHRSEI Screamin’ Eagle Road King and the FXDWG3 (which is based on the Dyna Wide Glide). Please feel free to give me a call if you need any additional information. Thanks and have a great weekend,
Mike Isaacson
Bellwether Communications (262) 639-9093
Upcoming coverage will include the models mentioned above.
Another Goddamn Blond Joke
A blonde had just totaled her car in a horrific accident. Miraculously, she managed to pry herself from the wreckage without a scratch and was applying fresh lipstick when the state trooper arrived.
“My God!” the trooper gasped. “Your car looks like an accordion that was stomped on by an elephant. Are you OK ma’am?”
“Yes, officer, I’m just fine,” the blonde chirped.
“Well, how in the world did this happen?” the officer asked as he surveyed the wrecked car.
“Officer, it was the strangest thing!” the blonde began. “I was driving along this road when, from out of nowhere, this TREE pops up in front of me. So I swerved to the right, and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was ANOTHER tree! I swerved to the right and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was….”
“Uh, ma’am, there isn’t a tree on this road for 30 miles,” the officer said, cutting her off. “That was your air freshener swinging back and forth.”
Bargain of the Week
I am forwarding this message to folks who know Servi-cars and where to get the pieces. Last resort is that H-D says it has all the blueprints and will make you the parts for a fee. Call customer service in Milwaukee.
Fred Pazanski in B-ham knows where to get lots of that stuff, but I don’t have an address. You can get him through Fred Deeley Imports as he works at the museum. There is a lady affectionately known as Ma (Hopkins), (604) 826-3879, who has been riding a Servi-car for years. She may have a source too… good luck.
–Dan Mc Neil Hey, Dan:
I have a 78 FLH that I put a Servi-car rear end under to convert to a trike. Got the rear end?at the Monroe Swap Meet a few years back. ?I put Strange (a company that makes top fuel dragster parts)?rotors and calipers on it, for binders. Took the brake shell apart and swedged the rotors onto the hub and am using a car master cylinder to carry the extra load of brake fluid.
One of the hubs was really corroded, but I used it anyway when I built the trike (big mistake). It is now really out of round and no longer serviceable. Because it was so bad, the wheel loosened over time and part of the keyway on the axle sheared off.
So I need a new brake shell (the hub, really),?old H-D part number 83800-51, and the left axle, part number 82873-41 (this is the longer of the two axles and measures 26-1/2 inches long). These part numbers come from my old parts catalog published by Antique Cycle Supply Inc. in MI.
Do you have any connections?that could help me find these parts?
Bob Edmons
Director,
North Cascade Washington Chapter, HOG
483 Elderberry St.
Oak Harbor, Wash. 98277
(360) 679-9792
Bandit Finds Perfect Room In Sturgis
Let me know if you are interested. I would highly recommend staying there. It’s three blocks off of Main Street.
Helen Wolfe
Photos@HelenWolfe.com
Official Message From The Thunder Over Dixie Event Archives
We here at Thunder Over Dixie, MDA, which is the official charity for Harley-Davidson, and the dealerships involved in the ride have pledged to make this THE most exciting ride in America. For example, our stop at Killer Creek Harley-Davidson in Roswell, GA will be hosting the Georgia state HOG rally when we arrive. Lots of people, lots of bikes, lots of excitement.
This is going to be a great ride. You’re going to love it.
Most Sincerely,
Beau Allen Pacheco
CEO Thunder Over Dixie
Sturgis Events News Flash There are a LOT more things scheduled already this year than in previous years. Normally a lot of the schedules don’t come out until a week or two before the rally starts. But it appears that folks are a little more organized this year and are getting the different event schedules out earlier than normal. For the most complete schedule of events that we know of, take a look at http://www.Sturgis-Rally.com/schedule.html
If you know of any events that are not listed, please contact us. We’ll list it!
We’re burnin’ daylight and it’s been one helluva weekend. Let’s get the fuck out of here. It started with an afternoon flight to Dallas on Thursday and a meeting with Ed Martin, president of Chrome Specialties. We had sushi and discussed his creative vision and the young innovative builders CSI is working with. The next morning I hit the Solona Gym in Irving, Texas, in Bob Kay’s 32 highboy hotrod, then I interviewed Bob, the leader of Biker’s Choice on aftermarket predictions. We talked about supply and demand and goals of Biker’s Choice after we had lunch with that Texas gentleman Rick Fairless, owner of Easyriders of Dallas. This man is all class and his shop and bar, Stroker’s Icehouse, are packed. Since I was last there, he added Dynasours to the top of his service area behind the bar(?) I checked on the ’28 Shovelhead project and picked up an oil cooler for the Buell.
