My driveway is gravel and stone dust. When snow throwing in the winter sometimes I toss stones out onto the lawn. This time of year when I see a line of them I toss them back onto the driveway to save the mower blade.
Saturday I was at the back of the garage and found a large one, no problem, I can chuck it 40 feet and make it go through that 7ft. X 9ft. doorway and into the driveway.
What a Jerk.
If you stood there with a bushel basket of $100 bills and said "It's yours if you make this", there's no way. I chucked the stone and it hits dead nuts right in the center of the Goldwing speedometer! Glass all over, and now I'm speedo shopping.
Sometimes you just get lucky.
I picked up the Goldwing on Friday. Good sneakers and a new battery. By Friday afternoon I had the Vetter fairing, saddle bags, trunk bag and floor boards off. It's starting to look human again. It runs fine, needs some good gas and exercise. I liberated the baffles.
I'm leaving the frame black [I don't nee a big project] so if you have ideas for a tank-side cover paint scheme I'd be happy to hear it.
Dan
Lucky is simply making a bad decision and not getting punished for it.
If that one isn't right for some reason, I know a guy with a couple of them for parts, so let me know if the first one falls through and I should be able to get you one.
Matt B
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4/13/10 12:26 p.m.
Was this the expression on your face?
sorry, couldn't help myself. carry on.
Matt B wrote:
Was this the expression on your face?
sorry, couldn't help myself. carry on.
Youbetcha! I couldn't do that again if you had a gun to my head.
What a Jerk.
Oh well, it's these type of stories that we remember though!
My dad has a .22 rifle. From time to time, he likes to go out back and shoot it into the field which is a nice steep hill with no houses around.
One day, he noticed that his tractor (a rather large John Deere with a front-end loader and a back hoe) had a flat tire. A bit of investigating lead us to find at least three bullet holes in the Deere. Two in a tire and one in the gauge cluster--the bullet was sitting under the tach. Yeaup. I still haven't let that one go.
In reply to confuZion3:
Ricochets, bad eyesight, no moonlight, forgetful?
Inquiring minds, and all that, ya know?
I skipped school once, my buddy and I went in his garage and he shot a 22 at the anvil sitting on a bench at the back of the garage.
The bullet hit the solid object, flattened out like a nickel came straight back and hit him in the forehead! He dropped over backward with a big red dot on his forehead.
I thought he was dead! I never ran so fast in my life!
