Monday, February 23, 2009

In Honor of the Women I've Loved

There are times when men should just lighten up and let the women we know enjoy a nice quiet poem such as this one.

A WOMAN'S POEM

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...

Like his mother used to do.


Thanks to my little Sis for sending this to me and reminding me what You Momma would do.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Concerning My Previous Post

First, Ann questioned whether the pictures were staged and it got me wondering why he was still hanging until the cops and ambulance had arrived.

Then when Mr. Motorcycle commented that he wondered if the biker in my previous post really lived, I tried to find out. The following is an update that should answer all questions.

This article was copied from the Tulsa World.

BA motorcyclist topping 120 mph slams into truck, dies

By Staff Reports
Published: 4/18/2007 3:33 AM
Last Modified: 3/3/2008 2:08 PM


A Perkins man dies in an unrelated crash.

Two men died this week in separate motorcycle crashes, including one in which a man slammed his cycle into the back of a truck on a Tulsa highway at more than 120 mph.

Dead are Brandon Lee White, 26, of Broken Arrow, and Gary Arden Hazelbaker, 62, of Perkins.

The Tulsa collision happened about 1 a.m. Tuesday, Officer Jason Willingham said.

Police said witnesses reported that White's motorcycle appeared to be going at least 120 mph when it crashed into the truck on U.S. 169south of 81st Street.

Police said the truck driver reported hearing a bump and then seeing debris from the motorcycle going past him. When he managed to pull over, he saw that a man was embedded in the back of his trailer, police said.

White was dead at the scene.

Hazelbaker died Monday afternoon after apparently having a heart attack and crashing his motorcycle about 4:30 p.m. in Payne County.

The cycle ran off Oklahoma 33 about two miles west of Perkins, and Hazelbaker was thrown about six feet, the Oklahoma Highway Patrol reported.

He was taken to the OU Medical Center in Oklahoma City, where he died shortly after 8 p.m., the OHP reported.

Hazelbaker had not been wearing a helmet, troopers said.

After I found that article I went a bit farther and looked it up on Snopes. The pictures are even more graphic on the Snopes site.

I feel sorry for Brandon's family, but no amount of State sponsored motorcycle laws, or clubs that didn't serve alcohol would save someone traveling 120 MPH on a highway that is known for late night high speed driving and motorcycle trick riding. It is not just a case of boys being boys either as demonstrated when it happened again, just a week later, to someone who was at Brandon's funeral.

So, my friend had good intentions, but I'm more of a 70 MPH kind of guy in my old age. Youth is wasted on the young and I had my share of close calls by being stupid and I am thankful that none of them killed me.

You Be The Judge

A friend sent this to me. I won't make any comment, you can be the judge.


Friday, February 20, 2009

Updates

I've been preoccupied in my own little world the past couple of weeks. Those that know me know it isn't anything I want to talk about. It is just sometimes my feeble little brain goes on vacation and forgets to take the rest of me with it. So, I wake up at 3:00 AM on a Friday and can't get back to sleep and think maybe my brain is back. Who knows?

Three weeks ago I did have the pleasure of meeting Ann and Big D who are fellow bloggers from the Phoenix area. We met on their turf at the monthly BACA meeting. Because of their bike being down, parts chasing, and the threat of rain we didn't get to go have the planned drink. So, Ann and Big D, I still owe you one.

It has rained in Phoenix for the past three weekends. That unusual weather has caused the riding lessons for Louise to come to a stop and she isn't happy about it. The weather is supposed to be great this weekend and hopefully Sunday our schedules will allow us to meet up and get her out on the road to get some experience.

Saturday the sidecar is getting unhooked and remounted. I am going to start over from the beginning and try to realign it. It just doesn't seem to roll freely and the tires don't look like they are tracking on center. Other than that it is great.

Great and getting better. This is my new buddy Pongo. He is a ten month old Shepard mix, rescued from the pound, dog park friendly, cat loving, future sidecar riding, ball of energy. I'm letting him get settled in his new home and this weekend I will introduce him to the wonderful life of riding. I'm hoping he adapts as well to that as he did to riding in the truck.

