I attempted an intro unsuccessfully. I’m lucky to finish one segment before needing to crawl back to bed. Let’s see what happens…
Buell Being Shipped To Phoenix
When the battered Buell arrives back in the new Bikernet truck, we will be replacing the brakes with Brembo’s hot products, although I don’t have any complaints about the standard Buell components. Check the Sturgis 2001 saga over the next couple days for a complete rundown on the Buell’s performance on long-distance runs.
NINE MONTHS LATER
Jack decided to go for a ride with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up the Harleys and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
“I realize it’s terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I’m recently widowed,” she explained. “I’m afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.”
“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “Well be happy to sleep in the barn with our bikes and if the weather breaks, we’ll be gone at first light.”
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend riding through the mountains.
About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met when it snowed on their bike trip. He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, “Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our motorcycling holiday up North?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?” “Yes,” Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out. “I have to admit that I did.”
“And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?”
Bob’s face turned red and he said, “Yeah, sorry, buddy. I’m afraid I did. Why do you ask?”
“She just died and left me everything.”
(And you thought the ending would be different, didn’t you?) Caught you smiling– Keep it up!!!!!
Hey Bandit
I really appreciate the help you gave me regarding my inner primary and assembling a couple months ago. It worked great, so I fiqured I’d send you some pictures of my finished ride, an 82 FXR. Any thoughts, don’t hesitate to mail me. Thanks again, cheers from Victoria B.C. Al
WELCOME TO THE SHERIDAN PAGE OF THE FREE RUSTY WEB SITE — ? WRITTEN BY K.O. COONES, JULY 2001 ???????
?? My first trip to see Rusty was exceptionally nice. After traveling 1,100 miles, I left Portland Airport for a scenic one-hour drive south, headed toward the beach. There are three small cities on the way, and a few little towns. Everywhere I looked there were wildflowers growing outta control. Laffayette was my favorite little town because there is an Antique Mall. I was greeted in McMinnville by a ?Free Rusty Supporter? who escorted me on his chromed-out chopper all the way into Sheridan. Donny made sure I knew my way around, he was a gracious host and guide.
Bright wildflowers lined every mile the road as if God himself had landscaped it special just for my trip. Thanks for the STOCKERS coffee cup, Donny. Sheridan is a town of about 3,000 people, founded in 1881. Sheridan sits along the Yamhill River. Named for Civil War Gen. Phil Sheridan, his troops occupied the area and fought the Indian Wars in the new Pacific NorthWest territory, before President Abraham Lincoln called him to ?????????fight the Civil War in the 1850s. More than 50 years later, President Roosevelt had a hand in the success of this region by employing its residents. The ?Works Progress Administration? helped build and modernize the community during what was left of the Great Depression. Today, this region is a thriving agricultural area, it?s main employment being farms, wood mills and of course, The Federal Correctional Institute. (Can you tell I did my homework??) ???????
?? The F.C.I. at Sheridan is unique, in my opinion. It?s surrounded by fields of green, distant red barns and plenty of healthy agriculture. Never-ending views of bright, colorful wildflowers can be seen all over the place, which contribute to the fresh, sweet air. ????????? As I am told, there are three different facilities that total the ?campus? of the F.C.I. at Sheridan. When driving in, I saw the Federal Detention Center which is a type of holding jail. The F.D.C. is just like M.D.C. in Los Angeles where Rusty stayed his first 2 years. Then there is the Sheridan Federal Camp, which is a low-level security place. Finally, driving further ahead, I arrived at the Federal Correctional Institute, considered medium security. All in all, I remained impressed by the well-manicured grounds, so pristine, and all the pretty flowers.
I was lucky enough to get four full visits in a four-day trip. The B.O.P. staff were friendly in a professional way. The visiting room was awesome, as visiting rooms go?? set-up kind of ?theater style? and VERY CLEAN! For the first time in 2 years I got to sit next to Rusty and we shared meals together. Anyway, our visits were great and they sure went by fast. Rusty was his usual self, a perfect gentleman, honorable and self-assured. ???????? ????????
