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Apparently I had misread the land plot map at the filing office when I had filed my claim for the land on which I built my personal camping spot. I did not realize that a motorcycle hi-way was being constructed within 20 feet of my lowly motel when I built it the night before and was awakened the next morning by the noise of bikers on their machines obviously trying out the newly constructed right of way no more than 5 feet from my little castle. As I laid in my tent listening to a couple slightly out of tune V-4 engines idling and trying to dismantle the cob-webs in my brain, thoughts of my friend laying in a hospital bed as a result of the fall he had taken the day before rolled around in my head. After I said a prayer for him and his recovery, my thoughts went to wondering what I could do to let him know we all missed him. There had been lots of chatter among the attenders of Maintenance Day the night before concerning our friend and I knew I had to do something to encourage him and to let him know how much we all cared. I thought about going into town and picking up a get well card and mailing it to his home. That is about the time the idea of a "Cyber Card" popped into my mind. I checked the 4 gig card in my camera and it was almost full from pics and video of the night before so the first thing I was going to have to do in an effort to produce a Cyber Video Get Well Card for our fallen comrade was to go find a new SD Card for my camera. I found Tweeks resting next to my tent in the warm Ohio morning air, tossed a leg over her saddle and headed off in search of the SD Card. A short while later Tweeks and I pulled up to a mail man who was parked out in the middle of no-where sorting mail. After disarming his alarmed look resulting from being ambushed (I snapped his picture) by a biker with Tennis shoes and shorts on riding an old beat up Yamaha covered in stickers, he told me how to find the town of Oberlin - a place which he thought would probably have fuel for Tweeks and an SD Card for my camera. After getting fuel and purchasing an 18 gig card, Tweeks and I headed back to Don's to start the task of creating the Get Well Card. Apparently I had been so engrossed in my thoughts about the process of creating the card for my buddy on my way to locating the town of Oberlin that I had completely forgotten to take notice of the roads I had taken on my way there and found a way to get twisted around on the back roads leading back to Freebird's. I made a few turns in the direction I thought looked familiar, rode for a while, came to a little bridge that didn't look familiar and crossed the bridge, rode some more, decided I was going the wrong direction and went back and crossed the bridge again. Knowing I had to be in the general location of the party, I started riding circles within the general Oberlin area, I crossed the bridge a couple more times and finally found my way back to the event. Having had plenty of time to formulate my plan for the perfect get well card, I was able to avoid the embarrassment of having to admit I had gotten lost that morning when several people inquired into where I had disappeared to that morning. I know there were a couple of people that had told me they were concerned for me and were just about ready to send out a search party but even they were forced off the trail of figuring out my blunder by me turning on my camera so they could participate in the production of the get well wish. Knowing my own mind and how it likes to forget important things (like the names people I have just met 20 minutes before I try to recall who they were) I came up with an idea of video taping people wishing Dan a complete recovery AND stating their screen name in the video - a true duel purpose card!! I removed the 4 gig card from my camera, installed the new 18 gig card and set about the task of trying to create a "Who's Who list of all my wonderful new friends at Freebird's 2015 Maintenance Day as well as a Get Well Card for our hurting friend, Yammer Dan. A HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO TOOK THE TIME OUT OF THEIR MAINTENANCE DAY event hours to contribute to this wonderful reminder of who you are as well as wishing our hurting brother God Speed in his recovery - you folks are the GREATEST bunch of friends a man could have!! @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vE35uM0sXzo @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ-FOYEC6jY @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hq85diGYrqA @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RveY3gJ3WRk @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WD9PXf9kiGk @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XxbUI3FZ7c @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJhj6VmUdm0 @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49G8M-I8lRc @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkc24pGKpeY

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You can do that Chuck but I have found the funner method (at least in my case) was to spread out the HF attendance to include no less than 5 visits per week when our local branch first opened. After a few visits I found myself able to speak Chinese fluently and I had their merchandise so well trained I didnt even have to reach out and remove the stuff from the shelves - it just jumped into my cart as I walked by!! LOTS OF FUN!!!

