Dragonslayer

http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=320316644057&sspagename=STRK%3AMEWAX%3AIT&viewitem= I saw this on ebay. Is anyone familar with the so called Furbur fix and can tell me anything about it?

GeorgeS and I were discussing my current and reoccuring draggin starter problem. He mentioned that he remembered someone posting that they had used a solenoid from a small foriegn car to replace the oem solenoid that comes on the 1st Gens. But, he did not remember the details of which car the starter came off of. The problem is that the stock solenoids don't seem to hold up very well and the cost of new replacements from yamaha run close to $80.00. Using the car solenoids was considerably cheaper with a heavier duty solenoid. The question is does anyone remember the name of the post or by who the post was made that had the details of this solenoid mod?

But weren't the Delorean's stainless as well?

Now I understand why my second marriage ended.

I've got the set of saddle bags for you , And I can help you with instructions on changing out stator but unfortunately I just installed my extra stator. They always have new ones on ebay but I would recommend high output after market ones.

I'm parting out a 84 parts bike. What do you need?

Thom I sent my payment and shipping addy and name instructions to your paypal address. is that Okey Dokey?

That's great now you will never be able top forget your name.

My first street legal vehicle as a licensed operator was a 1970 Honda CB 750 with the in-line four cylinder engine. This motorcycle provided me spirited transportation to my ultimate subconscious destination at the time….......a death wish. A death wish that turned into a life changing influence. It was because of this accident that forced me to aquire one of my most valuable life survival skills is the ability to turn a negative influence or event into a positive learning and growth experience. May 7th, 1971 a life changing event occurred in my life. I had a combined impact of 150 mph head on collision on my motorcycle that successfully totaled a 69 Pontiac Bonneville, my motorcycle and me. This accident did in fact kill me at the early age of 16. What was left of the bike after the explosion and fire fit into three paper grocery sacks. I was poured into an ambulance. The kids in the other car came out of it without a scratch, but Daddy's car was totalled. But, obviously that accident was not the end of the story. The Crash: May 7th, 1971 was a beautiful Spring day. I started the day at home adjusting the shifting linkage on my motorcycle in preparation for an afternoon bike ride. After making the necessary adjustments I went on a test ride to make sure the gears were shifting properly. I rode to the end of my street and on to an abandoned access road along I-85 that dead ended after about ½ mile. This access road had a large hill about half way down. I had ridden to the end of the dead end road and was returning home when I approached the crest of the hill doing about 50 mph. Approaching the hill from the opposite direction was a car load of teenagers in the 69 Pontiac Bonneville (as it turned out former grade school classmates) who were going to the dead end to smoke pot. As they were approaching the hill they were racing the cars on the expressway alongside and were doing over 100 mph in the center of the road when we met at the crest of the hill. My motorcycle exploded on impact and I was catapulted over the car where I came to rest about 14 feet above the ground in the top of a Dogwood tree (Which was in full bloom at the time). My right leg was twisted behind my back and my right foot was dangling over my left shoulder my right arm was pinned behind my back by my right leg with my right hand in my left front pants pocket. I know that at this moment you are trying to visualize this being possible. But, let me caution you to not attempt to contort your body in this position at home. It is not possible for a healthy body to get in this position. I know I have tried. But let me assure you it is possible if all the bones on the right hand side of your body are crushed or broken. I managed to stay conscious for the next four hours which is how long it took for the paramedics to arrive, extract me from the tree, place me on a gurney and lower me down a 30 foot rock face cliff by ropes to the waiting ambulance below which was parked along side the expressway. The last conscious memory I had was the door of the ambulance closing after being placed into it. The recovery: At this point I’m sure you are visualizing the horror of the scene but, let me comfort you by saying that this event was the most positive, life changing event that I have ever experienced in my life. Please let me explain further. That night the doctors explained to my family the biggest danger threatening my life was that the bone fragments of the broken bones in my right arm and leg had penetrated all the major blood vessels in my arm and leg and I was rapidly losing blood pressure and was bleeding to death internally. They were preparing me for emergency surgery to try to repair the blood vessels and restore blood pressure. They told my parents to mentally prepare themselves for my death because there was less than a 5% chance that I would survive the surgery or that night. During that operation I lost all blood pressure and flat lined and for a few moments was clinically dead I entered that transition between life and death referred to as a near death experience. My spirit viewed my body on the operating table with the doctors frantically working on me to resuscitate my heart. They did manage to get my heart beating again and I did survive the surgery and that night. The next morning the doctors announced to my parents that I did survive the operation and the night and my chances of living were pretty good and increasing every hour. But, they said to prepare themselves with what was to come next. I would need another surgery later that day to amputate my right arm and right leg. Even though they restored my blood pressure they felt that the bone and muscle damage was so sever that the limbs could not be repaired sufficiently to not justify amputation. During that operation the orthopedic surgeon decided to try a new procedure that had occurred to him as a last chance effort to avoid amputation. Completing the operation he felt sufficiently satisfied that the procedure would work that he informed my parents that amputation would not be necessary. But to prepare themselves with the fact that the limbs probably would heal to be useless. He expected that my right arm would hang uselessly by my side and my right leg would not heal to be able to support weight and I would never walk again and would spend the rest of my life in a wheel chair. Over the next few weeks I survived several other operations (seven total) to repair different parts of my right hand, arm, foot, ankle and leg using a conglomeration of pins, screws, nuts, bolts and plates. I was very fortunate that I did not sustain any damage to my head (I am very pro helmet laws), spine or left side of my body From the time of the accident I stayed in a comma for three months. When I came out of the comma I found myself with my right arm and leg in traction which is were I remained in the hospital for a little over one year. The following three years were spent in a wheel chair undergoing massive physical therapy or Physical terrorism as I referred to it at the time. I bet you are still wondering why I felt this was a good thing It was because of the near death experience. Let me tell you what that was like. A near death experience is like a dream of a wonderful journey to the center of the universe and back, in the twinkling of an eye. A dream that won’t be forgotten, won’t be denied, won’t be ignored. Each step of the journey revealed knowledge of basic universal truths, the answers to the questions of life, the reason for our existence. On return the specific details of that sacred knowledge is left behind, knowledge we are not meant to know as failing humans in the imperfect world of the living. But you do return with a sense of the feeling of what it was like to have once had that knowledge. And the broad strokes of the concepts to these answers remain like weapons in a warriors defenders arsenal. These weapons allow a view of the big picture and create an uncanny insight into the different scenarios we are all intertwined with. An insight the uninitiated can only imagine and only the initiated can possess. An insight entrusted that becomes a blessing, a shield, a responsibility, an endless task, a heavy burden, a work of love, a life mission. This event was the beginning of the Dragonslayer. Recouporating from this accident required spending a year and half in traction, six months of physical therapy and then three years in a wheel chair before learning how to walk again. During that period my mother would encourage my daily progress by discussing my daily goals in terms of learning how to slay my dragons and becoming a dragonslayer. That name has stuck with me ever since then.

