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What's wrong with cell phones while splitting lanes. I'm putting this reply in right now on my new iphone in heavy traffic thru downtown LA. I do this all the time and I nev
What's wrong with cell phones while splitting lanes. I'm putting this reply in right now on my new iphone in heavy traffic thru downtown LA. I do this all the time and I nev
Perhaps the thing I love most about being on my bike is *not* having to **** with the phone. My wife, and everyone else knows, when I'm on my bike, I'm not answering calls or replying to text messages.
yep...there it is right there
when I was there this August I hit a pothole on the 15 by the Sahara exit so hard it knocked my headlight right out of the housing. didn't know it till I stopped in the parkade of circus circus. got off and noticed it was hanging there by the wires. and the pothole didn't really look like anything either...just kinda snuck up on me.
Last edited by DinoVelvet; Oct 12, 2010 at 02:30 AM.
when I was there this August I hit a pothole on the 15 by the Sahara exit so hard it knocked my headlight right out of the housing. didn't know it till I stopped in the parkade of circus circus. got off and noticed it was hanging there by the wires. and the pothole didn't really look like anything either...just kinda snuck up on me.
Pothole from hell we found one day was on the PA turnpike late 70's sometime , I'm on a hardtail chopper about 8'6" long with my ex and a buddy following on an old bemmer R65 . I saw it in time to get up on the pegs a bit and we hit , buddy said my old ladys *** cleared the top of the sissy bar only thing keep her on the bike was she got two hands full of my colors and they caught on my nose going up ripped the sides out .
Broke the backbone on my frame , bent both axles & fork tubes plus bent both wheels on the bemmer badly . We got lucking there was an old full service country garage the next exit , had dirt floor in the back and shop full of tools with a welder & old hyd. press . Guy let us pitch tents behind the place and brought food & beer back while letting me deal with the bikes after hours . Wouldn't take any money , old boy said the story alone was going to be good for several Christmas family gatherings .
Last edited by TwiZted Biker; Oct 12, 2010 at 03:32 AM.
oh man I love ridein my Harley on the open road. man what freedom, the wind in my face and the country side, oh wait I got a PHONE CALL, and I NEED TO TEXT ...
sorry some of you dont have a clue what freedom is.
if that call isnt so important that youd give up ridein for, then hit the side of the road and do your business. odds are high that yur only going to **** off lady luck like that a certian ammount of times till she smacks you down, and look arround at all the folks who dont get up.
you see how few of us on here have been ridein 30 and 40 yrs, thats cause **** happens and there are fewer every yr you ride. **** happens to good riders who are careful and lots of **** happens to fools who ride........
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