? Rusty is a whoppin? 297 pounds of rock solid muscle. I forgot how ?little? I am when I?m next to him. He?s at the weight pile a lot. He tells me it?s an outdoor gym with a metal roof overhead. My Rusty is benching in the 400 Club. He has a little helper-guy, David, who loads and unloads his weight plates. David is definitely a little dude. Because David is so small and skinny, Rusty nicknamed him Sucked-Up.? ????????? I got to meet Sucked-Up and his mom and dad, who came all the way from Long Island, N.Y., to see their son. Like me, it was their first visit at Sheridan. ?????????????? ?????????
On my next visit (who knows when), I want to drive out to the famous Oregon coast. It?s a 45-minute drive to the ocean from Sheridan, and there is a casino somewhere along that highway. Guess I?ll have to do a tour with my guide, The Donny, for that road trip.????? ????????? In closing, I had a great visit with Rusty. Very memorable, worth every treasured minute. I want to extend my sincerest thank you to those whose donations got me there. Both Rusty and I are grateful and appreciate your kindness. Until my next visit to Sheridan, this will remain posted, at which time I will post a new letter and some more pictures.
Stay with us here at the Free Rusty Web site***********Love, K.O. Coones
Motorcycle Rider and Patrol car Tangled After Turn
By J.D. Walker Staff Writer, The Courier-Tribune
A motorcyclist died late Friday afternoon after his motorcycle and a deputy’s patrol car in pursuit “got tangled up” in a crash about 7 miles west of Asheboro, according to a report from the N.C. Highway Patrol.
Gerald Benjamin Abney, Jr., 40, 494 Mt. Shepherd Road, Asheboro, was pronounced dead at the scene on Mt. Shepherd Road, after apparently being run over at around 5:15 p.m. by Randolph County Deputy Rodney Coe following a two-vehicle chase. Sgt. Mark Ivey with the Randolph County office of the N.C. Highway Patrol reported that Coe pursued Abney on U.S. 64 West “for several miles and several minutes.” Abney was driving a 1987 Harley-Davidson motorcycle. There was no information at press time on what initiated the chase. Sheriff’s department officials assisted at the scene but left the investigation to the highway patrol. Randolph County Sheriff Litchard Hurley said at the scene Friday that his department would issue a statement on the accident today, after he interviews Coe and reads the completed highway patrol report. Ivey said when both vehicles turned right onto Mt. Shepherd Road, they crossed the road and ran off the left side – with the front of the patrol car coming to rest against an embankment and the motorcycle pinned beneath the car.
“When they turned off at that intersection, they got tangled up,” said Ivey. Coe was transported to Randolph Hospital where he was treated and released. As Randolph EMS officials loaded Abney’s body into an ambulance, a young man arrived on the scene in a sedan. The man jumped out of his vehicle and attempted to get closer to the wrecked car and motorcycle. He was restrained by law enforcement officials.
“That’s my dad,” the man cried out. The man collapsed on the side of the road, sobbing. Officers tried to console the man but he broke away and ran up Mt. Shepherd Road – on the other side of a yellow police barricade tape – to where a woman identified by officers as Abney’s wife stood. Later, the man returned to move his sedan, gesturing wildly as he walked down the road. To no one in particular, he shouted, “He couldn’t catch him so he ——- ran him over. He killed my dad.”
Hurley left the scene heading for Randolph Hospital to check on Coe. The sheriff called Coe, who has at least 4 years experience with the sheriff’s department, a good officer. He confirmed that the accident has left the officer badly shaken. “This would be hard for anyone to bear,” he said.
On the accident scene, sheriff’s Capt. Maynard Reid said no one ever wins in a high-speed chase. “People don’t understand. Once an officer turns that light and siren on, it’s all up to them,” he said. “All they have to do is pull over.” He added that, in his experience, many times people try to evade a patrol car for petty reasons. He said often it is a minor offense like a warrant for a bad check that causes a momentary lapse of judgment. “But whatever it is, it’s not worth dying for,” he said.
