Friday, May 30, 2003

This guy I know carries around a bible version called " extreme word " oh brother .
Scrubbing a swimming pool for a few hours with a brush in the end of a long pole woks out some odd muscle groups .

Thursday, May 29, 2003

Oh my god this bitch must be crazy,the one across the street parked in front of my house oh oh its lucky I am nice because I really want to set it on fire . I mean once a friend of mine parked in front of her house for two days and she leaves me a note ( I was home all day that day( coward she is) about hoe I am sure I appreciate my parking spaces and so does she what the fuck ever so I left a note on her car asking her if she has lost her mind . hmmmmm I wonder if I can download a copy of the anarchists cookbook hahaha.
Ok this one is better i am graffing it up as much as possible with my limited skill i just go mess with the code and see what happens wheeeeee.

Sunday, May 25, 2003

Yeah I dont like the template I am using but the server is all messed up so I have to just be frustrated Plus w.bloggar isnt able to connect right now BOOOOOOOO
Ok lets for a moment talk about something that no one seems to get upset about but me . This is memorial day weekend as such many law enforcement agencies find it a good time to hassle the public via seat belt checks cleverly marketed as" clickit or ticket " .Ok I agree that seat belts are a good idea and all but being that we live in what is called a free country I feel that if I want to choose to be an idiot and not wear a seat belt that is my business and not the job of the government to make sure I keep my self safe . The worst part is that our government really could care less about my safety what they really care about is keeping the insurance lobby and the industry it supports happy and what keeps them happy is not paying out any claims and keeping all the money we are forced to give them by the same government that made the seat belt and other annoying laws .Do you see a trend here? I find that any law that generally most laws that infringe on our rights or make not so much sense can be traced back via the money trail to the insurance industry. I will illustrate, first you have to carry insurance in order to drive a car ,even if you are extremely wealthy or have enough money to equal the amount of insurance you carry held in an account solely for that purpose you still have to carry insurance to get a liscence for your car . Second the most annoying laws are the ones that keep you from supposedly hurting yourself like seat belts ,helmets etc. .If I fly out the front window of my car of slam into the steering wheel I really am not hurting anyone but myself am I not permitted in this "free" country to be an idiot no ,why, because I might cost the insurance industry some of the money I pay them .The thing other than my freedom ,hurt by me bashing my head into the pavement as I crash my motorcycle is the insurance company that covers my health insurance. Why do you suppose the government cares about the insurance industries bank account, well that is where all the extra lobbyist money that goes right into their campaign fund or in their pockets for the more shady politician . So really our rights are determined not by a majority of the people but by a few wealthy groups who want nothing but to become wealthier. Keep in mind I cant really prove any of this its just what I think.

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

I found this at Heavy Duty Cycles I thought it was cool so
I republished it ,wthout permission of course.


Ahh. The dreaded Sportster Knee. The Milwaukee Crippler is worn like a
badge of courage by some. Many are unfortunate, or fortunate as the case
may be, to have experienced this excruciating time honored ritualistic
Harley rite of passage into manhood. Only in Harleydom can a disfiguring
scar become a thing of beauty and tenure. Tenure is automatically earned
by a bonebreaking or scarring roadrash accident. It is the fast track out
of being
designated a new rider. Graduation is also earned through the debilitating
injury known affectionately as Sportster Knee. You can earn the
fascinated, admiring glances of the nouveau by grimacing your face in pain
each time a step is taken on your bad "kicker" leg as the knee slips in
and out of it’s damaged mating joint. Sometimes the afflicted veteran will
have to proudly walk with the kicker foot splayed out to the side as the
knee locks past the normal 90-degree angle. You’ve all seen these people.
The advent of the electric start and the resultant demise of the kicker
have largely wiped out this affliction. This e-start antibiotic that cured
Sportster Knee is looked down upon by these grizzled old guys with their
gray beards. They came from an era were men were men and women rode on the

The Callused Thumb

To have a right thumb callused from pushing an electric start is the tell
tale mark of a lower social class. By the way; please don’t get mad at my
politically incorrect comments. I’m only having fun describing "the way it
was." You see these guys at any Harley event. They hobble with
abandonment, having adapted to their mild disabling long ago. Most have
graduated to a more comfortable bike with an electric start since their
puberty rites into manhood are well established. They have earned the
right?something that money cannot buy. Others are supremely proud and keep
kicking their beloved Sportsters?..with the other leg?.for they have
learned how to avoid a doubling disablement. You see them standing beside
their bike facing to the front. Holding the handlebars, they search for
the compression stroke gently pushing down with their left leg as the
steady themselves on their "bad" right leg. When the gentle pushes that
indicate the intake or exhaust strokes are suddenly and firmly rebuffed by
the advent of the compression stroke, it is time to propel the body up.
Still grasping the handlebars, the veteran kicker, uses the resisting kick
pedal to help the upward motion of the rest of his body. This is necessary
to get all of the weight of the rider above the kicker to use both
bodyweight and muscle to propel the kicker around and down forcefully and
masterfully. For the kicking leg must be the boss?.showing fear through
hesitation will only result in the kick gears nefariously slipping.
Lacking determination to finish this job properly, once started, will
indicate weakness to the kick gears. They will delightfully use left over
compression to snap back, with disastrous results, for he who showed fear.