The next morning I was up at 5 and back on a plane for the bumber-to-bumber coast. Saturday afternoon we installed a new Samson cross-over system on Dr. Hamster’s dresser for the trip to Sturgis. We finished just in time to have dinner with the organizer of the Run for Breath at Charlotte H-D, Mike Pullin. Great guy, the event is next weekend. That night I went to the convention center, where the Harley dealer show was rocking with new factory innovations. They’ve taken a giant step with myriad new products. Next week we’ll start spilling the news on the site. The new Buell will rock you. I’m jealous.
Got up this morning, grabbed a crew of volunteers and headed out to the Beach Ride in Ventura. We ran the bike show while Edgar Winter jammed on the stage. I’m outta here.–Bandit
July 15, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
New Model Coverage
Enclosed are the latest releases relating to Harley-Davidson’s CVO program – the FLHRSEI Screamin’ Eagle Road King and the FXDWG3 (which is based on the Dyna Wide Glide). Please feel free to give me a call if you need any additional information. Thanks and have a great weekend,
Mike Isaacson
Bellwether Communications (262) 639-9093
Upcoming coverage will include the models mentioned above.
Another Goddamn Blond Joke
A blonde had just totaled her car in a horrific accident. Miraculously, she managed to pry herself from the wreckage without a scratch and was applying fresh lipstick when the state trooper arrived.
“My God!” the trooper gasped. “Your car looks like an accordion that was stomped on by an elephant. Are you OK ma’am?”
“Yes, officer, I’m just fine,” the blonde chirped.
“Well, how in the world did this happen?” the officer asked as he surveyed the wrecked car.
“Officer, it was the strangest thing!” the blonde began. “I was driving along this road when, from out of nowhere, this TREE pops up in front of me. So I swerved to the right, and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was ANOTHER tree! I swerved to the right and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was….”
“Uh, ma’am, there isn’t a tree on this road for 30 miles,” the officer said, cutting her off. “That was your air freshener swinging back and forth.”
Bargain of the Week
I am forwarding this message to folks who know Servi-cars and where to get the pieces. Last resort is that H-D says it has all the blueprints and will make you the parts for a fee. Call customer service in Milwaukee.
Fred Pazanski in B-ham knows where to get lots of that stuff, but I don’t have an address. You can get him through Fred Deeley Imports as he works at the museum. There is a lady affectionately known as Ma (Hopkins), (604) 826-3879, who has been riding a Servi-car for years. She may have a source too… good luck.
–Dan Mc Neil Hey, Dan:
I have a 78 FLH that I put a Servi-car rear end under to convert to a trike. Got the rear end?at the Monroe Swap Meet a few years back. ?I put Strange (a company that makes top fuel dragster parts)?rotors and calipers on it, for binders. Took the brake shell apart and swedged the rotors onto the hub and am using a car master cylinder to carry the extra load of brake fluid.
One of the hubs was really corroded, but I used it anyway when I built the trike (big mistake). It is now really out of round and no longer serviceable. Because it was so bad, the wheel loosened over time and part of the keyway on the axle sheared off.
So I need a new brake shell (the hub, really),?old H-D part number 83800-51, and the left axle, part number 82873-41 (this is the longer of the two axles and measures 26-1/2 inches long). These part numbers come from my old parts catalog published by Antique Cycle Supply Inc. in MI.
Do you have any connections?that could help me find these parts?
Bob Edmons
Director,
North Cascade Washington Chapter, HOG
483 Elderberry St.
Oak Harbor, Wash. 98277
(360) 679-9792
Bandit Finds Perfect Room In Sturgis
Let me know if you are interested. I would highly recommend staying there. It’s three blocks off of Main Street.
Helen Wolfe
Photos@HelenWolfe.com
Official Message From The Thunder Over Dixie Event Archives
We here at Thunder Over Dixie, MDA, which is the official charity for Harley-Davidson, and the dealerships involved in the ride have pledged to make this THE most exciting ride in America. For example, our stop at Killer Creek Harley-Davidson in Roswell, GA will be hosting the Georgia state HOG rally when we arrive. Lots of people, lots of bikes, lots of excitement.
This is going to be a great ride. You’re going to love it.
Most Sincerely,
Beau Allen Pacheco
CEO Thunder Over Dixie
Sturgis Events News Flash There are a LOT more things scheduled already this year than in previous years. Normally a lot of the schedules don’t come out until a week or two before the rally starts. But it appears that folks are a little more organized this year and are getting the different event schedules out earlier than normal. For the most complete schedule of events that we know of, take a look at http://www.Sturgis-Rally.com/schedule.html
If you know of any events that are not listed, please contact us. We’ll list it!
