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I just got a new LePera seat for my Harley. It only has eyes for my ass.
BMW K1200LT. Iron Butt.
Don’t ever ride a hardtail Harley. I’m tellin ya. you gotta pull that thing over every 20 miles and wizz like a racehorse. Beer? fagetaboutit.
I saw a horrible Carradine movie years and years ago. There was a continental race at the turn of the century and Ol’ Kung Fu was a biker.
He had a huge old Indian, if I remember correctly. At one point he comes to a railroad trestle spanning a canyon and pauses long enough to warn his back seater to “kiss your kidneys goodbye!” before he jammed on across.
Years later I helped a friend out by ferrying his Harley hardtail from Twentynine Palms, CA, to his folks’ place in east San Diego County. Over back and out and out desert roads. Trying to keep up with him on his other ride, because his directions sucked.
I peed blood for the first time since football after that little adventure.
Just as long as there aren’t pictures of matchsticks that I really could care less about.
Hey. It’s Friday. This was a stupid long week I thought. I thought it was gonna get better when the DHL man showed up with the coffee but nope, not so much, really. Who had a good week is that Sarah Palin.
Couldn’t find no matchsticks, so I found one about beer nuts
That kinky beer bondage is kinda hot.
Jeff G.
MAJOR COMPLAINT(just for urgency)!!!!!: You need a dodad in the url thingy. Right now Samizdata.net’s dodad is marking Protein Wisdom in my Firefox bookmarks.
Back to whatever.
Rode my ’69 Harley from Monterey, CA to Washington DC. My ass and legs were numb/tingly/searing with pain for a full week afterwards.
Deep, man. deep.
Oh, yeah, the Motorcycle Seat Fallacy. Debunked in the late 50s.
It’s my guess that the bike with the best seat is also better performing, more maneuverable, and more quickly adapts to changes in the road too…
And you don’t have to worry about the shenanigans of any of the other riders causing the bike to crash; regardless of how well you were following the proper procedures…
I live in NYC, and previously in Washington DC, and although in those environs bikes seem more convenient, in reality riding one means taking your life into your hands!
I haven’t ridden real motorcycle in over 25 years; only scooters in Europe and the Carribean…
I have a hard-tail Harley, but the thing that keeps me going, mile after mile, is my customized foam injection seat.
Also means I can leave the keys in.
My 1963 BMW R60/2 had a solo seat that scrunched real close to the 6 gallon Heinrich tank. You had to be real careful or it would pinch your thighs something fierce. When I was 18 I rode it from central Florida to Canada and back. Those were the days, 6 weeks, 4500 miles on 60 bucks.
Stay out of my bike’s mentation. SEATIST!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJbFVJvRqOQ
Duuuuude,
Great pull on the Guess Who video…Takin’ me back to my misspent youth!
The bike with the biggest seat carries the most riders; but the bike with the best seat worries about only one.
How true. But the real question in my case is, do you want to live or do you want to love women.
I think it’s more about the tension between the individual and the collective. I know cause NPR says that technology what threatens the collective is bad bad bad.
Is there an “individualist” section for the forth coming O! re-education camps? Or is it “all collective all the time”?
dre,
You can be as individual as you like…As long as what you like is to be like everyone else…
Imagination is the key cause you are your own destiny I think.
Re-education camps. Hmmm. With Bill Ayers leading the education. Bahney Fwank could swing by and visit and take his pick from the younger students.
“Right now Samizdata.net’s dodad is marking Protein Wisdom in my Firefox bookmarks.
Back to whatever.”
Mine has the Instapundit radio tower thing which always reminds me of the end of the “Rocky Horror Picture Show”
The armadillo would be cool and distintive.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUEQz5dltmI
camps?
Is it possible to do a “Homestead” againsts the “collectivists”. It helps if there are waterways available!!!
I think it’s more about the tension between the individual and the collective. I know cause NPR says that technology what threatens the collective is bad bad bad.
It’s simple: first you go to Guyana, then you take the cyanide. Problem solved.
Mojo, back at #17 –
Sweet. Nice audio, too.
How many “carbon credits” did Gwen buy?
>>Is it possible to do a “Homestead†againsts the “collectivistsâ€Â. It helps if there are waterways available!!!
*sounds* great, but it never works. Half the time, you’re talking collectivisation to combat the collectivists, which is on its face dumber than horseshit.
After that, you’re talking some kinda wackos, like the Waco cult, and the government will just invade, so you’d think we’d learn from that and adjust accordingly.
Anyway, any time I’m in a group of people and agreeing with them all, I just get heartburn.
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Being of Hunky background, that’s why I am a fan of Henry Clay Frick.
Andrew Carnegie is a Liberal tool.
I confess to not getting that one, dre.
Yea I like “private property”. But Fannie Mae is out there.
I lay back on the one seat – for just a little while – woke up, startled, realized I’d been dreaming. Swear I saw the little fella dance!
Considering the markets and politics of the last week, one realizes the biggest and best seats are meaningless without pretentious shocks and struts.
What’s a one seat? Is it like a chair?
The bike of my wilder (early 20’s) days. The 750cc Norton Commando, except mine was red.
Enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zO3y8JyU5QE
I sincerely hope this is before everybody’s time…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bhDwx9D78w
but I love my Grandma … many years gone now. Not a Bone Mama herself, just the mother of motorcycle racer (my uncle). But she loved Elvis, and good jazz, Sarah Vaughn, Frank Sinatra (when he was still skinny), and even Homer and Jethro, and she passed it on to me.
God bless her eclectic soul.
I bought a big pillow Mustang seat for my wife. I keep the stock “50 mile” seat on the Sporty and swap it out when she rides.
What I would pay to see Sonny Barger and friends confront a pack of faux anarchists at a moonbat rally, like they did to a 60s anti war rally in Berkeley.
Hows that for a tie-in to current events?
“dre,
You can be as individual as you like…As long as what you like is to be like everyone else…”
But then he’d be a liberal…..
Oh. Reeducation.
Now I get it.
O!
“Man can be chained, but he cannot be domesticated.”
-Robert A. Heinlein
I googled images and the web and this whole one seat concept is not exactly a megatrend apparently.
The bike of my wilder (early 20’s) days. The 750cc Norton Commando, except mine was red.
The 1971 Norton 750 Commando Fastback had the worst seat in the history of bikes. I think there is a clause prohibiting it in the European Convention on Human Rights. My ass hurts just remembering it.
Oops. Here’s the booger. Pretty, but painful.
Silver Whistle,
I don’t recall how comfortable or not it was, too young to care no doubt.
My main recollections are; fast as hell, I loved riding it full out on winding blacktop country roads. Hard starting mother as all English bikes seemed to be then at least. And lastly, never use the side stand on asphalt in the summer unless you put something larger and flat between the stand and the asphalt.
What is the definition of the word “quality?”
The sitter upon the seat and the sitting upon the seat do not exist without the seat, but an empty seat retains its seatness.
My great-grandfather rode Indian Motorcycles and was one of the first Harley Davidson mechanics in the state of North Carolina. My grandfather rode Indians, Triumphs and Harleys. My mother was just 6 months old when she was taken on a 5 hour ride by her parents (my grandparents) to the beach on my grandfathers Triumph. Bikes are in my genes and in my blood. Nothing sounds sweeter than a Harley cranking down on it.
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