The XL Kicker: A Primitive Lifeform

Now, the reader begins to understand. These supposedly inanimate gears are
really a primitive lifeform that can sense fear, indecision or hesitation.
They react instinctively to cripple their prey. Furthermore; they need to
be taken care of and treated with respect or they get very cranky. Yes,
indeed. Take them for granted and they will lie in wait for the
opportunity to slip suddenly which will extend your leg past 90 degrees at
and against the knee joint. Or, they might suddenly kick back with the
help of their old pal "Compression." This folds your knee, albeit in the
right direction but so fast that it strains the tendons and ligaments.
Tired or cocky? Well, that’s when the gears turn the show over to
Compression to strut his stuff. The contest begins as Compression tries to
throw the hapless rider over the handlebars. How far is the only question.
This is the equivalent to Harleydom’s game of shotput. Let the gear teeth
round from inattention or not replace that kick start bushing as she wears
beyond tolerance, or heaven forbid, allow the kick start cam plate to get
unsightly gouges and the Sportster rider is about to be taught a painful
lesson. For those in the know; whenever a Sporty rider goes to kick over
the Beast, it is time to readjust the chair and take a sip of beer. The
contest is about to begin. Will the rider get admiring glances from
onlookers as he gently seeks the compression stroke? Not until he launches
himself up over the kicker, follows through with determination and
authority, hears the engine begin to cough, quickly blips the throttle to
change the cough into a roar of appreciation as the Beast rumbles to life.
Ahhhh! There’s nothing sweeter. Or! Does the sly Fox slip, sending the
wounded rider to the ground writhing in agony as pity etches the faces of
the onlookers. Orrrr! Does the predatory beast send the rider over the
handlebars to display its strength over a mere mortal much to the
merriment and derision of the crowd. No matter which of the three
scenarios occur, it is of great interest to the Harley crowd. This is
entertainment, Harley style, living or dying on the moment.The Big Twin
had a more engaging kickstart, so to speak. It was tame. It might slip
when badly worn or kick back occasionally in a lackadaisical way. Maybe
the Sportster has a small man complex, out to prove his virility at every
opportunity. "Come on, ya mother! Think ya can fool with me. I’ll show
ya!" And show you it does!

The Cause: Cranky Gears

The Sportster kicker was available on all Flathead K’s from 1952 to 1966
and the Overhead valve models, the XLCH, from 1957 to 1979. In 1980 the
XLH designating electric start officially ended the era of Sportster Knee.
Unofficially it continues unabated as there are tens of thousands of
kickers still out there. As I’ve stated elsewhere, the Big Twin is not so
much an issue because it’s gears mesh more effectively. There are also
more teeth to mesh. Furthermore, when the kickstart bushing wears, the Big
Twin will whine incessantly until it is fixed while the Sportster quietly
awaits prey.
So what’s the proper way to kick a Harley, especially the Sportster, to
avoid the crippler?
I’ve started my Panhead with my arm. It’s something I had to learn after
watching a guy do it around 1968. It was the most impressive, cool thing I
think I ever saw at that time of my life when testosterone ruled
everything. Put quite simply, the Sportster kickstart is a Mickey Mouse
setup. If it were available today in the same form, the lawsuits would be
staggering. The modern rider would not put up with this Factory installed
disabling device. I can still do it on a bet but it is something better
left to another era that was very much different from today. But, now, on
with the technique. First, seek the compression stroke. Launching the kick
depends on your weight, technique and confidence level. The height of the
bike is important to me. If not too high, I stand on the ground with my
left leg to the back while I kick over the bike with my right. If this is
awkward, I’ll hop up onto the kicker and use all my weight, letting my
left leg act as a balancer as I plunge through the half circle. Others
feel comfortable, kneeling on the seat with their right knee and kicking
down with their left. And, of course, those with injured right legs or
knees kick down with their left using the right to balance in the air. The
key is to follow all the way through. The kicker doesn’t stop on its
internal pin until past the 90 degree mark. This is the mistake most make.
They stop when the kicker is perpendicular to the ground or worse before.
Follow through past this point about another 10 or 15 degrees towards the
front of the bike. Do this and there will be no compression to snap your
knee back or throw you over the bars. Beware, as the Predator waits for
those who ignore this advice. If the gears slip, do the same. Follow all
the way down and through until your leg is extended out and locked and you
will be fine. Of course when this happens, it is time to do the necessary
repairs to thwart the Beast from injuring your knee.
So there, you have it.
The ins and outs of the dreaded Sportster Knee?.from a time gone by.

Monday, May 12, 2003

Did I mention I hate the Bitch across the street ,no really I wish she would get a long lasting and extremely painful disease .It seems she is the one who constantly calls all sort of ignorant government sheep so toe enlist them to hassle me about everything from a car parked (behind my house out of her sight ) for a week with a wheel off ,to too many sticks in a pile in my yard. I hate her knowing that hate is a strong word .May the cat trapping phone calling bitch die of bone cancer .