until i have more confidence i want both my feet lmao
yeah we were thinking that too, its also an insurance related thing/money in general thing. Cant afford much more than that lol! though, he wants an sv1000
;) Yay an other female passes the M2!!!
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yeah we were thinking that too, its also an insurance related thing/money in general thing. Cant afford much more than that lol! though, he wants an sv1000
until i have more confidence i want both my feet lmao
yeah we were thinking that too, its also an insurance related thing/money in general thing. Cant afford much more than that lol! though, he wants an sv1000
That's cool, it's alway best to take riding gradually and within you comfort levels. Can't wait for next season. All the rides and meets. wooohoooo!!!
PS the SV1000 is a beast!!
Razorsythe
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ahah .. sv1000 apparantly is ahaha. tho a apparantly a bit harder to toss around then the 650 but the power curve on it is awesome
.. sv1000 apparantly is ahaha. tho a apparantly a bit harder to toss around then the 650 but the power curve on it is awesomeHe's serenading you...aren't you falling in love yet?? lol
lmfao maybe hes not playing it right then
honestly i feel like my bike is big for me lol i cant imagine throwing that around lmaoahah
lmfao maybe hes not playing it right then
Lmao,you gotta give him a chance, woodwind instruments are tough... I'm so tired, gotta crash, have a good night!!
Razorsythe
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im pretty sure you get a small powerfull bike youd fly on it being so light ahah bet if your looking to upgrade get a old ss bike that about 400 ish cc should be able to flat foot it and blast by pple ahahah nice.. maybe you just dont like the sound of the clairenet
ahahah nice.. maybe you just dont like the sound of the clairenet 
CanadianBiker
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You want a story? Here's one. True story, too.
The Possum Story
A few years ago I was working for a small company in Mississauga. They always held a pot luck lunch around Christmas time and this year was no exception. My cooking skills are rudimentary at best, so my wife, who’s a fabulous baker, generously offered to make cookies for me to bring.
She must have made 6 dozen cookies, all different types, and artfully laid out on a very large catering platter with a transparent plastic dome lid. The pot luck wasn’t for another couple days, so we put the cookies out on the back porch, which isn’t heated, so they’d be refrigerated.
I came home from work that afternoon and nobody else was home, so the house was dead quiet. Then I heard a rattling sound coming from the back porch. There’s a window in the family room that opens to the porch, so I peered through it to see what was making the noise.
All I saw was something dark and furry, with a white stripe running down its back trying to stick a paw into the cookie tray! All I could think was, “Oh crap, a skunk!”. The plastic dome was cold and therefore brittle and making quite a racket as Pepe LePew tried to snag a cookie (I think it was one of the shortbread ones).
Then I took a closer look and realized it wasn’t a skunk at all but a possum. I’m no woodsman but I know possums are generally more docile than skunks and definitely smell better. Emboldened by this knowledge, I donned a pair of gloves and went through the door to the back porch to meet my foe.
I scooped the possum up and he immediately tried to get away. Turns out possums are extremely wriggly and he managed to slip out of my grasp and headed for a small hole in the floor which leads to the cellar. Our house is an old Victorian, about 160 years old, and has a dirt cellar. I knew if he managed to get in there I’d have a devil of a time ever finding him, much less getting him out.
So I grabbed his hind legs just before he disappeared down the hole and hauled him back up. Not wanting him to get away again, I clutched him firmly with both hands and held on tight.
Small problem. I didn’t want to bring him into the house and they only way out of the back porch was through the outer door, which was locked. Both hands were busy holding the possum, so I had no idea how to open the door without losing my grip. So I did the only thing I could think of. I wrapped one arm around the possum and held him up against my chest and fumbled with the door with the other.
The possum’s face (and teeth!) was inches from my own and he was not happy. He said some very unkind things in possum and hissed and growled the whole time. I finally managed to get the door open and let the possum go in the yard, where he ran off into the bushes. End of possum.
Not quite.
I inspected the cookie tray, discarded the one cookie he’d mauled and figured if I didn’t mention it to my co-workers nobody would be the wiser. The cookies went to work the next day, were a smash hit with everyone and all was good.
Back at home, I heard noises in the cellar. Went downstairs, figuring the possum had returned, and looked around. I finally peered into the recycling bin and saw three little possum faces staring up at me. Turns out the original possum cookie thief was a she and had a litter.
Rounded up the three little possums without any drama, brought them to the woods and let them go. End of possums.
Not quite.
I did a little research and it seems possums have rather large litters. Over the next couple weeks I hauled THIRTEEN baby possums out of the cellar. It became almost a daily ritual: come home, feed the cat, walk the dog, round up the possum.
The possums are all gone now and haven’t returned. We still live in the country and enjoy it, for the most part.
But sometimes, when I’m eating a cookie, I want to live in a condo.
CanadianBiker
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And here's another, also true.
The Raccoon Story
We have a big old apple tree close to the house and a pair of raccoons have recently taken up residence in it. Not wanting them to cause problems for the dog or start destroying the house, we decided to set the live trap and re-locate them.
