I just gotta say how much I love online personals. Yes, that's sarcasm. But the letters from Bulgaria and Poland or wherever are fucking awesome, and that's not sarcasm. They're usually deleted by the site before I can read them since they're obviously mass mailings that go out to everyone. Here's the last one I caught before it got canned:
Hello!!! My name is Mariya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How yours affairs??? You are surprised to my letter???;
Dear I, has very much liked me yours profile.;
And I wish enter with you contact. It would be more convenient,;
if you will write to me, on mine e-mail: mariyacvetok@rambler.ru
I with impatience wait for your letter!!! Your photos!!!Dialogue with you.
Once again, my e-mail: mariyacvetok@rambler.ru;
With the best regards, sincerely, yours Mariya!!!!
I think she meant to say "I wish enter you with contact." That sounds better.
Your photos!!!!!Dialogue with you. Mariya!!!!!!!!!!!
Now then, I forgot to mention about the last trip to Colorado where Dad, me, and my sister's husband Gordon talked his father into going on a motorcyle ride. He actually has a bike liscence but hadn't been on one since high school or something. He took my Dad's sportster and had an absolute blast. until... Dad & I had gotten ahead (nice twisty river canyon road) so we pulled off at a bar/gas station to wait for them. Eventually they come along, but they weren't seeing us. Gordon's ahead paying attention to the road, his Dad is eyeing the harleys parked at the bar. My Dad raises his arm to wave them down, I open my mouth and start to say "you shouldn't do that" when Gordon sees him with juuust enough time to brake hard which he did without checking his mirrors. A half second later his Dad looks up to see Gordon nearly stopped directly in front of him. He panicked and locked the front up, it slid out from under him. In front of a half dozen bikers of course. -Who, by the way, all jumped up to give assistance while a ranger actually got in his bronco and drove the fuck off. no shit. It wasn't a bad wreck, by the time he lost the front he wasn't moving very fast. Broken signal and shift lever, a pebble sized dent in the tank, and thankfully it cracked the god-awful windshield my Dad put on it. Rich broke a bone in the side of one hand from hitting the ground, and the thumb on the other hand I think from the bars jerking or something. He now has matching casts, here's a pic of him trying his best to flip me off before surgery.
Believe it or not, he says he had such a blast he's going to take the motorcycle safety course(s) rather than deciding that bikes aren't for him. I love that guy.
Hello!!! My name is Mariya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How yours affairs??? You are surprised to my letter???;
Dear I, has very much liked me yours profile.;
And I wish enter with you contact. It would be more convenient,;
if you will write to me, on mine e-mail: mariyacvetok@rambler.ru
I with impatience wait for your letter!!! Your photos!!!Dialogue with you.
Once again, my e-mail: mariyacvetok@rambler.ru;
With the best regards, sincerely, yours Mariya!!!!
I think she meant to say "I wish enter you with contact." That sounds better.
Your photos!!!!!Dialogue with you. Mariya!!!!!!!!!!!
Now then, I forgot to mention about the last trip to Colorado where Dad, me, and my sister's husband Gordon talked his father into going on a motorcyle ride. He actually has a bike liscence but hadn't been on one since high school or something. He took my Dad's sportster and had an absolute blast. until... Dad & I had gotten ahead (nice twisty river canyon road) so we pulled off at a bar/gas station to wait for them. Eventually they come along, but they weren't seeing us. Gordon's ahead paying attention to the road, his Dad is eyeing the harleys parked at the bar. My Dad raises his arm to wave them down, I open my mouth and start to say "you shouldn't do that" when Gordon sees him with juuust enough time to brake hard which he did without checking his mirrors. A half second later his Dad looks up to see Gordon nearly stopped directly in front of him. He panicked and locked the front up, it slid out from under him. In front of a half dozen bikers of course. -Who, by the way, all jumped up to give assistance while a ranger actually got in his bronco and drove the fuck off. no shit. It wasn't a bad wreck, by the time he lost the front he wasn't moving very fast. Broken signal and shift lever, a pebble sized dent in the tank, and thankfully it cracked the god-awful windshield my Dad put on it. Rich broke a bone in the side of one hand from hitting the ground, and the thumb on the other hand I think from the bars jerking or something. He now has matching casts, here's a pic of him trying his best to flip me off before surgery.
Believe it or not, he says he had such a blast he's going to take the motorcycle safety course(s) rather than deciding that bikes aren't for him. I love that guy.
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Rich fucking kicks ass, and you can tell him I said so! I like his spirit!
I stayed up all night working on that GPz tank. Brazed up another pinhole, then pushed a pint of Bondo into the craters. I'm gonna need a bigger can of Bondo...
I've been thinking all along to paint the tank and tail section satin black, but as I was laying there this morning, trying to sleep with the prednisone keeping me awake, I had the thought of painting it... green. Deep Jewel Green. It's like a metallic emerald or Kelly green... It's the color I painted my favorite guitar.
Hell, I dunno...