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  • A mate of mine had been telling his wife,
    for ages that he wanted to get a motorbike.

    She always said, "You can get a bike over my dead body!"

    Well to cut a long story short,
    she passed away not too long ago,

    Last week he brought himself a 2002 Yamaha VStar 650.
    30,000klm on the clock, also in the deal he got;
    A tank bag,
    Tail Bag,
    Large bag to go on the pillion seat,
    Rain gear,
    A Bike Cover,
    & A Disc Lock.
    He did good.

    He picked it up last Monday,
    I rode it back to my place, at Casino,
    then on Tuesday
    I took it over to his place at Wollongbar.

    For a 650,
    It pull's like a teenager on steroid's.


    Me & Nettie, went up the coast to Nerang
    with him on Saturday.
    He got himself a Jacket, Helmet & gloves.

    All he has to do now, is get his learners,
    so he can ride the thing.

    Poor bugger has to sit & look at it,
    on the driveway,
    till the middle of December,
    when he goes for his learner's.

    He will make a great Dungie.
    "If you're gunna be a "Smart Arse"
    First make sure you're Smart.
    Otherwise you're "Just an Arse!"

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    • I went boating. Transport people. It was a paragon of interagency cooperation.

      Overall impression. It was hot, but didn't last long. They predicted 38. I think it got there. I really wasn't watching, entranced as was with evaporative air con and enjoying the 23. Impressions from this point, now it's done? I feel like I've had a pretty chill day.

      It's a drought alright, but it sure makes the air con work. I'd stick a photo in, but I have yet to work it out. I really haven't been trying.

      Ah, I chopped out 20 palm trees this morning early. This is turning into something of a fitness regime. That's the new rationale anyway. I get the exercise and the environment gets to be rid of an invasive pest. I'm starting to notice how the distance you can see through the bush now has increased
      The trick is to grow old. "Growing up" is less important than surviving.

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      • Took bike out. Runs like a hairy goat. Fuel gone off by smell of it.
        Dont get me confused with someone who gives a fuck

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        • Originally posted by Chris View Post
          Took bike out. Runs like a hairy goat. Fuel gone off by smell of it.
          That's how to tell when ya hairy goats runs rough ....... sniff at em while mounted
          Earth Child - In harmony with the planet

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          • Day orf from the drudgery of work, so I just said phark it, I'm going for a ride
            It's been a while, so I was determined regardless of the weather forecast.
            Pharken hot as it is lately, I decided to leave early for a short trip, 2 ferry crossings and a run along the river, where it will be cooler
            Just a short run of 140km, but it seems that that is all I'm capable of at the moment.
            Took the Beemer out and dog dammit, that fucken seat is uncomfortable....STILL
            Apart from the usual near misses of holiday traffic fucktards, I enjoyed it immensely AND survived

            I just called, to say........go get pharked

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            • Sounds like a good day Bucket.
              Allan

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              • For all Dungies who met Dog at the South Ballina BAR.
                Me & Nettie are down in Mudgee for for his wedding this afternoon.
                Will pass on best wishes from all Dungies.
                "If you're gunna be a "Smart Arse"
                First make sure you're Smart.
                Otherwise you're "Just an Arse!"

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                • He's doin' pharken WOT ?
                  I just called, to say........go get pharked

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                  • Well I rode over to the next town to do a little bit of shopping. That is all.

                    Yes, Wanderer, I did meed DOG at Ballina.

                    Wish him good luck from me.
                    The trick is to grow old. "Growing up" is less important than surviving.

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                    • Getting over a whole day coming down from being so angry, last night, I was simply speechless. Classic HIA event. (this was an Accident)

                      It's been while. It doesn't help to give people earfuls, doing the blame thing, or on the other hand, to be too "nice" about it when someone has fucked up convincingly enough to straight up use up the better part of a day for me, sorting the shit that needs doing, and it is not over yet. At a guess, there could be another 2 - 4 person days to put into it, easy. Time will tell.

                      No, I did OK. Had I been 17-21 or so, someone would have gone home hurting just because it would have felt so good. At double that age, it would have been a good excuse for on-going harassment by humiliation, never let it be lived down style.

                      However, it is nearly 50 years later and gushing expressions of concern are all the go, along with the most empathetic noises imaginable over how someone must FEEL about their experience, never mind, my very hard to come at follow-up phone call enquiring how well someone is, "Are you injured in any way, are you sure?" style. Thou shalt be fair to idiots who are also dickheads. Very few things are harder.

                      That's a game changer, but I made the call, actually heard what I wanted to hear, though it is not what I expected and I somehow doubt it is quite the truth. That keeps it simple. I'll try again in another couple of days, just to be sure.

                      So anyway, I spent the day on this and another unrelated thing, Came home, walked the dog had tea and slept for an hour and a half. Drained.

                      At least I am pointed in the right direction.

                      Maybe tomorrow I will get to replace the rear canopy glass on the ute - my original plan for today.
                      The trick is to grow old. "Growing up" is less important than surviving.

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                      • Out the back enjoying a really nice day here, with the dawgies and their bones. Wish I had a bone ...

                        Education is what you get from reading the small print.
                        Experience is what you get from not reading it.

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                        • Originally posted by Roo View Post
                          Out the back enjoying a really nice day here, with the dawgies and their bones. Wish I had a bone ...
                          Blue pill will fix it mate
                          Dont get me confused with someone who gives a fuck

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                          • Morning in the back yard, hacking at things, climbing all over the shed roof, up and down ladder in all sorts of sticky, leafy spots. I thought I might get it all chipped up, but was back sorting out someone else shit, as per expectation/promise/whatever else there is, in the arvo. Some things just gotta be done.

                            Today it took the form of repairing a bent bent boat winch handle. The mind says, "How the fuck did you manage that? The mouth says, "When did you first notice there was a problem? Who did you report this to? and "Leave it where it is, I'll have a look at it." Yeah, right, there'd be pictures to take, a formal report to make an an email with more report and the pics. There'll be no fiction from now on, all the while wondering where the line between fucktard incompetence and dishonesty lies. It gets pretty blurry when you look at it. On the outside, I can be calm, understanding even. I'm boiling to give someone the serve they deserve, but there'd be complaints - I'd be bullying them. Methinks these few are experts at being bullied. I just won't go there.

                            So I put it right. Yeah, probably used up 2 or 3 hours, some of it uselessly. I thought I might have a handle that would just fit right on, but no, after taking it off and doing the same to the would-be recipient winch, that was never going to work. So it was brute force, a piece of pipe and a large hammer and anvil that saved the day. Oh, and I had to make a new hand grip axle out of some 1/2 inch threaded rod I just happened to have lying around. Actually the business of fixing it was quite gratifying, and I can probably improve on it in the choice of shackles used put a new hook on the end of the winch tape. There is not just the one thing, never is.

                            Anyway, I'm still not out of palm trees. I've got maybe 50 in 3 little patches - all little ones 5 - 15 minutes max each, with most being on the quick and easy side. Then there's maybe 30-35 big ones. Well that go up to a size like 60 cm diameter, anyway. The smaller ones I just dig out, the larger ones get Warne assisted. It works, but I still have to dig far enough to weaken the roots enough to be able to pull them over. They provide an ongoing way of working out some of my frustration in a physical way. I'm feeling fit, anyway.
                            The trick is to grow old. "Growing up" is less important than surviving.

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