"S o r n i" <
[email protected]> wrote:
>Neil Brooks wrote:
>> "S o r n i" <[email protected]> wrote:
>>
>>> Neil Brooks wrote:
>>>> Slight change of topic. I thought it was time.
>>>
>>> A Porsche's strong...WHAT?!?
>>>
>>> Showing? Smell of cheese? (Or two.) Handling characteristics?
>>>
>>> Edward G. Robinson: "Yeah. So where's your savior now?" (Or
>>> something like that.)
>>>
>>> He's out taking a test drive, Bill S.
>>>
>>
>> This new newsreader started a new thread, though I was responding to
>> an existing thread . . . called "In the Bible, does Jesus say abortion
>> is wrong?"
>>
>> If you say /my/ subject aloud, it does sound rather similar.
>
>Ah, my newsreader kept it in the same thread; I just wanted some closure on
>that last bit. (I *did* miss the phonetic similarity to the previous topic;
>just assumed you were tripping...again!)
Statistically, a safe bet. After Boyle M. Owl brought back Firesign
Theatre, I just had to . . . .
>> Just back from San Clemente Canyon with ye olde tank-bike. Both it
>> and I are now thoroughly wet. If you happen to see a young girl in a
>> white Volvo 2KJK987, would you kindly flip her off for me. Near death
>> experience....
>
>Story? (And wasn't SCC /extremely/ soft and wet? Sycamore {Santee} usually
>holds up much, much better, and it was NASTY last night. Might just buy a
>whole new bike instead of tackling my drivetrain!)
SCC was a duathlon and I was ill-prepared for the swim portion. Very
glad I wore my cheap shoes. Even the dry land part was brutal. Looks
like they must have dumped sand on the trails since El Nino left its
wake. It just plain sucked.
My old cousin, Dave (looong dead) was notorious for buying a new
Cadillac whenever the old one's ashtrays were full. Cleaning
drivetrains is overrated. Lemme' know: bike shopping on /somebody
else's/ credit card's a hoot!
On my way back home, via Balboa (roads are good for dislodging mud
from the knobbies). Crossed Clairemont when said driver made 30
degree lane change toward curb in front of -- what is that: Salvation
Army? -- to pick up her sidewalk-awaiting friend. Her move was a
direct hit trajectory but for "blind" luck, powerful (and recently
well-adjusted) canti's, and quick reflexes.
I yelled as I passed her by, then pointed upward with a single digit,
letting her know in which direction to look within her car to find her
rear-view mirror. As I came down the (40mph) downhill, she blazed by
and blasted the horn as she passed me.
Bimbo. Car-driving bimbo . . . with two tiny child-seat-bound tots in
the back seat. Where's the foster care system when you need them.
I don't want this to turn into a thread about "how many of you carry
weapons while you ride," but . . . as it turns out . . . the headset
mount for my old Cateye Wireless is nearly a perfect swap for this:
http://snipurl.com/d7w9
>Besides, you can't die yet; you've got a MOOTS to live for! (And since it's
>too big for ME...)
a) You'd still ride it and you know it;
b) They are cutting it annoyingly close for that Solvang Century. I
may have to offer to (GULP!) pay for 2-day air from Steamboat Springs
to ensure that I get it....