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I’d be having what my Dad used to call a “frank and open” conversation with him....
Actually, I did talk to one guy, a Sicillian from Bellville, Jimmy Soprano (that's his real name). I asked him if he knew who let the air out of my tires and all I got was a," Aye! No fuck a way, pal." But I did make out good there. I bought one guy's Sportster for $1,300 and a KZ900 in a basket with assorted competition car parts, Craiger SS mags, an Edelbrock manifold, a Holley 4 barrel carb and headers all for 350 bucks. I went home and immediately sold the KZ9 for $350 to a mechanic down the street from my house. He rebuilt it and rode it only once. It was so fast, it scared the shit out of him. Then I gave the rest of the car parts to my friend Andy who helped me put the Sportster back together and paint it after I hit a pole. The week after I cracked it up I found an add in the Want Add Press which said," Harley Parts, Rock and Roll Band Equipment." I hobbled over to this private house with Andy.There were two 17 year old kids, there with really long hair. They had guitars, amps, mixers and a basement wall full of Harley parts hanging on pegs. There were no frames to be seen. I got a front fender, fork tubes, a shifter peg and handle bars all for a hundred bucks even. The only thing left to buy was a new battery.( the old one flew out and cracked ) As we carried the stuff out, my fiend Andy said, "All this shit must be hot." (That didn't occur to me) We had it back together before I could walk. And I was right back in the saddle. My only regret was that I wrecked the original handle bars, which had all the cables running through them and it did look cleaner that way. I didn't really like the Harley, though. It was too grumpy. I would hit the gas and it might do any of three things; it was so torquey, you might lose your grip on the bars, or stand up in a wheely , or burn out like a big ol' Cadillac. And it was LOUD. And I started to get "Sportster knee" a stiff knee from kicking a Sportster with the timing advanced and no compression release. The next year, I sold the Harley to the first guy that came to look at it for $2850 . He said he really liked my ad in the Want Add Press. All it said was, " '71 Sportster, kicker, clean and mean. $2850 firm."
 
Actually, I did talk to one guy, a Sicillian from Bellville, Jimmy Soprano (that's his real name). I asked him if he knew who let the air out of my tires and all I got was a," Aye! No fuck a way, pal." But I did make out good there. I bought one guy's Sportster for $1,300 and a KZ900 in a basket with assorted competition car parts, Craiger SS mags, an Edelbrock manifold, a Holley 4 barrel carb and headers all for 350 bucks. I went home and immediately sold the KZ9 for $350 to a mechanic down the street from my house. He rebuilt it and rode it only once. It was so fast, it scared the shit out of him. Then I gave the rest of the car parts to my friend Andy who helped me put the Sportster back together and paint it after I hit a pole. The week after I cracked it up I found an add in the Want Add Press which said," Harley Parts, Rock and Roll Band Equipment." I hobbled over to this private house with Andy.There were two 17 year old kids, there with really long hair. They had guitars, amps, mixers and a basement wall full of Harley parts hanging on pegs. There were no frames to be seen. I got a front fender, fork tubes, a shifter peg and handle bars all for a hundred bucks even. The only thing left to buy was a new battery.( the old one flew out and cracked ) As we carried the stuff out, my fiend Andy said, "All this shit must be hot." (That didn't occur to me) We had it back together before I could walk. And I was right back in the saddle. My only regret was that I wrecked the original handle bars, which had all the cables running through them and it did look cleaner that way. I didn't really like the Harley, though. It was too grumpy. I would hit the gas and it might do any of three things; it was so torquey, you might lose your grip on the bars, or stand up in a wheely , or burn out like a big ol' Cadillac. And it was LOUD. And I started to get "Sportster knee" a stiff knee from kicking a Sportster with the timing advanced and no compression release. The next year, I sold the Harley to the first guy that came to look at it for $2850 . He said he really liked my ad in the Want Add Press. All it said was, " '71 Sportster, kicker, clean and mean. $2850 firm."
***** Tonight just after dark , a line storm came through. It was in the mid 60's today and I went for the first bicycle ride of the year. Then at 7ish, I heard this whooshing outside and thought it was a tornado, but it was 60 mph straight line winds with penny sized hail and torrents of rain with a ton of lightning strikes for 20 minutes. The Ides of March...
 
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Central Oregon High Desert feels great !
 
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Full moon rising over the wind turbines. It got up to 8 C today and I was out clearing all the wind pruned branches up.
From my back yard I can see about a dozen turbines without moving my feet. I hear they make a lot of juice when the wind blows.
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Sunset 5 minutes earlier at the front of the house.
 
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Full moon rising over the wind turbines. It got up to 8 C today and I was out clearing all the wind pruned branches up.
From my back yard I can see about a dozen turbines without moving my feet. I hear they make a lot of juice when the wind blows.
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Sunset 5 minutes earlier at the front of the house.
Driving across the northern tier of the country a couple of years ago we saw wind farms that went for miles on cattle farms and crop fields.
 
southwest riding rules
41 degrees and rain all day. Accuweather said this is the last super moon of 2019, during the vernal equinox, but it's also called the "Worm Moon" as worms come out of the ground during this time and birds feast on them, the first true sign of spring. Also a good time to start fishing.
 
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It actually rained slush. Got dark and sounded like a storm outside for 15 minutes and when it was over I glanced outside and there was slush on everything. Not snow or hail.
 
Today will be 90 degrees, our first of the year.
This is just the warning shot. Gird your loins! Summer is almost here! :eek:
You guys all look forward to summer, to me it signals the riding season is drawing to a close!
Ride evenings with the deer armadillos and coyotes! HINT LED headlight.
 
Today will be 90 degrees, our first of the year.
This is just the warning shot. Gird your loins! Summer is almost here! :eek:
You guys all look forward to summer, to me it signals the riding season is drawing to a close!
Yeah, but it's dry, bone dry. When it's 90 on the Eastern Seaboard, it's so humid, you start breathing like a guppy. I drove across the Great Divide, an indescernable rise that went for 50 miles. And it was so hot and dry my friends and I had to douse our heads and blue jean jackets at a gas station from their water hose. The next station was another 10 miles. By the time we got there we were completely dry again. We did it three times.
 
Snow has almost all melted off my yard and it's finally warm enough to work in my unheated garage if I wear a jacket.
First job was to de-box and assemble my Princess Auto bargain trailer dolly.
Tried to move the trailer with it but the trailer's wheels are still frozen to the ground.
 
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