You read that right ya bunch of lop eared varmints - choose your bike and let me know in this thread what you want - makes no difference of breed, steed or creed - just pick it out and post it here!! If everything goes according to plan, The Pucster will be BUYING!! Also, because of this once in a lifetime offer, your new scoot will come with 1 year of full coverage insurance PLUS a $10,000 dollar gas card PLUS a complete set of riding gear for you and your passenger!!! You have got be asking yourself how this is possible right? Ok, here's the deal. Tippy bought a ticket for the recent Power Ball drawing with winnings in the amount of $900,000,000.00 and, do to the fact that $900,000,000.00 was not quite enough money to be able to do all the things she wanted to do - she purposely picked all non matching numbers for that round - she is pretty dog gone savvy that Tippy is!! She risked having someone else win that sultry sum with the hopes that no one else would win it so she could claim the upcoming $1,300,000,000.00 and, at this point, it looks like her plan is working!! Outline and legal stipulations of how to claim your bike: 1. You must be a supporting member of VR and in good standing. By good standing I mean you must have eaten at least one Hot Dog in your life (I was gonna say no troublemakers but figured we would not be buying any new bikes if that were the qualifier)! 2. You have to post your desired free motorcycle on this thread BEFORE the next Power Ball drawing on 1/13/2016. 3. (this should be the easiest part of all) Tippy must choose all matching numbers on the 1/13/2016 Power Ball drawing (as I said - that should be fairly easy for her to do). Now I can hear some of you more suspicious varmints wondering what happens if you go to all the work of taxing your already overworked cabin fevered brains by choosing a bike and posting it and Tip doesnt win the $1,300,000,000 Lottery. Have no fear, I have an answer for that too. In the unlikely event that this should be the case, you will still be eligible to join in on attending one of "Puc's Greet - Meet and Eat Meat's" during this summer if our Hot Dog cooking crew decides to go for it again this year. We should know by late April if this is going to happen so simply watch the Watering Hole carefully for a posted P.G.M. n E.M. and if nothing else comes of all this, we will see you there!! Keep smiling!! Puc

:dancefool::dancefool:OUTSTANDING B.C.!!!!:dancefool::dancefool: Thoughts and prayers are with you on your trip my friend! May your riding be safe, amazing and fun and your concerts :clap2::clap2:be the same! Thanks for including us with pics and updates as you are enjoying doing what you do brother! Puc

on the wings that were designed for Briggs and Stratton motors. The stewardess with the crooked nose and Horn Rimmed glasses looked back at Eileen and the Bird and asked them if they would hand her a little red box that had been sitting behind them in a cargo net. As the Bird handed the box to the stewardess he noticed the words "Highly Confidential - Snoper Charger" printed next to a small button on the box. He watched as the Pilots hand reached over to the box and heard the sneaky Pilot laugh as he pressed the button on the box. The little plane shuttered as

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Now there's one I have never heard of Doug!! Gonna have to get the baking soda and super glue and give it a shot!

please feel free to take a complementary copy of "Speaking French" found under your seats. FlyinFool Express Inc. would like to thank you for choosing our Airline." Ocean waves skimmed the tires on the little Cub as it fought with all it's might to gain airspeed. The Bird was fairly impressed with the thrust that the twin 20 Horse Tractor motors mounted on the wings of the aircraft produced because he was

You Maxim riders ever had any problems with 2nd Gear? Seems like I heard that the 2nd Gear issues with our early Ventures was also an issue with the Maxims.

Have always wanted to experience the Pig in the Pine Tree event:big-grin-emoticon:,, over and over again I have heard how much fun it is.. Maybe this year:fingers-crossed-emo, we shall see!!

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I received an email note on your comment Carl. Now I am going to go check and see if I get a notification from myself quoting you quoting me. I have an icon in my settings for blocking "flakes, crazies and troublemakers" that I clicked on once, went back to the forums and the only person left to talk with was me, got scared cause I thought all my friends had left me, went back and reset the icon and now all is normal again..

