a lot of us do possess some mechanical aptitude
Who said passion? We are in the same ballpark but more it's wheel sports. I get blown away I see restored bikes and I can't compete with that kind of level. I'm just up at bat throwing curves at that problem... now we have a problem wit dat?
we tend to confer with each other with the possibility of being nudged in the right direction
And I'm nudging, watch dis... I'm going to give it my best shot, and that's all I can do for you. On my end, I read my own rule book, I have my own forum finesse, do I really care that it's sort of not my bike but now comes the fun on my end?
thus saving time and money, as well as the satisfaction in the passion we have for these machines.
And now you're going to kick me/we in the teeth helping you out, I have some bait
in the wait. You get it yet? We play by my rules. I free dumb of speech is I say whatever I want, go sit on an egg and hatch it... waiting for me to change my art a sentence/paragraph go dick my suck!
I can do lots to a certain Italian sports car of which I've owned a few models, but I do not (yet) exactly know my way around the home mechanics on bikes, or which parts /add ons are considered best, since I last tinkered around with a bike.
I was such a gearhead, I quit working on bikes, jumped into a car dealer and they threw me in heavy line. From setting up rear ends from scratch, transfer case rebuilds and transferred that car crap and applied it to the bike I see hy-vo chains. Corvette work up the wazoo. So from choppers to hot rods, if I had the money, honey... screw cars. I took 5 years out of missing the evolution of the bike. That means I can torment the auto forums they won't see it coming.
It gets a little tedious when a potientially useful thread turns into an infantile argument or condescending incoherent babbling
That's sucking you all the way to no place at the end of the read... that or the punchline LOL
Take your warning and mirror it back like I do with anyone messing wit me. Do not mess with my laughs on this end when I tear in my glasses from keeling over.
Your italian cars, bikes, can go rot at the side of the building. You don't need me and I sure asshell don't need use. You are more the child I have to put up wit.
Your ass is so tight, grow up, be a man and live with the public that is out there. I put up with your crying. There is nothing childish about laughing things up. You get your bike fixed, I piss in my pants.
Don't like it... boot me off. My way, my rules, home he don't need no badges? Badges? We dunt' need no stink'inn bad geese IS!
What a rough crowd tonight.
NOLTT (tormenting the cycling community one post at time)