We’re burnin’ daylight and it’s been one helluva weekend. Let’s get the fuck out of here. It started with an afternoon flight to Dallas on Thursday and a meeting with Ed Martin, president of Chrome Specialties. We had sushi and discussed his creative vision and the young innovative builders CSI is working with. The next morning I hit the Solona Gym in Irving, Texas, in Bob Kay’s 32 highboy hotrod, then I interviewed Bob, the leader of Biker’s Choice on aftermarket predictions. We talked about supply and demand and goals of Biker’s Choice after we had lunch with that Texas gentleman Rick Fairless, owner of Easyriders of Dallas. This man is all class and his shop and bar, Stroker’s Icehouse, are packed. Since I was last there, he added Dynasours to the top of his service area behind the bar(?) I checked on the ’28 Shovelhead project and picked up an oil cooler for the Buell.
The next morning I was up at 5 and back on a plane for the bumber-to-bumber coast. Saturday afternoon we installed a new Samson cross-over system on Dr. Hamster’s dresser for the trip to Sturgis. We finished just in time to have dinner with the organizer of the Run for Breath at Charlotte H-D, Mike Pullin. Great guy, the event is next weekend. That night I went to the convention center, where the Harley dealer show was rocking with new factory innovations. They’ve taken a giant step with myriad new products. Next week we’ll start spilling the news on the site. The new Buell will rock you. I’m jealous.
Got up this morning, grabbed a crew of volunteers and headed out to the Beach Ride in Ventura. We ran the bike show while Edgar Winter jammed on the stage. I’m outta here.–Bandit
July 8, 2001
By Robin Technologies |
Here’s a sneak preview, but that’s all we can show you for another week
Wild in the streets. I rode about 300 miles this weekend on the recently completed Buell. I was off to Idyllwild in the San Jacinto Mountains. Dr. Ladd Terry, our resident morale officer who helped us refurbish the headquarters, invited me to assist with the re-surfacing of his mountain cabin deck with a fiber board. When a friend calls, you’ve got to be there.
From Friday afternoon until 2:00 p.m. Sunday, I put in 20 strenuous hours hauling and installing 2-by-6 boards of this stuff. I returned in the blazing Sunday sun to the headquarters on the harbor to find a woman in my back yard dressed “only” in one of those mini-skirts made out of T-shirt material. It clung to her like spray paint. She had been lying out in the sun and had just gotten out of the bath and was clean and freshly shaved. Suddenly my fatigue dissipated, my energy returned and, well, let’s get to the news before I nod out.
Here’s Another Winner
Eric Wayner of Barker, N.Y., won a signed copy of “Sam ‘Chopper’ Orwell” for joining the Cantina. Every tenth news member get Ball’s new book.
Something About Marriage–
Why do men die before their wives? They want to.
Easyrider Event Coverage Coming to Bikernet I’m writing a feature about the five-time, top-ranked M.C. sled pull champ Tom McNeilly and his crew of misfits. These guys compete and beat all comers. Most of the guys on the circuit have $25,000 factory and custom-built power plants, but not our heroes. They build ’em from the bone yards for a song, real radical back street style. Nothing pretty here. I overheard No. 2-ranked David Heighs on his cell phone after the race to his engine builder screaming that he just got smoked by some homemade piece of crap!
I have a load of photos from the rodeo as well as sled pulls, barstool races, open drags and my infamous T&A stuff. I’m sending you a few digi-snaps.
— Teddy Bear
Funeral Arrangements
Rick Donison’s head mechanic at O’Hara’s passed away and the funeral will be on July 12, 2001, at 10:00 a.m. at Valley View Memorial Gardens, 14644 72nd Ave., Surrey. Come on your bike, in leathers if possible…
Camp Phoenix: American Burn Camp
Aug. 26 Meet at the Bow Hill Rest Stop, approximately mile marker 236, which is the second rest stop below the border on Interstate 5 at 11:30 a.m. Ride leaves at noon. For more info, contact: Jeep (360) 757-1515 at Skagit Harley-Davidson
Harley Night
Harley Night at Hannigan is confirmed as July 21 by Kelly of V-Twin Super Market. Kelly puts on the wonderful Show N’ Shine there. You may call her at (360) 366-0902
Bikernet Most Wanted
The above bastard on two wheels is wanted nationwide by the Bikernet crew for being a know-it-all digital wizard. If you catch him, bring him in alive. He’s got work to do.
Something About Marriage II
My wife and I are inseparable. In fact, last week it took four state troopers and a dog.
Sturgis Attendance Predictions
We work with a lot of campgrounds and hotel/motels in the Black Hills area and the vast majority are all saying that reservations are about half of last year, but still a little more than 1999. So we predict that the rally won’t be as nuts as last year was for the 60th. That should help to make it a fun rally. Here is a link to some basic attendance info from previous years. http://www.sturgis-rally.com/2kstats.html
That’s it
She’s on her way back over. This week will be out of hand. I need to install a new Samson exhaust system on my Sturgis riding partner’s dresser. I’ve got a set of Joker Machine turn signals for the Buell, and there’s a couple of tweaks to be made before I hit the road. Let’s rock!–Bandit.