Dragonslayer

What do you mean UGLY aint a handicap, Ugly is most certainly a handicap! I've been thinking about applying for my handicap designation so that I can park in the convenient spaces.

Good answer but... WRONG

Maybe you don't want to know................. But, since you asked and I'm wide awake and bored I'll try to explain.............. The Butterfly Effect Theory is basically about cause and effect...... meaning every thing that happens causes something else to happen which causes something else to happen which causes something else to happen and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on................................. Hence forth.... a Butterfly flapping it's wings in let's say Australia... in doing so, moves a small puff of air into another puff of air, and so on, and so on, and so on.........untill before you know it on the other side of the planet... in let's say.......... Clarkston, Georgia U. S. of A..................... there is a massive tornado with 100+ MPH winds blowing down and destroying everything in it's path ...........................all started by the tiny puff caused by a butterfly's wings thousands of miles away. That theory is known as the Butterfly effect. Not to be confused with Einstein's theory of Relativity which pretty much states that every action will be met with a opposite and equal reaction.

Not bike but laptop related. For the past several months the display on my laptop (just out of warranty) went kaplooie (is that a word?) Kaplooie meaning went black no image whatsoever. :bang head:So to be able to use the laptop I plugged another monitor into it effectively making the laptop into a desktop computer. But, strangely enough, a couple days ago for no apparent rhyme or reason the monitor came back to life. Giving me a somewhat stereo video experience.:banana: Can any of you computer geeks (meant in only the most positive context)out there explain what is happening to me ?:icon_smile_question:confused24:

Nice, but I just have to wonder what the butterfly effect will be on the rest of the universe................................ You know the Butterfly Effect Theory. Great,.................... Now I have to worry about that along with the Mayan Calendar 2012 thing.

The Dragonslayer turns to the group and shouts at the top of his lungs, in mid lyric,............................ SIMMON SAYS............................. Quit singing & START YOUR ENGINES at which time the entire pack of VR riders quits singing , in unison and in mid word................ Eye of the TIG..., and hits the start button of thier bikes. A great VAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM was heard across three counties blowing countless numbers of Hardly Dangersons riders off thier bikes. The Dragonslayer thinks to himself...........BINGO, I have succeeded in brain washing everyone to do my bidding. As long as I begin every command with SIMMON SAYS they will do as I say....... Now let's get this show on the road and conquer the world. Simmon says.................

Of course LOVIE, You can be Mrs. Thurstan Howell the 3rd if I can be Mr. Thurstan Howell the 3RD..........................................Oh No, what am I saying?????????????????? I can't be Thurstan Howell the 3RD because I am really the Professor. Using my scientific knowledge to control things around here.

See how it works when even a small subliminal message can bore into your brain like some kind of mental parasite causing you to verbalize STRANGE MELODIC PSYCHIC MESSAGES............I have control of your brain now.......You are so susceptible to my will.... my wish will be your command.

Starter checks out and runs fine on the bench. Jumped out to car battery it drug a little bit then fired right up. Battery charged to full on bike and it drags. Any other suggestions. I need to get old bike back on the road and it aint fixed yet.

Please listen while I tell this tale A tale of a famouse trip That started from a tropic port aboard a tiny ship The Mate was a mighty sailing man the skipper was brave and sure Five passengers set sail that day For a three hour tour A three hour tour The weather started getting rough the tiny ship was tossed if not for courage of the fearless crew The Minnow would be lost The Minnow would be lost............................

The caterwauling of a nervous cat in heat. You have a keen eye for the obvious, Aussie Annie. How did you know fermentation was the source of the distortion within the cob webs of useless information stored in the Dragonslayer's brain. It has always been the policy of the Dragonslayer to when required to eat pickles to eat the fermented ones first. That way the sour ones do not taste as bad. Also stored in the fermented and convoluted brain of the Dragonslayer amongst the decades of accumulated useless information stored there is a treasure trove of silly, moronic and infantile songs, limericks and TV theme songs of the recent and ancient past. He also has a devious streak sometimes prone to playing mind games with the use of those silly songs. During a romantic relationship of the past, realizing that his significant other was susceptible to subliminal suggestion he would intentionally sing a verse of one of the silly songs in his mental repertoire while his partner would be taking her daily morning shower. Knowing that this would trigger her to begin singing that song over and over again throughout the course of the day. He was greatly amused when her co-workers, friends and relatives would inquire of him why his significant other always seemed to be singing, humming or tapping out with her pencils the lyrics and melodies of such a wide range of silly,moronic, infantile songs, limericks and TV Theme songs at the most inopportune times and inappropriate places. Most of her acquaintances just thought that she was typically delusional. Which would allow him to secretly agree, without raising suspicion that he was the cause of such odd behavior in her.

