My stars and garters- this is an old thread. !
Somehow, I got a message from Upperlake saying he has read this "obituary" and it made him sad.
Mr Dave, on one hand you say you don't understand this internet communication thing, but on the other you say you shall miss the friends (not an exact quote there...). Well, that's what the internet is about; the magic of talking to people who become friends though the either in far off places like England, Auustralia, Canada, Korea- whereever. No- it's not like we had lunch after church most Sundays. So what?
Bub- you sure seem depressed as hell to me. I, for one, don't care if you have a bike or not. I just like talking to people who know the difference between your and you're, mute and moot, etc. I'm assuming you're going to read this, so here's my e-mail addy; cursethedarkness@charter.net If you ever want to get anything off your chest, send me a line.
Things have changed some here personnel-wise. I'm constantly thinking "who is THAT guy and where did he come from?!" Oh well. I miss Raul's posts, but it's good to see he still reads things some. I've decided to become more modest and dicreet, myself- mostly because I don't know as much as I thought I did.
As far as age goes; Every morning- first crack of light- I take a piss like a race horse on a flat rock. Then, waves of relief mixed with pure joy moves through my whole body as I take a firm, healthy dump.
I sorta wish I could get out of bed before noon, though...
As far as riding goes; Age and treachery will beat youth and alleged skill every time. Run what ya brung.
(here's a shout out to John Baker- one of my heroes)
