Random Thought Thread

TRfromMT TRfromMT - Note that I envy you .... this is the one thing i miss most during our winter/WY break:

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Ok this machine is just awesome !!!!! If any motorcycle got me to ride again, it would be this one !!!!!
 
Ok this machine is just awesome !!!!! If any motorcycle got me to ride again, it would be this one !!!!!

Thanks ! If you like it, check this out. My wife says I have a noise fetish ... need to use your speakers:


(But Tony's bike sounds even better :) )
 
Ok this machine is just awesome !!!!! If any motorcycle got me to ride again, it would be this one !!!!!
I have an ST1100 and always admired BMWs.

In 2000 I rented a K1200 which we rode in CO, across WY and up to visit Rob Simonich in Clancy, MT.

On the way up, a few miles outside Bozeman, both throttle cables snapped while going through some curves in the area near Gallatin Bypass.

So much for that legendary build. 🤣

Being that it was 4th of July weekend, Rob picked us up in Bozeman and drove us back to his place. We finished the rest of the trip in a rental car which the outfit we rented the bike from paid for, and which we dropped off in Denver before flying back to FL at the time.

At least the rental car made it to the Custer Battlefield, Ft. Phil Kearny, the site of the Fetterman Massacre, and Ft. Laramie before we ended our trip.

I still like beemers, but...my wife agreed the ST was a nicer ride.

Love Roland's, though. Beauty.
 
Thanks ! If you like it, check this out. My wife says I have a noise fetish ... need to use your speakers:


(But Tony's bike sounds even better :) )
That’s a great video !!! Bike sounds awesome !!!!
My last bikes were mid 90’s ZX-11D’s The last one had a lot done to it. I’d say too much as I liked my stock ones better.
 
Random thought:

All toboggans are beanies, but not all beanies are toboggans.
I beg to differ.

LL Bean Toboggan

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P.S.

For my fellow nerds (I developed an interest in etymology, pretty early, when trying to figure out the connection/commonality between the words; animated and animosity).

Etymology of the word Toboggan

In summary, calling a knitted woollen cap "a Toboggan", makes about as much sense as calling a plastic/carbon fiber helmet "a motorcycle", or "a bicycle" 😂
 
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That's better than a lot of other terms normally bandied about...

Fuhgeddaboudit!

Yeah, making fun of people of Italian descent is like a sport among a certain segment of the population in NYC. I've never cared for the classist undertones of a lot of that stuff but you have to admit that "gabbagool" (ie. cappicola) and "galamad" (ie. calamari) are... eyebrow-raising if you're not used to them. One time I was in A&C Superette on Staten Island, which is not too far from my in-laws, and I tried to order a sandwich with fresh mozzarella, Cappicola, and prosciutto. They kid at the counter was like "what? What do you want? What?" Guy just could NOT get it and my wife was starting go past "ha ha, this is funny" into a mix of "I might kill you tonight" and "I hope the ground opens up and swallows us all" until I finally bit the bullet and in my best Brooklyn accent asked for mutz, gabbagool, and proshoot on a hero. The guy just says "oh... ok. Yeah, sure. No problem." This was probably almost ten years ago. I don't even notice stuff like that anymore. It is what it is.
 
Most of my wife's family is in Ozone Park and Howard Beach...and she's from Cypress Hills. She's the only one of her siblings born here and not in Sicily. My maternal grandfather was from Cinisi, outside Palermo.

So, ifa you no speaka da langwidge, shaddupa you face. Kapeesh? 😂

(I don't mean you, Box_Opener Box_Opener or your better half, obviously. I wish I could speak Italian. My Spanish is quite good.)

(You should have seen the Christmas and Birthday cards I'd get from my mother-in-law. They were priceless.)
Yeah, making fun of people of Italian descent is like a sport among a certain segment of the population in NYC. I've never cared for the classist undertones of a lot of that stuff but you have to admit that "gabbagool" (ie. cappicola) and "galamad" (ie. calamari) are... eyebrow-raising if you're not used to them. One time I was in A&C Superette on Staten Island, which is not too far from my in-laws, and I tried to order a sandwich with fresh mozzarella, Cappicola, and prosciutto. They kid at the counter was like "what? What do you want? What?" Guy just could NOT get it and my wife was starting go past "ha ha, this is funny" into a mix of "I might kill you tonight" and "I hope the ground opens up and swallows us all" until I finally bit the bullet and in my best Brooklyn accent ask for mutz, gabbagool, and proshoot on a hero. The guy just says "oh... ok. Yeah, sure. No problem." This was probably almost ten years ago. I don't even notice stuff like that anymore. It is what it is.
 
Most of my wife's family is in Ozone Park and Howard Beach...and she's from Cypress Hills. She's the only one of her siblings born here and not in Sicily. My maternal grandfather was from Cinisi, outside Palermo.

So, ifa you no speaka da langwidge, shaddupa you face. Kapeesh? 😂

(You should have seen the Christmas and Birthday cards I'd get from my mother-in-law. They were priceless.)

Wow, Cypress Hills. Now that is crazy! I used to work in Cypress Hills. Almost 6 years, 6 days a week. I know it very well! Funny story: when I was fresh to NYC and working in Cypress Hills there was a shooting range across from one of the schools I worked at. In my pure innocence, and assuming that I was still in Michigan, I went in to rent a pistol for some range time. Well... it did not go as planned. First of all, the place felt weird. Like, you ever been in a carpet store that's dusty and no one else is in there with you? It was like that but with worse lighting. I'm not mr expert but I have been in a few ranges and bad lighting just seems really wrong for a range. Anyway, the guy behind the counter looked like he had just rolled out of bed and he was squinting at me. My alarm bells go off but as at the time I was habitually used to ignoring them so I walk up to him and I ask if I can rent a gun and a lane. He doesn't answer right away. Finally he says "rent a gun?" And I try to explain, yeah, you know rent a pistol and ear protection, buy a hundred rounds, shoot until they're gone... that sort of thing. And he isn't reacting. Like at all. He just stares at me and the silence is becoming uncomfortable. So finally he says, in a very quiet voice, "we don't do that." And I go... oh, ok. And I leave. Later that night when I had internet (this was when internet on your phone was a novelty and mine didn't have it) I look up NYC gun laws and, yeah.... they're not the same as Michigan's. Also I'm an idiot. I can only imagine what that guy thought.
 
Box_Opener Box_Opener

My wife lived on Lincoln Ave. off Fulton St. Her brother had an Italian deli around the corner, (back in the middle to late 70's), and I worked in both East New York, (Pennsylvania and Atlantic), and in Cypress Hills, Fulton between Autumn and Hemlock. (Also in Bushwick, but that's another kettle of fish.)

I met my wife on the "J" train...but after meeting her, I realized a week later that I recognized her from the neighborhood when I used to stand outside Pristina's Plumbing having a smoke before going back to work.

Small world.

(When I looked up the Sicilian side of my maternal family's arrival in the U.S. on the Ellis Island site years ago, I saw that they actually stayed a few blocks away from where my wife lived...with an in-law on Atlantic Avenue. Only that was about 80 years earlier.)
 
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