As one who has died before in a firery motorcycle crash and survived the white light to tell about it. Dying in a firery motorcycle crash is highly over rated and I do not recommend it. Glad your wife is OK and still wants to ride. I do too and would be if the ding dang thing weren't broke.

RandyR and his guitar circle from Norcross, Ga :guitarist 2::guitarist 2:and one fiddle:fiddle:began strumming the most famous motorcycle song of all times with the entire pack singing along.....Blackjack providing the percussion....of course. Not only was this argueable the most famous motorcycle song of all times..it was one of the iconic signature songs of a very popular guitar strumming singer of country music songs of the sixties being fathered by an equally famous country singer of an earlier generation,............ which is obvious having been the father of the latter famous country music singer....... Butttttttttttttttt, strangely enough although this song is one of the most famous motorcycle songs of all times the title of the song did not indicate that the song had anything to do with motorcycles................ in fact the title of the song indicated that is was about something completely different from anything you would associate with motorcycles...... and other than the one catch phrase lyric that made the song so memorable.... and the five minute long story spoken by the famous country music star of the sixties within the performance of this song ..... you would think that this famous motorcycle song was about a traveling minstrel getting arrested for breaking a guitar string .........while riding a motorcycle ......... which made him either a very talented musician or a very dangerous motorcycle rider.......... I assume the latter.......... since according to the story spoken by the country music singer and contained in the performance of this song...... he was traveling down a mountain road at 150 mph while playing his guitar and breaking a string...........causing him to crash by landing on top of a police car ..........and the subsequently flattened arresting officer with a humongous ..............Four foot long pickle........... and yes, I suppose by now you have realized by the aforementioned monolog......... (which the Dragonslayer was reciting with his cleverly pronounced and articulated best Arlo Guthrie voice).................. That the song I am referring to is known as The Pickle Song ........................Pickles of course having nothing to do with motorcycles........................ At which time the entire group of VR riders in attendance starts singing in perfect unison with their very best Arlo Guthrie voices.......... I don't want a Pickle.................................I just want to ride my motorcic............cle :Im not listening to:Im not listening to:Im not listening to

"We came all the way from the Land of Lame Punk Rock Bands of the Past to find y'all. We are trying to make a come back since my reality TV show just didn't make it." Gene said. After much thought and discussion and an extensive market opinion survey we decided that what we needed was some new talent and a new look. So we sent out talent scouts and fashion/image designers out far and wide to circle the globe to find just exactly the best talent available as well as what our new look should be. The audience survey said that what we need is a horn section, a Harmonica Player, a new drummer, Pink chaps and Unicorn/Pink Rose/Rainbow/Tinker bell matching Tattoos inked by Virginia the Dominatrix Tattoo artist. We also plan to loose the Halloween make-up. Which is a good thing since it was really destroying Gene's creamy smooth complexion. So the talent scouts and fashion/image designers came back with the information that the Venture rider.org forum family were the most talented group on the planet and contained all the elements that we have been looking for. We had even heard that your group also has an Aussie pole dancing lass on crutches sporting black leather crutch holder/pasties (which gave her a somewhat Madonna like appearrence) and a frisky friskette moped riding mama which we would like to hire as dancing back-up singers. We just heard your Strebel Horn section and loved it. We also are looking for the harmonica playing Dragon slayer and Blackjack and his son who are world class drummers for a dual drummer percussion section. So if y'all will agree to join us we are planning to do a galaxy wide tour called the Inter Galactic Venture Tour. "So, what do y'all think?" Gene asked. The VR group formed a huddle to discuss the proposition. After several minutes of muffled discussion Yama Mama raised her head and asked "Can we do Jimmy Buffet cover music, especially Pencil Thin Mustache which is one of the Dragonslayer's favorite Karoake songs and drink Margarittas on stage?" Gene answered, "Most assuredly":banana: a few minutes latter Massey130 raised his head and asked," Can we all have dessert bars in our dressing rooms at every concert?" Gene answered "Undoubtedly" A few minutes later Dragon slayer raised his head and asked, " Can I wear my Chrome suit of armor that matches my chrome harmonicas and shiny chrome Dragon slaying Broad sward instead of pink chaps on stage? And can I sing lead vocal when we do Pencil Thin Mustache.... The Boston Blackie kind? With a look of conciliation Gene reluctantly answered "That was not exactly what we had in mind but if it will cinch the deal we'll go along with it.":thumbsup2: The VR group then answered in unison..........................................

