The Beast Lives

About 8:00 tonight I sparked her up. It took a few kicks. The smoke was tremendous but cleared out. The neighbors’ dogs barked with excitement and the brring-dingg-ding was fun. With a kick, in gear we rolled out into darkness – with NO brakes, not good, gotta fix that. The evidence is in, the silencer works – the old can was a megaphone. Not so much now. Gotta fix the brake fluids and stuff.

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The semi-sprawling adventures of a culturally hegemonic former flat-lander and anti-idiotarian individualist, fleeing the toxic cultural smug emitted by self-satisfied lotus-eating low-land Tesla-driving floppy-hat wearing lizadroid-Leftbat Califorganic eco-tofuistas ~

17 thoughts on “The Beast Lives

  1. Are you sure that the “Green Sticker” is still honored?
    Calif has a history of invalidating .gov issued stuff that they originally claimed was good for life, or simply adding new regs that make federal issue stuff worthless. The only thing CA can be trusted to do is screw you over, or to make continuing attempts to accomplish it.

  2. Ah the good ol days… had one of the hands drive his off a a high bank while we were gathering a 3,000 acre field. He rode it to the bottom, busted some ribs and knocked him out. Had to call in the copter to transport him. I was thankful to be a horseback and not be on one of those bikes. He healed up, mostly, and was back at it in due time.

    • You just never know. The worst wreck I ever had was on a horse born and raised on our ranch when I was about 10. He was a little guy we named Lucky, only about 700 lbs soaking wet, and about as even tempered and loyal as you could ask for.

      I was rounding up the horse heard (14 or so) one summer afternoon riding lucky bare back. We were at a gallop when he stepped in a squirrel hole and down we went. Broke my left arm and knocked me unconscious for 45 minutes. Lucky wasn’t hurt. Fortunately, my Mom and some friends were following in our jeep. They didn’t see me go down, but saw Lucky without me aboard.

      While in the hospital, there was another lad about my age in the bed across from me. Don’t recall his calamity, but I remember they gave him an injection, likely tetanus. The nurse broke off the needle afterwards and tossed the syringe in the trash.

      The two of us were bored stiff. I climbed out of my bead and retrieved the used syringe. His family had visited him earlier that day and his sister wore a low back cotton dress. When they came in the next day, I had the syringe loaded from my water glass. Bullseye! I think they sent me home the next day.

  3. It’s a while since you mentioned your bike stuff, I enjoyed your writings about past rides. My girls playing a tune you may like over at mine….not much of a surprise who the tunes by though!

  4. The hours I spent on one of those can be counted on the fingers of one hand. However, I did have more than one equestrian incident of “WHOA, DAMMIT, WHOA!”.

    • An Enduro race is pretty much an all day event, and grueling – but it doesn’t have a mind of its own! Watching Westerns on TV makes me pine for a pony, but at this age it just seems like a lot more maintenance and love is required to mind-meld with another creature…

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