I hate flying over the ocean in one of these little 4 seater, twin engined Piper Cub's". The Bird told her he knew exactly how she felt as he hoped the 1st Class tickets for the flight to Paris in the little Cub included some really good Hot Dog's and Rocky Road ice cream for dinner this time because he had to leave his unfinished dinner setting on the table back at the VR party. A stewardess with a crooked nose and horn rim glasses crawled into the passenger seat beside the Pilot and closed her door. The Pilot, who looked vaguely familiar to the lovely couple, leaned back and announced "This is Captain FlyinFool speaking, please turn off all cell phones, fasten your seat belts, cross your fingers and hold your breath - we will be

luggage is all sticky the Bird says to Eileen. He opens the carry on suitcase he had been carrying in the back of the truck and finds two melted containers of

My moneys on what ever Freebird did wont help much in your case Bill, my parents tried for years to get me to quit with the so they made me take typing early in life. The result being that my fingers learned to talk and what you are experiencing is the result of that training..

quickly flashed his official G-Man U.S. Marshall shiny badge at the guards and told them that Raggy and his motorcycle had been scrutinized several times by guards at the US Custom's office not to long ago and that he would vouch for Raggy's harmlessness. The guards looked at the badge, looked back the smiling Raggy, shrugged their shoulders and motioned him thru. The two of them parked by the other bikes gathered in front of the airport terminal and walked inside just in time to see Freebird and Eileen waving to