That's what they say but I've already had one bad odyssee and I'm not so sure that the warranty replacement is any better. I'm starting to think this replacement odyssee battery 4 months old is going south.

Thanks for the heads up but I was outbid on it. Thanks anyway

Once again I have the reoccuring problem of the starter draggin. Now it's dragging so bad that it won't turn the engine over. sometimes it will catch and crank mostly it just sounds like it doesn't have enough power to turn the engine over. As indicated this is an reoccurring problem I went through this several months ago and thought I had it fixed by replaceing the bad under warrenty Odyssee battery. It worked great for a while then started acting up again and got progressively worse until now it just won't hardly crank. I've jumped out from hot battery to power lug on starter and it is doing the same thing. I've removed the starter and have taken it apart and cleaned it up and reinstalled. No Help. The battery wires have all been upgraded and have also added a second ground from engine ground point to frame. All the ground points are in good shape. I'm at the end of my rope. Does anyone have any suggestions.

The set I won at Vogel work great.i like em. Thanks Squid.

Actually the truth of the matter is my bike is acting sick. I'll think I'll drop off at the house in Atlanta get on the tech talk threads and chase some electrical gremlins. I'll catch up with ya'll down the road when she is fealing better.

another under powered second gen. This story is moving so slow we'll never get to Daytona before Biketoberfest is over. It's already half over now.

without hesitation that all of his compadres are about to OD on glucose and river dance:dancefool::dancefool: poisoning and something would have to be done right away. But what?........................................ he quickly reaches into his saddle bag soft cooler and pulls out the green plastic replica lime juice squirter thingy that he had been carrying just in case of this kind of emergency...................... (or if someone showed up with a bottle of tequila and a salt shaker), and began squirting lime juice into everyone's mouth to nuetralize the high sugar content in thier blood system. As the lime juice would take effect each person shivered violently and scrunched up their faces as if they had just been given a dose of Castor Oil. (Come to think of it, Castor Oil would have worked equally well). Once the bitter taste had been shaken off, and the antedote had taken effect.... everyone's feet began to get slower and slower and it was not long before everyone was walking and talking normally, again. Well, .................. at least as normally as they had walked and talked before the massive sugar intake.

After being released from the Hang gliding park and paying the damaged equipment charge, the Dragonslayer limped back over to where his 1st gen had been parked to find out that everyone else he had been riding with were nowhere to be found. What had happened to them? Did they leave without him, and why? Were they upset with him? had he been talking too much and monopolizing the conversation? Was he posting too much? Did he have BO or something? Did he embarrass them in anyway? Why did they leave him behind? Dragonslayer certainly was not trying to offend anyone. Last thing he remembered before the hang gliding incident was that everyone seemed to be having a good time , he had been. Then all of a sudden he finds himself alone, lonely, abandoned and confused? He pulls his laptop out of the trunk and goes to the VR site to see if anyone has posted anything that might be a clue to what had happened. There had not been any post from any of his traveling companions for a couple of days. What happened to Ruffy, Massey 130, Yama mama, Aussie Annie, Quickstep, and all of the others he had been riding and writing with? Was it anything that he had said. Did they ride on to Daytona without him? He felt so all alone.

