Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Anonymous Wisdom
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Ralph Marston Wisdom
Don't lower your expectations to meet your performance. Raise your level of performance to meet your expectations. Expect thet best of yourself, and then do what is necessary to make it a reality. ~ Ralph Marston
Friday, November 24, 2006
Author Wisdom
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Inspirational Wisdome
Monday, November 20, 2006
Author Wisdom
Friday, November 17, 2006
Artist Wisdome
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Work Wisdome
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Wisdom
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Smart Guy Wisdome...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
In Flanders Fields
Friday, November 10, 2006
Chinese Wisdom...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Contemplate:
Friday, November 03, 2006
Life Wisdome
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Political Wisdom?
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Halloween Wisdome
Hark! Hark to the wind!
'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away-
The dead, forgotten this many a day!
~Virna Sheard
Monday, October 30, 2006
Halloween Wisdome
You wouldn't believe
On All Hallow Eve
What lots of fun we can make,
With apples to bob,
And nuts on the hob,
And a ring-and-thimble cake.
Carolyn Wells~
Friday, October 27, 2006
Halloween Wisdome
to be haunted;
one need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
~Emily Dickinson
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Halloween Wisdome
Of the grave's delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they - it is they.
~Arthur Cleveland Coxe
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Scottish Wisdome...
From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
~Scottish Saying
Monday, October 23, 2006
Halloween Wisdome
Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts
Along the moonlit way.
~John Kendrick Bangs
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Calvin and Hobbes Wisdom...
Monday, October 16, 2006
Buddha-ism
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Friday, October 13, 2006
Buddha-ism
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Famous Author Wisdome
Monday, October 09, 2006
ThanksGiving
when from East and from West,
From North and South,
come the pilgrim and guest,
When the gray-haired New Englander
sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored,
When the care-wearied man
seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles
where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lips
and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past,
like the rich pumpkin pie?
- John Greenleaf Whittier
Monday, October 02, 2006
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Leadership Wisdome...
Friday, September 29, 2006
Leadership Wisdome
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Famous Wisdome....
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
British Wisdome
Monday, September 25, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Greek Wisdom...
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Calvin and Hobbes Wisdom...
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
ah hab a toad id by dose
ah feel lak shit
ah dodn't wand do be wid fabily
or fweinds
all ah wand do do is sweep
dood dight
Friday, September 15, 2006
Wyzwmn has a cold!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Einstein Wisdom
Friday, September 08, 2006
Will Rogers Wisdom
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Dalai Lama Wisdom
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness. - HH the Dalai Lama
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Famous Wisdome....
Monday, September 04, 2006
Business Wisdom
Friday, September 01, 2006
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Working Wisdom...
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Famous Author Wisdome
Monday, August 28, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Lunachic Wisdome...
Stress Relief Formula
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Take one Helmet
Two Wheels
A Pair of Leather Chaps
A Map of the United States
Sing really LOUD
(repeat as needed)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I never get lost but sometimes I investigate unanticipated alternative destinations ;-)
Friday, August 25, 2006
So Long, Friend
by JzyNails
The gypsy wind,
it called your name,
No time to say good-bye.
You left us here alone, friend,
To take your final ride.
The world it couldn't tame your soul,
You lived your life with pride.
Now you soar free - like the crow,
You're on your final ride.
Your memory won't fade, old friend,
We'll hold you deep inside.
We'd come with you if, we only could,
Upon your final ride.
It's time to say so long, friend,
As you take your final ride.
We'll keep you with us in our hearts,
If not riding by our side.
~Jeff Pritchett~
1957 - 2006
RIP
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Morning Wisdome....
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Wise Poetry...
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Famous Author Wisdome
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Famous Wisdome
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Motorcycle Wisdom...
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
8/14/2005 - 8/14/2006
Eric ...my missing brother...I spent the day yesterday riding in the mountains and remembering you...
you'd have loved it!
I spoke with some of our brother's and sisters of the road and we had a moment to remember "absent friends" in the morning before we left - we felt you there...in the mountains and the treesI thought about how much we miss your laughter, I thought about the way life has changed over the year since you've been gone...I thought about how often we reflect upon you and speak of you...
I thought about your children and YHe's -
Know that we are all well brother - just as I know that you watch over us when we are spending our days...
riding...
in the mountains...
thinking of you.