Most folks following along in this real life, strange but true, memoir have probably heard the old cliche "love is a many-splendored thing" more times than they care to admit. The problem with people like me is that we tend to look at life thru a pair spectacles that epitomize the over usage of that old cliche. If we are passionate about something we tend to get mesmerized by the splendor of what ever happens while watch our passion unfold in our lives. I have seen this phenomenon play out in life many times and in many forms. I am the type of person who deeply appreciates others passions in life and the splendorness of the love they show in their participation of following their passion. In my case, this deep passion is usually triggered by the presence of a certain motorcycle. That trigger had been pulled while riding toward the Lube joint as I recalled the fulfillment of my own passion and love during the time I had spent with Olivia. I could not stop my mind from wandering into a familiar zone of thoughts about whether or not she would be there with open arms waiting to greet me at the Lube joint. Thankfully I was riding with a group of fellow members of our Club that shared another passion of mine that consisted of consuming good food and we were all hungry so the ride into town went by real fast!! Olivia's new owner, a person named "Ben", apparently understood what she meant to me and was true to his word. As I bent down and hugged Olivia's precious old springered front forks and caressed the magnificent tank shifter that hangs on the side of her fuel tank, I could hear the tenderness in Ben's wife's voice in the background as she stood back in amazement, looked at her husband and muttered one little word, "awe". I think my passion and love for the old War Bike was spilling out on the parking lot. Ben had made a number of changes to Olivia in the form of repainting her to match the other WW2 vehicles that he uses to fulfill his own passion of participating in WW2 re-enactments, but the Olivia that I knew and remembered was still there speaking to me. I climbed into her familiar saddle that had toted me around our neighborhood when her and I had snuck off on daily maneuvers during the wonderful days that I had been her personal caretaker. Ben looked at me, gave me the ol biker nod, I rocked her down off her center stand, went thru the process of setting up her mag/throttle/clutch/tranny and carb to accomplish her "start" mode, reached down and clicked her ignition into the "on" position, pulled her exposed gear drive kick starter out, brought one of her 2 pistons up to TDC and felt for her valves to fall between the closing exhaust and opening intake on her camshaft as I gently rolled her kicker down. A gentle step down once I had found her sweet spot and Olivia came to life!! My left foot engaged her clutch and the two of us set off together on one last maneuver. Her sweet little 45 inch Harley flat head motor thumped between my knees as the two of us motored between the tiny bomb craters that dotted the parking lot of the restaurant. Olivia's background involved the European Theater so it did not surprise me that she really didn't pay much attention to the collection of Japanese motorcycles that had gathered in the parking lot. I could feel her glee as her and I rode past her old room mate, Tweeks, each time we rounded the corner where Tweeks stood gazing at the honorable moment. Somewhere between delivering our 5th and 10th dispatch delivery, it suddenly dawned on me that her new owner and wife as well as all the other lop eared varmints associated with the Maintenance Day event that I was suppose to be attending had long since gone into the Lube joint to see if the pig on the engine stand that had been roasting over the grease pit was done cooking. I parked Olivia, gave her a quick hug and slipped inside the joint. The "Steak and Lube" was a gorgeous place whose staff obviously knew just how to cook a pig. All my buddies were gathered around at tables, chewing hunks of what I assumed were perfectly done ham. Their between bite conversations filled the room with biker talk and laughter as the group enjoyed one another's companionship. I ordered a Coke and was in the process of ordering a hunk of ham of my own when I noticed Ben, Olivia's new owner, and his wife motioning me over to their spot at the bar behind my VR buddies. Ben asked me if I would like to ride over to his home and get a peek at his "other" WW2 collectibles. I set my 1/2 finished Coke on the counter of the bar, gave the staff member a couple bucks for the Coke, told her to keep the change and headed back out to the parking lot. On the way out the door, Tooch walked up to me and announced that he wouldn't miss this for love nor money! I leaned over and told Tooch I was glad to hear that because Tweeks and I might need some guidance in re-locating Freebird's home if we missed the return ride back to MD - Tooch chuckled in a way that told me he knew exactly what I was getting at. Walking into Ben's garage was like walking into a WW2 Memorial Museum. I could instantly see why Olivia had seemed so cheerful when her and I had reconnected back at the Lube shop. She was obviously surrounded by vehicles and other war items that surely she remembered from days long gone by. Ben had a much desired and loved WW2 Jeep and an Ambulance that had both come to him directly from Europe. They were fully reconditioned, fully equipped and completely functional. Tooch and I had a BLAST playing with them and hearing Ben explain in full detail of their functions back in the dreadful days of WW2. Time went by way to fast as the three of us handled with extreme reverence and admired Ben's collection. It was just amazing to actually be touching things that had served their duty in assuring that the Allied forces would be triumphant in securing the FREEDOM that each of us enjoy in our everyday lives to this very day. After spending a wonderful time with Ben, Tooch and I thanked him for the treasured adventure, we said our goodbyes to him and headed back to the Lube shop with hopes of maybe catching up to an eating frenzy that we both knew would be winding down. We pulled into the parking lot to discover that most of the Maintenance Day riders had long since finished eating and only a few of the riders were still there chatting in the parking lot. I pulled up next to Slowrollwv who was sitting on his bike with a look of puzzlement on his face. Apparently he had left something "on" on his gorgeous Midnight 2nd Gen Venture and the bikes battery had decided it didn't need all the electricity that had been stored inside of it and it had managed to drain its extra juice somewhere out in the lot. Roller asked me if I had a set of jumper cables. I parked Tweeks to look and see if I could find some cables as the remaining group of riders started to gather around Rollers scoot. It wasn't long before hands were applied to the rear of the Midnight in a joint effort to bump start the bike. I still had a little room left on the SD Card inside my camera and this looked like a perfect opportunity to test my slightly less than amateur movie making skills. Within the group