–Charbrew
A taste of some painted girls you might find in the Cantina in the near future.
Super Vee Saga Revealed
We bought a Super Vee bike kit in 1999 when the first Generation III models came out. We love it! There’s been a lot of controversy about it but my old man said, “Real men accept challenges and archive their goals. Little boys cry foul and want to lay blame.”
Big Dan is a die hard Chevy man and has been quite disappointed with his Harley from day one. After we received the Super Vee package and started assembling it, we had a few small problems, chrome built-up, make a tab here, weld bracket for an oil cooler, but hey, that’s encountered building any bike!
When I read all the negative bullshit in the press about the Super Vee (especially in Iron Horse and on the Internet from Jim Fedor and Randy Thomason), it makes me sick! These wimps are nothing more than a bunch of crybabies seen as (in my eyes and my old man’s anyway) as pussy Lou bikers.
If they are so smart I’d like to see them design and build their own engine. They can’t and since they know they can’t, they knock down the well-earned accomplishments of Nostalgia Cycle. We figure they are either jealous or real insecure individuals with no life and critcize who do. We have had no problems with our engine and even upgraded ours to be 570 Roller Hydraulic Cam. Man, that Super Vee’s got power. We’ve never felt anything like that in a Harley and the Super Vee stays together under any kind of condition, unlike the Harley.
We’ve put over 20,000 miles on ours with zero problems. Very little maintained other than the standard oil changes, plugs once a year and a little valve adjustment when we changed cams, and that sound. Super Vee has it’s own sound, deep and powerful.
The best part is whereever we go, the Super Vee draws a crowd with its unique and interesting ways. Even at the gas station, people from all walks of life give us thumbs up approval because the Super Vee is American made!
The only negative comments we get are from people of low intelligence who are stuck in a rut with their non achievements and can’t understand the process of advanced technology that can benefit the biker. It’s that frame of mind that keeps bikers down and hurts us over all. Where would we be if society had rejected Henry Ford?
There is nothing wrong with the Super Vee. It’s a great machine that will serve you well. The only problem is people who don’t understand something and point a finger of blame at someone else.
A Supporter of Super Vee — Dusty Rose
After receiving this letter, I decided this was a job for Miss BB. Putting the word out in the wind, I was looking for anyone with information on the Super Vee engine. My phone line was flooded. I had hard-core bikers calling me every hour of the night screaming at me how fucking sick they are of having to listen to all those wanna-be’s. Super Vee was designed by the soul of an old scholar installing his heat into the Super Vee engine.
I was awakened by the sound of a powerful motorcycle pulling up into my driveway, barely coming to a stop at my front door. He revved his engine until I couldn’t ignore him any longer, forcing me to come out. He announced, “No one leaves out the front door until you get your ass on the back of my bike.” The motorcycle happened to be a Nostalgia Cycle Generation III Super Vee Motorcycle. He stared me down, not holding back, not letting go, I told him, “Back up, shit head, so I can get out and get on.”
This biker spent the next three hours packing me all over the freakin place to prove a point. There are so many who talk the talk but only the rare and endangered species (real bikers) walk the walk. My butt has been in the saddle many times, puttin thousands of miles across the country, through the desert, over mountain tops, valleys and dusty roads. Usually at the end of a long ride, my ass and lower back are screamin with pain (but no one knows it because I’m not a pussy). The Super Vee was surprisingly comfortable, I mean I just about damn near fell asleep on the damn thing! No rough idling or shaky frame. No pulling of my body forward from the force of gravidity when coming to any stops or change in mid-range speed because it was built the correct way! And the sound of its engine, in case you forgot it, woke me up in the middle of a dead sleep and my bedroom is on the other end of the house!
All I got to say is, “If you don’t like something then don’t buy it. If I have to explain it to you then you’ll never understand.” Thank you Rat Dog for riding over and giving me the opportunity to find out the truth. I’m still waiting for you to come back and take me for another long ride.
–Miss BB
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