In memorium Eric Eytcheson
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Motorcycle Wisdom...
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Motorcycle Wisdom...
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Famous Author Wisdome
Monday, August 07, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I'm Tickled Pickle!
as I was gearing up for the first time since the July long weekend - I pulled a total Karen and suggested that I might need gas to which the PO announced that I shouldn't as he'd filled it up prior to taking it over to Doug R's house...so we geared up and headed out - I'm having fun with the new clutch - it's one o them on or off and no in between - but I'll get used to it :o)
We went up to Coombs and Doug stopped at the Army Surplus to buy something and surprise surprise were joined by 468 for a brief chin wag before Doug and I headed to Nanaimo for lunch
just as we were about to turn off the highway to go into town the Pickle stalled dead and wouldn't go no how - I coasted over to the side of the road and Doug and I commenced to figurin what it could be....we puzzled for a bit and then low and behold Doug exclaims..."I think yer outta gas"...and I was....Doug slapped his forehead as he remembered that Doug H has put 1000 kms on the motor to break it in - so of course it needs gas...and me -- I'm such a freakin girl - I didn't even look (you'd have think I learned that lesson last fall when that kid said "sure...yer oil's fine lady)
I haven't laughed that hard in a long time - and while I was laughing 180 pulled in for a visit - so they waited for me while Doug went for gas....while we were waiting Little Quicky and Slyboy stopped for a hug on their way up island for a romantic brunch for their Anniversary (HAPPY ANNIVERSARY LYNN AND LEN!) and then Rake stopped by for a hug n a chin wag too!
Doug came back with gas and then he and I and Jeff (Muttly) went for lunch and a chin wag - when we were done we rode with Doug to Ladysmith where he stopped for a visit and Muttly to Mill Bay where he stopped for a visit and then on home over the Hat...just like an adult - all by my own self
I cannot tell you how good it felt!!!!
the only down side for the day was hitting that paving on Helmecken at 50k and my new fender snapped off. Apparently that trike just doesn't want a fender...and that's it....but hell - I'll worry about that when the rain comes :o)
Once again I need to thank Doug Coval - instigator extraordinaire, Doug Rhyorchuk mechanic extraordinaire (who popped a wheelie on the Pickle and scared himself silly!) and Muttly painting dude extraordinaire! Words cannot express my heartfelt thanks.
YAAAAAAAAAFREAKINHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Lookout Princeton - here we come!!!!!!!!!
Friday, August 04, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Biker Alphabet
B is for Bi**hes, they're looking so sweet.
C is for Chrome, the Biker's sunshine of life.
D is for Dancers, your M/C bro's wife.
E is for Evo, the new special breed.
F is for Fatboy, built low for great speed.
G is for Glide, Wide, Electra and Dyna.
H is for Harley, that hot steel vagina.
I is for Iso, the pegs for your scoot.
J is for Jerk Offs, you give them your boot.
K is for K Model, bike of yesteryear.
L is for Liquor, the booze and the beer.
M is for Money, to go party in town.
N is for (K)'Nuckles, used to (k)'nock a**holes down.
O is for Old Lady, who sweetens your bed.
P is for P**sy, no more need be said.
Q is for Quick, it's how you getaway.
R is for Roadrash, let's hope none today.
S is for Softail, the bike slung so low.
T is for Tires, they make your bike go.
U is for Up Yours, you say to some jerk.
V is for V-Twin, that rolling artwork.
W is for Wide Glide, that beefy front end.
X is for X-Ray, for when you're on the mend.
Y is for Young Bimbos, that ride on your scoot.
Z is for Zero, like when you're out of loot.
Motorcycle Wisdom
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Life Wisdome...
Sunday, July 30, 2006
the most amazing day...
and I've had a surprise b'day party....
the list as I remember it...and keep in mind here that I know nothing about nuttin technical....
I have a new clutch, and a new motor (like brand new right outta the Christmas wrapping only got 0 KM's on it), new speakers, new speaker covers, new running lights on the hubs, new HD mirrors, new upholstery front and back - new electrics wiring and ignition and stuff - something about the old stuff being half 6V and half 12V....signal lights that work - and brand new black exhaust...the roll bars and all the rusty chrome stuff (like the box latches and the supports etc under the trunk and the signal light housings have all been painted in some handy dandy, one step below powder coating....black...shiny and brand new....
