This is the Light Cycle, and it needs to be mine.It has the following specs taken from the description.
Electroluminescent strips built into the tire cowlings, wheel rims, and body illuminate the cycle. It is powered by a fuel-injected Suzuki 996cc, 4-stroke engine. Riders lay at a near-horizontal position astride the padded leather seat, with feet on foot pegs that control its 6-speed constant mesh manual transmission and hands on the handlebars for throttle and braking. The hub-less wheels are former truck tires built up then custom-shaped to fit onto one of two counter-rotating rims spinning within each other.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
The 6 affairs...
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Price of Gas around the world
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Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Original Chapstick
An old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day.
The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the cowboy
wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, Stranger."
"Howdy, Sheriff."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of the horse, lifted his tail and placed
a big kiss on the horse's butt hole.He dropped the horse's tail, stepped up on the walk,
and aimed toward the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister," said the Sheriff, "Did I just see what I think I saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped lips."
"And does that cure them?" the Sheriff asked.
"Nope...but it keeps me from lickin' 'em."
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Two Trees and a Woodpecker
- It is hard to find a joke today without a dirty word or two in it, but here is one:
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, 'Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?' The birch says he cannot tell, but just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.
The birch says, 'Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?'
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree and replies, 'It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever poked my pecker into.
Monday, February 7, 2011
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