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Back ay ya buddy Happy New Year to you and Joyce. See ya soon

Eck, take a look at rt 120 thru Wind River canyon going North out of Riverton, Wy. it's a beautiful ride and ends in Thermopilis, while in Thermopilis there are public hot springs you can swim in, also take care while riding thru town, the local deer population thinks it was paved for them. Get on google earth, be sure places, photos and panaramio are checked, then get directions from Riverton, Wy to Cooke City, Mt. it's a great ride with lots to see. The East Yellowstone entrance is 5 miles from Cooke City. You'll probably want to get a room in Cooke City unless you have time to get to lodging in Yellowstone. Getting caught riding the in dark in Yellowstone can be scary, those bison blend into the darkness and you don't see them till they are right there. This route you'll see Wind river canyon and Chief Joseph Hwy. We rode each both ways just to see it from both directions.

The only thing I can add to what's already been said is.................... WHAT YA WAITING FOR

Thanks for the help everyone who voted. http://www.mlive.com/news/flint/index.ssf/2013/12/flushings_flagman_chosen_as_th.html

In 2010 we were in Yellowstone the last week of August, 1st week of Sept. and got snowed on ! When you are in that area ya just never know what mother nature will throw at you. We were also there about the same time in 2009 and it was in the Hi 90*

When I was out there in 2010 Rt. 287 was under construction and was 30 miles of MUD !! not a fun ride, we were leaving 4" deep ruts in the mud, 2 up & pulling a trailer over 100 bikes went down in the mud the day before. Check on this before you take it. If you go thru Casper, Wy then you need to/ have to, ride thru Wind River Canyon between Riverton and Thermopolis, Wy (be sure to stop and check out the Dam at the east end of the canyon) then on to Chief Joseph Hwy to the end then turn right, up & over Beartooth pass, or Left into Cooke City (food, lodging and gas). This ride makes for one of the best days of motorcycling you'll ever do. Cooke City is just a few miles to the east entrance of Yellowstone.

SEE... ya learn something new when you least expect it! I always thought Boxing day was to remind all the hungover Canadians to check the Christmas gift boxes before putting them into the trash, lest you throw out a passed out relative. Hockey just wouldn't be the same without good ol' uncle Cédric

I used to run amsoil in the turbo car, never tried it in the bike. How many miles between changes with amsoil in the bike?

HAPPY BOXING DAY

Me too

Give "JRichard" on the forum here a PM, he rides one of those and could fill you in on them.

Sunday doesn't work for me. If we do it on Saturday I'll have to pass on the snowmobile trip that weekend, but, that's ok, I'll be going sledding again on the weekend of the 18th. Do you have a sled ?

I have a hero 3. Last summer was our first with it, we used it alot and have a lot of video sitting ,waiting for me to edit into usable footage. I have mounts on the handlebars and rear luggage rack, I had thought about a helmet mount but with the way I rubber neck while riding I didn't think it would make for good video. When I have it mounted I always have a tether strap on it for extra piece of mind. I know several people who use the suction mount and have only heard of 1 that lost the camera.

We going to meet at the show ?

Merry Christmas & Many Blessings to all. Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?" Your sister? "Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly. Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" The child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly. Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the Child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. "What is it?" Santa asked warmly. "Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors. "The girl in the photograph .. My granddaughter .. well, you see .. she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the Holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa .... any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa." Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that Hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the Least I can do." When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital. "Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face. Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day. "C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall. Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!" "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year. As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels. "Oh , yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed. "Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night - all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift ofHOPE. "Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him. "My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him. One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came u p to sit on his lap. "Hi, Santa! Remember me?!" "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment. "You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes. That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank You Father. ' Tis a very, Merry Christmas!" If you believe in miracles you will pass this on. I did!! LIFE IS GOD'S GIFT TO YOU ... HOW YOU LIVE IT IS YOUR GIFT TO GOD, YOURSELF AND LOVED ONES.

Our condolences Joe, to you and your family.

SORRY the bus is full It would be great to see you and Sandy, it's been too long already.

Ha! Sounds like my stupid moment. Was up at the hunting cabin drinking apple pie one evening after the hunt and decided it would be fun to take the segway out, running up and down through the ditches and all was great till I found a log in the tall grass and face planted into the weeds while the segway ran up the back of my legs I limped around the rest of the week with a bruised leg and ego. The rest of the guys thought it was funny watching me disappear into the weeds HAHAHA. We had a young man die in a dune buggy rollover about 8 years ago and everyone was sober that time. SH*T can and does happen. Glad nobody was hurt worse.

A good possibility for us as well.

He is now in his mid 60's and completed the run by finishing the last few miles at the Wall in DC. earlier this past summer. Thanks for supporting him.

I'd love to join you Joe, BUT, this freezing rain we're having right now makes it hard to even walk out to the garage Please carry me in your vest pocket, I could use a little wind in my face about now.

I have a fellow friend and Patriot Guard Rider from our area that has completed a quest of his to run a mile for each service member memorialized on the Vietnam Wall in DC. Please take a minute to look at the link below and maybe give him a vote. Lets Help Flagman Win, Please go Vote for him after Completing over 58,000 mile in 30 years a mile for each man on Vietnam Wall Brothers and Sisters, Here is you chance to vote for the best story. Our Brother Flagman has been nominated. So vote. Here is the link http://www.mlive.com/news/flint/index.ssf/2013/12/whats_the_flint_journals_most.html Thanks for looking