I'm sure that I've forgotten something - but our new PO is bound to remind me :o)
once they're all done - I think that the fiberglass body and the transmission is original...everything else has been "fixed up"
can you believe it? I can just barely.....
wanna see pictures? how about even more pictures?
Friday, July 28, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Answers....
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
So Ya Think Ya Know Harleys?
and the answers tomorrow....
(1) What year were the 50th Anniversary emblems on all H-Ds?
(2) What year was the first foot shift Big Twin?
(3) From what model did the Sportster evolve (same frame & bottom end)?
(4) What engine was produced the most consecutive years (in the world)?
(5) What was Harley's shaft-drive model called?
(6) What Harley motor was an exact duplicate of a German DKW motor?
(7) What years did Panheads use springer front ends?
(8) What year was the Topper scooter introduced?
(9) During what years was the XLCR Cafe Racer made?
(10) What was the first year for belt drive on a Harley?
(11) What year and model H-D did Arnold Schwarzenegger ride in Terminator II?
(12) What year were the first teardrop tanks on Harleys?
(13) What is the largest-selling brand of motorcycle in America?
(14) In what year was Harley's first V-Twin manufactured?
(15) What year was the first 80 cubic inch motor offered by Harley?
(16) What was the first year for the 74 cubic inch OHV Harley motor?
(17) In what year did the Tombstone taillight debut?
(18) What was the first year for fork locks on Big Twins?
(19) When did Harley merge with AMF?
(20) When did Big Twins switch from 6 to 12 volts?
(21) Which got the first disc brake, FLs, FXs or XLs?
(22) What was the last year for the Big Twin rigid frame?
(23) When were the first rubber mount Harleys sold?
(24) When were the "knife and fork" connecting rods reversed?
(25) Who designed the springer front end?
(26) Which was made the longest, Knucklehead, Panhead, Shovelhead or Evo?
(27) What year was the first Low Rider?
(28) Which came first, the FXR or the FLT?
(29) What year was the first Super Glide?
(30) Who was the Italian company that made the "little" Harleys?
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Motorcycle Wisdom...
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Famous Author Wisdome
to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room,
with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules,
and who smiles all the time.
~Terry Pratchett, "Good Omens"
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Famous Wisdome
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Computer Wisdome
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
She's Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
no car
no trike
and no computer
well
that's my 3 eh?
my friend has loaned me his mail server to use until I get something else set up
so I'm on line
but I've still lost everything
no links
no tunes
and no data files
I've successfully lost
everything I have written
in the lastfour years
I am depressed at my stupidity
it's not like I wasn't aware
of what could happen
~sheeesh~
I don't even have a copy
of my resume!
.......
ok
back to our regular scheduled programing
bright and early
tomorrow!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Wyzwmn has left the building
Friday, July 14, 2006
Cartoon Wisdom
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Famous Motorcycle Wisdom...
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The Boomer’s Torment
gotta get back to it,
In my office looking at spreadsheets.
I hear way down on the street,
That rumbling engine roar,
My heart skips a beat.
It’d be nice to go.
It’s Tuesday,
pressure getting hot,
Talking to the CEO,
who listens to me.
Off in the distance,
some bro goes by,
He’s free to make that blessed noise.
My heart quickens its pace.
Can’t wait to go.
It’s Wednesday,
right in the thick of it,
In a lunch time meeting of forty.
Jonesy blasts out from the garage,
Concussive sound shattering the air.
My heart goes racing.
I’m dieing to go!
It’s Thursday,
I’m getting tired of it!
My assistant briefing me on schedules.
A leather-clad takes a look at the city,
The bellow bouncing off the buildings.
My heart slams in my chest.
Man! I gotta go!
It’s Friday,
wear my gear to work!
Pouring over quarterly sales reports,
I see four guys go by below,
The thunder heard above the traffic.
My heart roaring in my ears.
Hell with it!
Time to go!
Cynthia Philippi
Monday, July 10, 2006
Wisdom
Sunday, July 09, 2006
by Definition
Integrity:
- Steadfast adherence to a strict moral or ethical code.
- The state of being unimpaired; soundness.