of fun loving Club VR pushers of motorcycles was this dynamic character known to us Club members as Starfan. I watched as StarFan summons the remaining members of our club into a motorcycle pushing frenzy and away they went - them pushing Chuck around the parking lot on his bike with me trying to get my camera functioning to catch the spectacle. StarFan and his wife had traveled all the way from Iceland to join in the MD event fun with all his friends and I could not help but think how cool it was that this fun loving, high spirited person had come all the way across the ocean just to participate in what was unfolding right before my eyes. The parking lot was built in such a way that it was really not that conducive to restarting motorcycles with dead batteries - it almost seemed like the gang was pushing up hill no matter where they chose to push it. It also appeared that folks were getting tired and there was chatter being heard about going back to the idea of locating some jumper cables. I chuckled as I watched Starfan point at a section of the parking lot that appeared to him as a section of the lot that had a visible downward slant. The gang rolled the bike into the position for one last try, people were pushing and Starfan's Icelandic accent could be heard above the crowd shouting "DO IT - DO IT".. Roller dumped the clutch on the Midnight and the bikes motor jumped to life!! YEEEEEHAWWWW - we were on the road again!!!! We made the journey successfully back to Don and Eileen's home somewhere in Oberlin Ohio. Folks had already began the process of settling in as I pulled in on Tweeks. EagleEye looked as though he had found a pretty nice location to file his claim and was sitting back enjoying his find. I snapped a few more pics to finish off the memory cards memory space and replaced it with the empty 4 gig card I had brought along to fulfill the Clubs picture taking requirements that mandate pictures with any ride reports posted in our forums so people who cant read have something to look at. If you are still following this crazy story and are reading this, it will serve you well to remember that I DID just replace that full card with an empty 4 gigger - you will find out why that is important later in this story!! After filing the claim for my own camp ground space, I meandered around the campground and took pictures, got introduced to a BUNCH of wonderful people whose screen names I recognized but that I had never met before as well as hugging and bugging a number of the people who I had already had the pleasure of meeting - SO MUCH FUN!! I snapped some pics of Fool's Snow Man, got some close up's of the "Pond Monster" sign and the pond in which the monster lives. Snuck into the garage that is attached to Don and Eileen's home and grabbed some close ups of Freebird's new Harley (BEAUTIFUL), and FINALLY got to chat with Don and Eileen for a while (AMAZING PEOPLE). I was generally relaxing in the wonderment that goes along with participating in one of the finest, funnest bike rally's that a modern day biker can participate in. Somewhere in the middle of all the fantastic chaos that sends it's vibes thru events like this, I noticed a discussion taking place that appeared to be very solemn in its nature. I walked over to see if there was anything I could do to help and was told that a dear friend of mine had fallen on his motorcycle on his way to the event. I stood back and listened carefully and waited for the words to be spoken that would indicate that my buddy was ok and I remember starting to breathe again as we were told that Yammer Dan was in the hospital in really rough shape but still alive. Numbness came over my body as I thought about a recent conversation I had with Dan concerning him riding his 2nd Gen Venture named Silver to Don's and how anxious I was to actually get to see my old friend again and finally get to meet his "new" bike. Dan had purchased the 2nd Gen from Freebird and I had heard that Freebird had spent an enormous amount of time tweeking on the bike and I had always wanted to get to see it. Thinking about my friend laying up in a hospital bed made me queezy as I felt tears form in my eyes. That evening was filled with hopes and prayers for our friend and fellow VR Club member Yammer Dan. The evening seemed to roll in quickly there in Oberlin as groups of people gathered around motorcycles and tents that could easily remind someone of days of yesteryear when Indian Tribes once roamed across our country. A little pow wow here and a pow wow there and pretty soon it was just Starfan, Monty and I sitting under an Easy UP pop up awning that displayed Big Tom's red underwear swaying gently in the Oberlin Ohio night air as if they were waving at FlyinFool's friendly Snow Man who's plump white body formed a ghostly formation in the center of the "V" in Don's driveway. I told the remaining two delightful friends of mine goodnight and headed for the comfort and security of my own little secret hide away. As I approached my little hide away I stopped and listened to hopefully hear the sounds of the Pond Monster sucking down frogs in the pond not far from my campsite but was having a hard time hearing such sounds because someone camped not to far from me was in the middle of a game of "Good Night Johnboy". I turned on my camera with its partially filled 4 gig card, set it to record and walked over to the neighboring campsite to join in the fun of telling Johnboy good night. There were actually two campground motels filled with people who were participating in the game. They all started laughing when I joined in with a "Good Night Mary Ellen". I then scolded the group for keeping the campground awake at such late hours as I walked back toward my little place of peace and quiet. I crawled in my sleeping bag, zipped the door closed and fell fast asleep as I listened carefully for the pond monster feeding on frogs between the laughter of the group as I mumbled one last "Good Night Grandpa" to that bunch of lop eared varmints...

OH HECK YEA!! And it could even be one of those new souped up high strung 1700cc models that'll burn off the back tire in 4th gear:guitarist 2:

:scratchchin::lightbulb:thats cause you lop eared varmints are my kind of folks, a bunch of shifty rascals who love playing with worn out old gear sets :bighug:right back at cha Fool!!

WAYYYY COOL KIC!! Just read this to Tweeks though and she responded with "if that Harrison Ford varmint thinks that Millenium Falcon contraption was a handful, wait till he discovers a REAL handful when his finds I don't have a second gear and then bangs third and discovers that you have my hyper drive wired to engage when 3rd hooks up!!

Actually, and shootin right from the hip here Eckster, I knew that .. Never even crossed my mind that you were doing anything but in your usual way brother:beer:

Thinking Silv is using "addy" for a short version of "address" , asking for folks E-Mail Address's Bill.. Hope I got that right:fingers-crossed-emo

Not right off hand I dont Eckster but will keep my eyes peeled.. Got a neighbor who does a lot with old tractors, will ask him next time I see him. Any chance you could have the one you have repaired?