My agenda this weekend also includes installing an oil temperature gauge in Petunia. With the added weight of the sidecar and summer coming up I purchased an oil cooler from Ebay, but want to see how hot it is running before putting it on for comparison. I've read many different opinions about the necessity of an oil cooler and it seems there are as many for as against. So, having the oil temp gauge can't hurt and if it runs too cool I can remove the cooler, or block it off.

I hope that all in Blogger land have weather this weekend that allows for at least a short ride. I know I'm thankful that it is getting warmer here. Yes, even though the lows have stayed in the mid 40s, I'm still happy when it warms up because I am spoiled with our almost perfect winter weather.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Sidecar & New Rider Report

The first 1000 miles are on the sidecar. It is an efficient grocery getter, it was a great way to get to the bowling alley, Jersey, Louise's Boxer puppy liked it, and it meets the expectations I had when I made the decision to get it. But, truthfully it hasn't been all roses.

Most of the miles have been on city surface streets, in traffic, and around 45 MPH. Typical of sidecars, from experience and reading about them, left turns are no problem, but right handers tend to be a bit more of an adventure. This one really wants to leave the ground on occasion. Even knowing it is going to happen hasn't eliminated the puckering that accompanies the event. I began to realize that I was cutting the corners to short, or squaring them off, and that added to the problem. So, making adjustments to my riding I continued.

Becoming more confident in my skills I headed out to Gilbert to see my dad. Freeway riding at 70, in traffic, with a cager who wanted a closer look, riding just at my right rear quarter, drifting toward me, and then the first right hand bend in the road. I throttled back, but still thought I could feel the sidecar begin to lift. I touched the brakes and the cage veered away. I leaned into the sidecar and it backed down to the ground and successfully completed the turn, but exited at 55. That was excitement that I didn't want and it wasn't even the turn I was worried about.

The rest of the ride to dads and back wasn't any problem because I adjusted prior to entering all corners to just below the suggested speed limit. While I am generally happy with the way the sidecar tracks and handles I believe I am going to completely loosen her up and try to readjust her with the nose in a slight tilted forward position. Maybe even try to move her closer to Petunia if that is possible. Everything I read tells me when you hit the Sweet Spot you will be glad you didn't say, "Close is good enough."

New Rider Training Continues

Louise was out again in her quest to become a rider. A quick review of last time and she was off without any problems. And then three little turds showed up on bicycles. Remembering my youthful intentions I got her stopped and asked them to leave. "Who are you?" they asked. "You can't tell us what to do! This is our school. Can you be here? What is she doing?" OK, so this wasn't going to be as easy as just asking them to leave. I started toward them and in my best playground teacher voice yelled,"GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!" They reluctantly began to retreat, but for the next ten minutes sat across the street taking turns acting like they were coming back. Thankfully they weren't the kind of kids who were looking for trouble and got tired of the game and left.

Louise progressed to using the rear brake to stop and doing figure eights to the left and right. The real progress is she began to switch from left to right figure eights without having to stop between them. This from a woman who didn't want to turn from a stop just a few days ago. She also began to tighten up her turns and before the session ended was only using half of the parking lot to do double 8s. During these turns I wished I had taken my camera because her head movement, looking where she was going, was textbook perfect and Irondad would have been proud. I don't think I do as well with that as she did.

She called me the next night and said she felt the parking lot was getting boring. That can only mean one thing. Louise is ready to tackle the street.

Monday, February 2, 2009

With Regret My Friends

It is with deepest regret I report the following:

Punxsutawney (punx-suh-TAW'-nee) Phil's forecast was announced in front of thousands of revelers gathered at Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney, about 65 miles northeast of Pittsburgh. They gathered Monday morning in near freezing temperatures, with many revelers buoyed by the Super Bowl victory by the Pittsburgh Steelers Sunday night.

While the little beast was making the prediction, I noticed that wry smile knowing the Steelers had slipped by our Arizona Cardinals in the Super Bowl. But, at least we have the sun.