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Brock is our grandson who was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes early last year. There are so many children who have Type 1 (the kind that they will have to have insulin for the rest of their lives). We would love to have you join in the walk or be a virtual walker. Any support you can give this cause would be greatly appreciated! JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes, North Alabama 2015: Brock's Sugar Shakers - JDRF The JDRF Walk raises money for life-changing T1D research. Join the Walk today. www2.jdrf.org

A must see. They are from right here in burlington. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9NF2edxy-M]Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk off the Earth (Gotye - Cover) - YouTube[/ame]

I've had trouble with my knees for a few years and I still get around OK but I am considering a knee replacement before I get to the point that I can't function. The doc says I could wait another year or two but I would like to get back to being able to walk a few miles. Has anyone been through the surgery and if so, how was the recovery and rehab? How long before you were back to work, driving and on the bike? Would you do it again? Thanks, Dennis

The instructor at the Lamaze class was giving the students a few last tips for the day. He turned from the pregnant ladies who were soon to deliver to speak directly to their husbands/partners/coaches. "Now among all the other suggestions I've made, there's one I want to emphasize," he said. "The best exercise for an expectant mother is to walk. So I want you fellows to encourage your ladies to take a walk every day. And the best way to do it is for you to walk with her." In the back, one of the husbands raised a hand. "I'm just wondering...while we're walking, would it hurt if she carried a golf bag?"

Contrary to what we were led to believe last fall, this winter (so far) is turning out to be a lot nicer. Yesterday's high was 14 Celcius. Forecast for the up coming 14 days is looking pretty good. During my short 2 block walk for lunch today I saw 4 guys on bikes. With any luck I will get a chance to get out on the scoot over the coming weekend! [ATTACH]53395[/ATTACH]

This is a wonderful story ... Be patient & please read it until the end .... I promise you'll enjoy it ....it was sent to me by ibents.... This is a story of an aging couple told by their son who was President of NBC NEWS. This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed. Here goes ... My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet. "In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it." At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: "Oh, bull ****!" she said. "He hit a horse." "Well," my father said, "there was that, too." So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none. My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together. My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. "No one in the family drives," my mother would explain, and that was that. But, sometimes, my father would say, "But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one." It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first. But, sure enough , my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown. It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car. Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but it didn't make sense to my mother. So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's idea. "Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?" I remember him saying more than once. For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work. Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage. (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.) He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home. If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests "Father Fast" and "Father Slow." After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: "The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored." If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, "Do you want to know the secret of a long life?" "I guess so," I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre. "No left turns," he said. "What?" I asked. "No left turns," he repeated. "Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic. As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn." "What?" I said again. "No left turns," he said. "Think about it.. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights." "You're kidding!" I said, and I turned to my mother for support. "No," she said, "your father is right. We make three rights. It works." But then she added: "Except when your father loses count." I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing. "Loses count?" I asked. "Yes," my father admitted, "that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again." I couldn't resist. "Do you ever go for 11?" I asked. "No," he said " If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week." My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90. She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102. They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.) He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died. One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news. A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, "You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred." At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, "You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer." "You're probably right," I said. "Why would you say that?" He countered, somewhat irritated. "Because you're 102 years old," I said.. "Yes," he said, "you're right." He stayed in bed all the next day. That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night. He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said: "I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet" An hour or so later, he spoke his last words: "I want you to know," he said, clearly and lucidly, "that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have." A short time later, he died. I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long. I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life, Or because he quit taking left turns. " Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance,take it & if it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it wouldmost likely be worth it." ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE! gunk:smile5:

How many 1st genners out there that think their bike is faster than a 2nd gen has actually ridden a 2nd gen?I would be willing to bet 90% has not.I have both so I can talk the talk and walk the walk.

Well it appears my riding season will be starting a little later than I had hoped. My Arthiritis has cailmed another victiom. My right big toe joint is shot, making it extremely painful to walk and with my job I walk alot. So...March 16th I'm having surgery to have the joint replaired or replaced. I can go back to work in a week, but Doc thinks I should stay off the bike for about 4 weeks (but I bet don't) Anyway I am looking forward to walking with less pain, so that's a good thing. Now if I could just convince my other Dr to replace my shoulder I might be able to be relatively pain free for a few years. Sucks when your body checks out.

Charlene is out of surgery, havent seen her yet, but talked to the surgeon and he said everything went well, she should be able to sit in a chair sometime tomorrow and may be able to walk some...:clap2:They sure have come a long way with this type of surgery.......

Hello my friends, I have a situation and could use some of your feedback. I am looking to purchase another Royal Star,it is a 1996 BEAUTIFUL bike that has sat for about years in a garage,here is the catch. The bike starts on full choke idles badly and stalls when you crack the throttle. The present owner has let me put SeaFoam and fresh gas in the tank which actually has made the bike run(idle) worse. It appears to be running on 3 cylinders as the upper left exaust header does not get hot. My job has taken me from my home where I had my shop and now I live in an apartment where I dont have the resources to work on the bike. Not knowing shop rates for what appears to be fouled carbs the owner is willing to give me $300.00 off the asking price because of its running condition. Do I pull the trigger and buy the bike and hope that the repairs dont exceed $300.00 or walk away. The bike has 18,000 miles.