- The quality or condition of being whole or undivided; completeness
Respect:
- To feel or show deferential regard for; esteem.
- To avoid violation of or interference with: respect the speed limit.
- To relate or refer to; concern.
Friendship:
- The quality or condition of being friends.
- A friendly relationship: formed many new friendships over the summer.
- Friendliness; good will: a policy of friendship toward other nations.
Brotherhood:
- The state or relationship of being brothers.
- Fellowship.
- An association of men, such as a fraternity or union, united for common purposes.
- All the members of a profession or trade.
so what's so hard to understand?
Friday, July 07, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Biker Wisdoms
A 'good' ride is one you can walk away from. A 'great' ride is one you can walk away from and still be able to use the bike again.
Every ride is optional.
If you push the bars left, the bike goes left. If you push the barsright, the bike goes right. That is, unless you continue pushing the barsall the way, then the bike will go down.
Riding a motorcycle isn't dangerous. Crashing one is.
It's always better to be on the sidelines wishing you were on the trackthan on the track wishing you were on the sidelines.
The only time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire.
The rear wheel is just a big fan on back of the bike used to keep therider cool and his/her butt relaxed. Going into a corner too fast andslamming on the rear brake causes the "fan" to abruptly stop. When thishappens you can actually see the rider start sweating and his/her buttbecome tense.
When in doubt slow down. No one has ever hit anything too slowly.
Always learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough tomake them all yourself.
You'll know you've left the sidestand down when all left turn areBat-turns and you'll know you've left the centerstand down when you're in1st gear at 4000 rpm, going nowhere.
Never let a motorcycle take you somewhere your brain didn't get to atleast three seconds earlier.
Always try to keep the number of times you put your sidestand down equalto the number of times you put the sidestand up.
There are two simple rules for riding smoothly and fast in snow and onice. Unfortunately nobody knows what they are.
You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. Thetrick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.
If all you can see in your mirrors is sparks and all you can hear isscreaming from your passenger, things may not be as they should be.
In the ongoing battle between objects made of metal, rubber andfibreglass going 100+ miles per hour and the ground going zero miles perhour, the ground has yet to lose.(Same goes for cars, large trucks, and animals taller than you. Draws don'tcount.)
Good judgment comes from experience. Unfortunately, experience usuallycomes from bad judgment.
Keep looking around. There's always something you've missed.
Remember, gravity and centrifugal force are not just good ideas. They'relaws and are not subject to appeal.
The two most useless things to a rider are the braking distance behindyou and nine-tenths of a second ago.
~anonymous~
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Famous Motorcycle Wisdom
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Wind Dance
She'll show that which you crave to see.
She''ll manufacture delusions of grandeur.
Spin illusions, make you think you are free.
Mirages she'll dangle for your pleasure.
Sweet lies she'll whisper to your soul.
Jealously she'll snatch times of your leisure,
Baiting, waiting to exert her control.
You've lived with this bitch, this surreal witch, the Wind Vixen, serving up tasty dreams.
Your scooter, it sings, like Pegasus' wings, as you commune with her rantings, her screams.
You've chosen a road, the Wind, her abode, she opens and gives you full reign.
In your mind you're in charge, taking names, living large, to you the equation's so plain.
It doesn't take long, her lullabye song, seduces you into that highway trance.
Your engine's husky drone, such an obedient clone, you twirl in this exotic WIND DANCE.
Not waiting to dither, "Brave warrior, come hither!", soprano voices, angelic, you hear.
Your heart leaps at last, as when tied to the mast, brave Ulysses, his spirit did cheer,
With the sweet sirens song, the Wind carried along, to deposit in the purse of his ear.Biker's passion you bring, born to hear the wind sing, life you know must be lived in high gear.
Bravely onward to your goal, past the reef and the shoals, you approach your objective, briefly glance,
Up into the Wind, it knows where you've been, it knows you're coming to the WIND DANCE
You carry life's load, up this steep mountain road, the Wind gamely assists from behind.
She caresses your face, makes your heart's engine race, keeping time with the beat in your mind.
The hawg 'tween your legs, your boots on the foot pegs, anchors you to reality's plight.
But your mind's moving on, to that limbo it's gone, she calls "Your valor's earned my respite".
The throttle you twist, with leather bound wrist, to hasten your gamble, life's great chance.