send me one to Georgia I'm glad Condor could help you out with the parts bike. I told you time would fix things hope the rest of your issues are working out. Sorry i missed your text the other night I was crossing the smokies in the dark, in the snow, in the cold and on the bike when you called.

There still plenty of 1st gen parts left. Who needs what?

For those of you stuck in parts of the country that does not have a fall color season change I thought I would show you what North Georgia looks like at full peak of the fall color leaf season change. These pics were taken during my Halloween ride Atlanta to Knoxville via Cherokee Smoky Mountain Park, Gattlinburg, Pigeon Forge, Knoxville and back with detour around North Georgia before getting back to Atlanta. These picks were taken near T.W.O. in Suches.

yea, yea, yea, and Dairy Queens

I've submitted a post on the request for features forum asking about the suitability and ability to use the forum for such an undertaking.

http://venturerider.org/forum/images/icons/icon1.gif They just about skipped GA Given the omissions of great rides that aren't included in the official publication by the Department of Transportation. I think it would be a good idea if the VentureRiders put out our own diffinative tour guide of all of the great rides all over the country. We have enough members to cover a good part of the world. Each of us could submit write ups of our own favorite rides in our home states, provinces and countries. they could then be compiled into a publication that could be sold through the internet and the proceeds could be used to support the Venturerider.org forum. What do yall think? Is this something that would be suitable to undertake? If so? Would it be suitable to ask for a committe of volunteers to organize? I'll participate on a organizational level. What would it take to develop a form that could be used on the site for the members to be able to use to submit in a uniform format write ups of rides in thier home areas. A form that might include specific information about a particular route such as : Start point, route, points of interest, map reference, Road type, and riding style Mountain twisties, pastural meanduring, challenging or not total miles, estimated ride time suggested dining and lodging brief write up regarding topography,geography, landscape, floral and fauna seasonal information finish point. It was my thought that if all submissions were done in a uniform format they would then be easier to compile into a publication format. The groupings of submissions could be by country, region, state, area of state , local.

http://venturerider.org/forum/images/icons/icon1.gif They just about skipped GA Given the omissions of great rides that aren't included in the official publication by the Department of Transportation. I think it would be a good idea if the VentureRiders put out our own diffinative tour guide of all of the great rides all over the country. We have enough members to cover a good part of the world. Each of us could submit write ups of our own favorite rides in our home states, provinces and countries. they could then be compiled into a publication that could be sold through the internet and the proceeds could be used to support the Venturerider.org forum. What do yall think?

I think I'll ask Freebird a few questions on the request for features forum to see how best get this idea off the ground and rolling.

Are you gonna use them to snipe on ebay?

Nebraska also has two pound grasshoppers that leave five inch splats on the windsheild.

I spent a whole year in Kansas one day.

Given the omissions of great rides that aren't included in the official publication by the Department of Transportation. I think it would be a good idea if the VentureRiders put out our own diffinative tour guide of all of the great rides all over the country. We have enough members to cover a good part of the world. Each of us could submit write ups of our own favorite rides in our home states, provinces and countries. they could then be compiled into a publication that could be sold through the internet and the proceeds could be used to support the Venturerider.org forum. What do yall think?

It is because most people put thier tail between thier legs and pay the fines that the dishonest cops get away with misusing thier authority to harrass the public because of thier personal agendas. It makes me sick to my stomach.

When I get back to the house I'll taske a picture of it. It's made like a pop up tent. You just take it out of the back pack type, flat, round, carrying case and let go of it and it automatically and instantanouesly pops up. Instant ground blind. I'm not sure how tall it is I set it up take pictures and measure it. Then post back.

Ill take one have it read Atlanta Dragonslayer. Pay pall on the way. How long will it take?

Seems that the tag skyp adds when you type in a phone number seems to trigger word processor failures, because whenever I enter phone number unless I disquise it so that it is not reconized as a phone number errors start occuring in word processor.