the wife & I stopped in a Honda shop today, to buy her another visor, for her helmet so, I'm in paying for the new one, and I don't see the wife anywhere., so I slowly look around, as not to miss, the Little wife of 5 ft., I come around the leather jackets, and find the wife sitting on the back of a 2009 Goldwing, trying out the back seat. So I stepped back and just watched. she got off, opened the trunk, checked out the gauges, touched the fairing, walk around It one more time. Then started looking for me. of course, found me, in the leather section, looking at jackets..... I said NOTHING....... GOD!!!! I hope this is a start of a new relationship (For both of us)

Hobbling around on my bad leg sometimes it don't come down right and causes me to be a little less stable than I used to be. Anyway going down some steps couple days ago and came down on it wrong. Jerked other foot backwards to catch myself and busted the pad on the bottom of my heel. The callus or whatever it is. Sure does make for a sore GOOD foot. I can walk if I walk on the heel of my bad one and the toes of my good one. I wobble but I ain't fell down. YET. I can't walk but I can ride if the weather would let me!!:crying: This probally don't make much sense but I got TWO sore feet now!!

I would like to try a set of quieter mufflers on my '05 RSTD. If anyone has a set of stock or maybe a set of Road king mufflers laying around that you trip over every time you walk through the garage, I might buy them from you just to help you get rid of them.

My group (Pennsylvania-X) rolled into the Bluke Knights Convention in Louisville, KY today. I counted about ten other RSVs during a walk around the motorcycle parking lot this evening. My question: is anyone from the VR group also at the BK convention?

My wife is seeking sponsors for the Komen walk for the cure, this one is a 3 day 60 mile walk. There is more information about it below, any help is greatly appreciated. Thanks Butch and Brenda http://www.the3day.org/images/content/pagebuilder/10860.jpg http://www.the3day.org/images/sp.gif This year, I'll be participating in a very special event called the Breast Cancer 3-Day. I'll walk 60 miles over the course of three days with thousands of other women and men. The net proceeds will support breast cancer research, education, screening and treatment through Susan G. Komen for the Cure and the National Philanthropic Trust Breast Cancer Fund. I've agreed to raise at least $2,300 in donations. I've set my personal goal at $2300.00 but hope to exceed that amount. So I need your help. Would you please consider making a donation from $5.00 to $500.00? Keep in mind how far I'm walking - and how hard I'll have to train. You can give online at www.The3Day.org. Just follow the link below to visit my personal fundraising webpage and make a donation. You can also call 800.996.3DAY to donate over the phone. As so many of us have lost a loved one to cancer, my family have lost both Mom and Dad to cancer. I do this walk in thier memories. According to Susan G. Komen for the Cure, approximately 200,000 American women will be diagnosed with breast cancer this year, and nearly 40,000 will die from the disease. That's why I'm walking so far. To do something bold about breast cancer. I hope that you'll share this incredible adventure with me - by supporting me in my fundraising efforts. Thank you in advance for your generosity! Sincerely, Brenda aka "Topmom" P.S. Ask your employer if they will double your donation through a matching gift program! Click here to visit my personal page. If the text above does not appear as a clickable link, you can visit the web address: http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/Walk/TampaBayEvent?px=2714977&pg=personal&fr_id=1301&et=K0HO5pPr-bLtmxwj8NYeyw..&s_tafId=131971 http://www.the3day.org/site/PixelServer?tr=Go0KNwVLx7iZBjYUj8JGlQ.. http://www.the3day.org/images/sp.gif

Kids are grown and or off doing their own thing in different parts of the country, just leaves me and Mrs. Bubber here in Minnesota alone this year. So we decided to go to Vegas and walk and see the sites. Don't care for gambling but need some warmth to play in. Anybody in the Vegas area? What to see and what not to miss. Never been to Vegas so not sure what to expect. Steve

i thought my back was "going out", on me last friday, so i took it REAL easy, all day. Saturday morning, i just had a "BURNING sensation, across my belt line. by noon saturday, i had what felt like "high voltage electrical shocks", running down the back of my left leg. my son was home, for two days, so i had him put my monitor and keyboard, down here on the floor, so i could use them! spent the last three days, flat on my back, on the floor. TODAY, things are easing up , a little. when i walk, it feels like i'm stepping on a thousand thumb tacks, but that will soon wear off. has anyone else got a "ruined back"? now you all know why i use this little guy. just jt

Hey guys. This is Jeff, Gary's son, again. He's still in intensive care in the hospital. He's breathing on his own, talking, and started to eat today. He wanted me to put a message from him up here. "Life has changed during the last two weeks in ways that I thought it never would. I don't know if I'll ever ride again and I don't care. If I walk again I'll be happy. Thank you for all your heartfelt messages. Hopefully I'll do this myself in a few weeks, sitting in front of the fireplace at Christmas time if I can find someone to haul the wood. I'm not up for visitors. We'll let you know ASAP." Thanks again for all of your support. ~Jeff Nantais

Well guys its that time again. As you recall I posted last year about a haunted walk at a camp that we do as a fund raiser. Well this year we are at it again for year 27 and this is my 4th. Last year we raised 100K for Camp Pa-Qua-Tuck in Center Moriches LI NY. The camp is for Disabled children and is funded by fundraiser like this to meet special needs. This year in the Building that I help with we are Doing the Phycho Circus. And in addition to Ringmaster Skinner I get to Play Sawzall the Clown! We also have a new building and have a new addition in that buiiding. VTirelli's Stepdaughter is also a character in one of the other houses. He and Sam should be proud that she wants to help in the cause make difference to these kids. I will post pics soon.