Hence – like other demagogues and denizens of the realms of deceit – lawyer Nader ran for POTUS … again and again, and again
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That certainly wasn’t the case with mine, a 110hp version. It had plenty of pep (by my standards) and I made frequent use of it competing to stay alive on the Detroit freeways during rush hour.
By the way, the key to decent handling was to keep the rear tires inflated @ 32psi and the front tires @ 20psi. (No matter what the sidewall says.)
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Never experienced being arrested while riding this beautiful piece of engineering that I bought in superb condition ca. 1986 from a friend (1st owner) who kept it in phenomenal, totally rust-free condition. He also owned a Honda Gold Wing and his wife convinced him there wasn’t room or time for both. Its front forks were factory-equipped with provisions for a second disc brake … I didn’t figure I needed to install because I wasn’t going to race it … at Laguna Seca or any other course.
It was truly a thrill to ride: VERY responsive, great stability and center of gravity, weight distribution, well-balanced, extremely low vibration, great cornering (but I wasn’t into dragging my inside knee in the turns … LOL).
Didn’t pay much attention to guys who called it a “Rice Burner” … Ha, ha!
Sadly, when we had to move out of state for my job had no choice but to sell it. 
Also sold my Husqvarna 430WR Enduro bike. C’est la vie, eh?
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Is that a Honda 250? My brother had one but it wasn’t that pretty.
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We had a Honda 50 also, I thought that was first. After googling, yes, the 50 was first. I hear it fetches a pretty penny now.
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who put that skirt on ya Kara dear??? 
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I lost a bet. 
Tim Walz
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You might say it wasn’t a skirt but a non-tartan plaid “first” KILT … like William Wallace (Braveheart) may have worn to his Christening
Hey, I’m of some 43% Scottish ancestry myself!
And I’m not too bad with the Caber Toss … a wee bit smaller than the regulation size … (tree trunks of up to 4 in. dia. that I’ve cut down, de-limbed and hauled by trailer to become firewood for our church rectory).
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I did the Guinness Toss
Sweet! … and so shiny!
Speakin’ ‘bout crotch rockets: I almost clobbered a couple of California ‘Valley boys’ one time in the ‘80’s. My wife was at some medical tech training in LA and, having nothing on my schedule, I thought I’d take the rental car up into the nearby canyons to see the vistas.
I was headed uphill on the sharp switchbacks when I had to execute a sudden evasive maneuver: some young dude with a death wish came screaming around a blind curve with… get this: part of his crotch rocket AND his head well OVER THE DOUBLE YELLOW LINE!!! I mean ‘like’ 3 feet or so into my lane on a narrow twisting canyon road. I swerved enough to avoid contact … and he didn’t even slow down or lay it down.
A few moments and several switchbacks later his buddy came hurtling by at breakneck speed.
Some years later in a torrential rainstorm in Ontario I heard an faint whine coming up on me from behind; it was getting louder… then Whoosh! … a guy on a crotch rocket screams by me with an enormous roostertail of water from his rear tire shooting far behind him. Yep, another dude with a death wish. 
I was a more cautious rider … the most excitement I’d had on mybriad motorcycle was when riding paved rural roads after work ==> when some Cujo wolf-sized Farm dogs would come racing out of the weeds along the roads to lunge at me. (I learned how to deal with those)
Another exciting episode was riding one moonless night along a winding, tree-lined country road when ALL the lights on my Honda CB550F suddenly went out > plunged into Darkness 
Yikes!
(not my bike but a memory)
My second ‘Bike’! (1972) Schwinn ‘Apple Crate’ My rich Uncle gave it to his son
and my Cousin tried to SELL it!. Uncle ‘Dick’ took it back and to spite him gave it to me!
(Yes boys n girls that fancy bike now run for $2800 on Ebay (if you can find it!)
eBay item number:236298743962
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I remember Samuel Smith’s Old Brewery Oatmeal Stout (Tadcaster) was tasty stuff… 
Here in The Wolverine State aka Great Lakes State there are Hundreds of microbreweries … so many Beers, so little time … many of their offerings are truly tasteful
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My brother had that one, (In blue) and let me ride it.
It was probably my first big pain experience. I was too short for the bike to begin with. Standing up, going uphill in 2nd gear, pushing hard when the chain came off. Onto the stick shift I landed, then off the side of the bike I leapt, trying to retain whatever was left of my scrotum and onto the concrete which was vastly more inviting than where I had been. I didn’t even feel the road rash from my elbow to the top of my shoulder for another 5 minutes, but when I did, it was like it must have felt to the Japanese solders whose tunnels were being cleared with flame throwers on Iwo Jima.
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Unbelievably I have no HORROR stories to tell about that Bike! I was racing down Jamaica Ave (in the rain!) a guy opened his car door I hit the door! Flew through the open window (Thank God) slid I don’t know how long, got up, heard the yelling! brushed the road oil off my hands, I WAS FINE!, Bike sustained no damage, Blink of an eye 1,000 things could have made it worse but they didn’t, maybe a skinned knee?, road rash on hands who knows but I doubt it! NO TRAUMA! picked my bike up said something like ‘I’m Late!’ and took off! AH GOOD TIMES! As many times as Life ‘Tagged’ my Ass! there were prolly Triple the amount of times ANGEL’S saved my butt! (I think some of them needed ‘Rehab’ or retired on ‘Disability!’)
Do you still have scars from that Ron?
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I just wince when I think about it, which I haven’t done in decades. (Thanks… for the memories 
)
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I had a similar incident. At about age 15, I had by then many years of bike riding experience. (And experiences! 
) I was tooling along at about 20mph on a flat stretch of city road and happened to catch a hot chick walking in the opposite direction across the street. She had a hell of a swing on her back porch, and I proceeded to enjoy the view for several, if not too many seconds. When I finally averted my gaze back to the task at hand, a car bumper came into view about four feet in front of me. I remember having enough time to think the words “Oh $hit!" but not enough time to say them. Fortunately, by this time in my life I had learned to fall/roll as the result of other bicycle (training) experiences. I landed on the roof of the car and continued right on down the hood of that Chrysler Newport, down to the ground. Zero injuries, other than my pride, and a heavily bent front rim.
Bicycle helmets were not even a thing in those days. (I too have been watched over by many angels in my life.)
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@don102 Biggest headlines for me was Eric Clapton and Elton John at the then Shea Stadium in ‘92 … later on: Clapton in Madison Square Garden … Santana at the now leveled Palace in Auburn Hills in ‘08
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Dude, your angels are sitting around a table in the back of the bar, hammered, swapping stories. 
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..and God just shakes his head! (and it snow’s in Topeka Kansas in April! )
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