She's driving you on, your bike chugs along, as you promenade, partnered in this WIND DANCE
The Wind so sublime, as higher you climb, taking note of the cliffs to your right.
This thin mountain road, the air turning cold, like the heart of your mistress so tight.
Phantom dominatrix controlling, road twisting, rolling, wind gusts send you careening toward the edge.
Guard rails defend, as the Wind tries to send, you hurtling over the ledge.
That fickle Wind bitch, in your brief mental hitch, thought the time was right, here was her chance.
In her soul-lust, her greed, she took over the lead, waltzing you in her poison WIND DANCE.
Realizing she tried, you pull off to the side, surveying the damage to your sled.
Your leg bears the bruise, souvenir of your cruise, against the steel of the rail, now stained red.
Yourself you quickly nurse, you decide you've had worse, you curse the Wind, yelling, you chastise.
But the wind she dies down, surplanting your frown, soothing you with unseen sultry eyes.
Like a knight's been un-horsed, you get right back on course, tell the squire to "Fetch one more lance!".
This joust has yet to end, your honor you'll defend, in this mazurka of danger, WIND DANCE.
Your trusty iron steed, with no gas or oil bleed, is ready to try yet again.
That noble Softail, you it never shall fail, prepares to re-engage with a yen.
Its soul mimics yours, the long rides, the tours, you've taken together, this bond,
Can never be broke, though the Wind might evoke, trepidation, hesitation from beyond.
Your spirit so strong, it sings right along, with the tune which, in your mind, now does prance.
Seeger's TURN THE PAGE, heard while passing a cage, accompanies you in this whirling WIND DANCE.
That classic song of the road, becomes an uplifting goad, that sends you to battle once more.
The Wind showed her face, in her death-like embrace, now she endeavors, attempts to implore.
Forgiveness she seeks, tears stain invisible cheeks, nature's actress, modern day tragedy.
With thespian ploy, she tells you "Good Boy, Your courage was your own remedy!".
Your ego satisfied, you continue your ride, up the mountain, full throttle, cares askance.
The bluster bitch smiles, she knows all the while, you fill her "card" for this deadly WIND DANCE
You see it ahead, surveying without dread, this wide open natural bridge.
Such vistas you see, opiate of the Rockies, disregarding the drop of the ridge.
Your breath it gives way, Mother Nature holds sway, you can't help but glut on the view.
The Wind rises up, gusting strong, so abrupt, toward the edge you swerve, naught you can do.
Launching over the side, your fatal last ride, your lunch now resides in your pants.
You hear a wild laugh, like a fish on the gaff, soon it ends, music over, this WIND DANCE.
Later, Park Rangers stand, o'er broken body, ruptured gland, the look on their faces so grim.
Above on the road, the blue lights flashing cold, on the top of the cruisers steel brim.
Another Biker gone, that same old torch song, lover unfaithful, soul-wrenching smut.
Brothers at home mourn the loss, one more bold rider tossed, from the bosom of that cold, faithless slut.
The Wind near the hill, gently blowing at will, calls another to task, her lusty glance,
Catches one more bikers eye, calls him up toward the sky, her new partner, waltzing in the WIND DANCE .
For the Wind is a demonstrative mistress.
She'll show that which you crave to see.
She''ll manufacture delusions of grandeur.
Spin illusions, make you think you are free.
Mirages she'll dangle for your pleasure.
Sweet lies she'll whisper to your soul.
Jealously she'll snatch times of your leisure,
Baiting, waiting to exert her control.
BULLDOG
USMV M/C W.P.B. FL
Copyright 2002
Bruce "Bulldog" Dowling
bulldog00@adelphia.net
Motorcycle Poetry
Parked like the soul of the junkyard
Restored, a bicycle fleshed
With power, and tore off
Up Highway 106, continually
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.
~James Dickey, "Cherrylog Road"
Monday, July 03, 2006
Happy Birthday eh?
a day er two late
I was attending an SCRC event
called
the Qualicum Bay Camporee
and it was awesome!
there were lots of pix taken
and here's the first installment
from my sister BeWise...
http://photoshare.shaw.ca/view.php?VEID=36033_QfNFCr1151971223cxKWoq&preview=1
Happy Birthday Canada!
I don't know about you
but I had a blast!