Ahh Shuucks, Ya'll just being kind............. But what the heck is a dick-john-harry???????....I'd ain't never heard of any such thang......must be some of that there downunder dingo lingo......can you say that out loud in public without getting our story bleepped by one of them modulators? If you meant dictionary like a Funk & Wagner I ain't never swallowed one but, when I was a young'un growing up or while I was being drug up..... we used to have a big o'le one that I used to have to sit on to reach the dinner table. Does that count? Nite Mary Ellen

feet in chocolate.......................When you need to know why this is important it will be revealed to you. Upon Dragonslayer's arrival at Rock City he instantly and instinctively knew that he was directed to this place to find what he needed to know at the Cloud Land Canyon Hang Gliding park and not at Ruby Falls. So as he put down his kickstand and dismounted his 1st Gen he instinctively walked toward the park not being aware that Yama Mama was following him without comment. This part of the story is based on an actually event that happened to me when I was much younger and does contains a message I learned as a result of the experience. The miracle of flight has always been a source of wonder to the Dragonslayer ever since he was allowed as a boy to fly as co-pilot in his father's company plane from Peachtree Dekalb Airport in Atlanta to Laquadia Airport in New York City to attend the World's Fair. At this time Hang Gliding was relatively a new sport and was apparently the closest that man could come to the sensation of flight from a bird's eye view perspective. So, finding himself in this place witnessing hang Gliding up close and in person filled him with awe. He closely watched the pilots as they assembled their kites at the top of the gentle slope leading to the precipice of the shear walled cliff facing the Cloud Land Canyon floor far down below. He took in every detail as they strapped into the harnesses which would dangle them below the kites in flight. He memorized the motions as the pilots tested the kites apparatus before running down the slope at full speed then launching themselves over the edge and off into ungrounded space. Each time at take off, the kite and pilot would drop out of view below the edge of the cliff............. and for a few moments a horror followed that the pilot had certainly dropped like a rock to his death below. Until the kite would catch air and find it's way into a lifting thermal of warm air that would bring the kite back into view as the pilot circled the kite in the thermal, gaining altitude. They would circle and soar higher and higher as the pilot would direct the kite from one thermal to another putting a safe distance of air between the kite and the ground below. Eventually after minutes that seemed like hours the pilot would loose the thermals and slowly circle while loosing altitude until they would inevitable come back into contact with the ground on the valley floor far down below. Waiting for them would be the pilot's friends who had driven down to the valley to meet their returning heroic pilot friend to assist him in collapsing the kite for the ride back up to the top of the cliff for another flight if time would allow. Having witnessed this amazing feat of flight multiple times, the Dragonslayer was unaware that a small crowd of spectators had gathered around him where he had been standing. The crowd included Yama Mama and a bunch of strangers mostly made of a high percentage of very attractive women. Realizing the apparent admiration for these pilots shown by the women he unthinkingly and suddenly felt compelled to comment. What he meant to say was.... "That looks relatively easy and with a little training and encouragement I would like to try doing that.....Someday." However, due a sudden gust of bravado being in the company of so many attractive women and because he did not take the time to properly articulate his words, what blurted out of his mouth in a very loud voice so that everyone could hear was..... Ah HELL, I can do that.... This is where having chocolate covered feet becomes important.... if you are going to say something that will result in having to place your foot into you mouth, chocolate helps to disguise the taste. Suddenly there was complete silence as thirty to forty people standing within ear shot, including the parks flight instructor, went completely silent staring straight at the DragonSlayer. Before he could get his chocolate covered foot out of his mouth he found himself at the top of the slope strapped into a kite signing waivers and disclaimers and receiving a very brief and cursory lesson in the dynamics of flying like a bird with a kite strapped to you without killing yourself. In retrospect, he knew that he had the right to at anytime just say no and refuse to do it, but, his ego would not allow him the ability to do so. So, there he was at the top of the slope presumable ready to go, It was time for him to put up or shut up and take a literal leap of faith off the precipice of the cliff at which time he would either survive with honor intact or die a sudden death as a complete fool. And as it has happened throughout time immortal, to each one finding themselves in similar circumstance being faced with the ultimate test of courage and accepting the challenged this phrase flashed foremost in his mind............ NO GUTS, NO GLORY after all isn't that the same decision we have to make as bikers each time we throw a leg over our bike saddles. So down the slope he began running as fast as he could with the kite bellowing above his head until suddenly there was no ground in contact with his feet...........expecting a sudden crash......... he soon heard a fluttering sound the fabric of the kite was making above his head. As he opened his tightly clinched eyes he realized that the flutter noise of the fabric was a result of his violently shaking body being transmitted through the framework of the kite to the fabric. But, he was flying and not dropping like a rock to the ground below. Being fully committed he calmed himself to allow his body to quit shaking just as the kite found it's way into a thermal which filled the fabric with warm air changing the flutter to a gentle hissing noise as the warm air dramatically lifted the kite and passenger skyward with a sudden lunge. His fear rapidly dissipated as he timidly tested the maneuvering weight shifting technique he had been briefly taught while still on the ground. Within moments his confidence was building as he realized how easy it was to direct the kite. As he circled within the thermal soaring higher he could actually see the waves of warm air thermals rising from the ground making it easy to soar from one thermal to another soaring higher and higher. When the thermals began to diminish he calmly started making wide circles then smaller and smaller ones being careful to control his spiraling decent toward the ground by adjusting the angle of attack of the leading edge of the kite therefore adjusting his air speed. Descending closer and closer to the ground he was totally focused on the performance of the kite and paid no attention to the forming crowd of cheering extremely attractive female spectator's on the ground below. Just at the right moment and just feet above the ground he gently pushes the control bar forward raising the leading edge of the kite which effectively killed his air speed allowing him to walk out of the flight just like a bird would. A perfect landing. And the crowd was cheering as loud as they could. With the glory of his heroic flight swelling in his heart, mind and soul, he tried to act humble as if there was nothing to it. Pride Goethe before the fall Being totally confident and pumped because of his successful flight it was quickly decided that there was enough time for one more flight before sunset. So the cheering crowd of admiring attractive women helped Dragonslayer fold up the kite for the return trip back up to the top of Lookout mountain. To witness another heroic flight by the Dragonslayer. Upon reaching the park the crowd was informed by the flight instructor that the Dragonslayer's flight had lasted 28 and 1/2 minutes which had been one of the longest flights of the day. A remarkable flight for a first time novice when there was so many experience pilots that had been flying that day. Quickly getting the kite ready and him harnessed up the Dragonslayer, without hesitation this time, ran down the slope and off the edge of the cliff for his second flight. He was much more confident this time, although his second flight did not last near as long because of the diminishing thermals. But all went well until time to land. Being overly confident he had not been as focused on the performance of the kite when approaching the landing. As a result he pushed forward on the control bar too soon and too hard causing the kite to go vertical and stalling about thirty feet above the ground. They kite then turned upside down causing the kite and pilot to drop like a rock slamming into the ground with the Dragonslayer landing hard on the kite frame bending the frame, bruising several of the Dragonslayers ribs and knocking him out cold. A few minutes later, he did come around with a large bump on his head and very painfully bruised ribs. For insurance purposes the park kept on staff medical personnel for precisely this reason. After observing him for a couple of hours it was determined that he did not have a concussion so it was safe for him to leave after paying $1,200 for the damaged kite. Evidently there was some fine print in one of the waivers about reimbursement for damaged equipment. The second flight experience thereby ending the Dragonslayer's hang gliding career forever. the morale of the story being: Sometimes when your dumb your body and wallet might suffer.

Dear Yama Mama, I am truly humbled by your kind words of praise and it was with great joy that I received the news that I have brought some laughter into your life. For that is a Dragonslayer's purpose, to slay the demons of the dark so that the light that laughter floats on can shine through. As far as the imagination one possesses seems to be in direct proportion to how much time on one's hands to allow the mind to wander. But, the imagination of a creative mind requires a spark of inspiration provided by others. Others such as yourself and the other fellow travelers on this journey, and contributors to this saga. Therefore, DO NOT minimize your contributions to end result of this tale that we are spinning. For it takes a spark to ignite the creative juices that flow from a creative heart. Juices that seem to be highly flammable due to the high octane Scotch intake of the romantic seeking a creative way in which to express himself to hopefully an appreciative audience. Hence, a musician needs to be heard, an artist's work needs to be viewed, a poet needs to be understood, a Lover needs to be loved, a writer needs to be read, and a comedian needs to hear the laughter resulting from his efforts. And we need to get the heck out of here so that we can make it to Daytona in time for Biketoberfest. So I will stop waxing poetically about creativity and redirect my wandering mind back to the story.