We baited the trap with a can of sardines (yummy!) and waited. A couple days went by with the trap undisturbed and we were beginning to think that the raccoons had outsmarted us. Or at least didn’t care for that particular brand of sardines.
This morning, however, I went to check the trap and sure enough there was a raccoon in it. He didn’t look particularly happy but he seemed fairly docile. I picked up the trap and brought it up to the truck in the driveway, then went inside to get dressed. The plan was to drive him to a trail area about a mile and half from our house and let him free there, where could gambol about with other woodland creatures and generally pursue an existence found only in Disney movies.
I came back out, placed the trap in the back of the SUV (after laying down a large garbage bag in case the little fellow couldn’t wait to pee) and started driving to the trail.
It’s about 4:45 am and traffic is non-existent, as you can imagine. I can hear the raccoon shifting around a bit in the cage and started to wonder about the safest way to open the cage to release him once I reached the trail.
Turned out it wasn’t going to be an issue.
I was wearing a thick winter coat and suddenly felt something tapping my elbow. I looked down and there was the raccoon sitting in the passenger seat! He obviously managed to get out of the cage and wanted to ride up front.
I screamed. Okay, I screamed like a 12 year-old girl. He screamed like a raccoon. I whipped the truck to the side of the road, slammed to a stop and bailed out as fast as I possibly could and began opening doors and the back hatch. I lost sight of him for a few seconds, then he popped up on the dash by the passenger door. Which of course was the one door I hadn’t opened yet.
I ran around the truck and opened that door, then scurried back to the driver’s side. In the flurry of door opening, I had managed to grab the long snow brush from the back seat and was now wailing away on the raccoon, trying to drive him out the door. He was not happy and was hissing and flailing at me like a thing possessed. Then he just suddenly jumped out the truck and ran into the field.
I slammed all the doors shut and jumped back into the truck, just in case he decided to come back. I think I even locked the doors, which might have been a bit of overkill but I wasn’t taking any chances.
Almost four hours later my heart rate is beginning to climb down to the low triple digits.
The good news is that, despite the excitement, the raccoon has been safely re-located with no damage (beyond me getting a few more gray hairs) to any of the parties involved.
The bad news? Remember that I said there were two of ‘em?
The Raccoon Story
We have a big old apple tree close to the house and a pair of raccoons have recently taken up residence in it. Not wanting them to cause problems for the dog or start destroying the house, we decided to set the live trap and re-locate them.
We baited the trap with a can of sardines (yummy!) and waited. A couple days went by with the trap undisturbed and we were beginning to think that the raccoons had outsmarted us. Or at least didn’t care for that particular brand of sardines.
This morning, however, I went to check the trap and sure enough there was a raccoon in it. He didn’t look particularly happy but he seemed fairly docile. I picked up the trap and brought it up to the truck in the driveway, then went inside to get dressed. The plan was to drive him to a trail area about a mile and half from our house and let him free there, where could gambol about with other woodland creatures and generally pursue an existence found only in Disney movies.
I came back out, placed the trap in the back of the SUV (after laying down a large garbage bag in case the little fellow couldn’t wait to pee) and started driving to the trail.
It’s about 4:45 am and traffic is non-existent, as you can imagine. I can hear the raccoon shifting around a bit in the cage and started to wonder about the safest way to open the cage to release him once I reached the trail.
Turned out it wasn’t going to be an issue.
I was wearing a thick winter coat and suddenly felt something tapping my elbow. I looked down and there was the raccoon sitting in the passenger seat! He obviously managed to get out of the cage and wanted to ride up front.
I screamed. Okay, I screamed like a 12 year-old girl. He screamed like a raccoon. I whipped the truck to the side of the road, slammed to a stop and bailed out as fast as I possibly could and began opening doors and the back hatch. I lost sight of him for a few seconds, then he popped up on the dash by the passenger door. Which of course was the one door I hadn’t opened yet.
I ran around the truck and opened that door, then scurried back to the driver’s side. In the flurry of door opening, I had managed to grab the long snow brush from the back seat and was now wailing away on the raccoon, trying to drive him out the door. He was not happy and was hissing and flailing at me like a thing possessed. Then he just suddenly jumped out the truck and ran into the field.
I slammed all the doors shut and jumped back into the truck, just in case he decided to come back. I think I even locked the doors, which might have been a bit of overkill but I wasn’t taking any chances.
Almost four hours later my heart rate is beginning to climb down to the low triple digits.
The good news is that, despite the excitement, the raccoon has been safely re-located with no damage (beyond me getting a few more gray hairs) to any of the parties involved.
The bad news? Remember that I said there were two of ‘em?
Razorsythe
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ahhah i think u missed a possum
are you sure that the raccoon was still in its cage and the passenger was its friend? more stories! as i dont have any
are you sure that the raccoon was still in its cage and the passenger was its friend?
more stories! as i dont have any
I'll be here muffin!^ lmao
im at work till 5
if any of you muffins are on later ill tty then
PS I loved the conversation I missed. lol
Razorsythe
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more stories !
+1 this can be the Opa story thread!!!
CanadianBiker
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Yeah, possums are cute, as long as they're in somebody else's basement.
Never saw the other one after that, maybe the first one sent a post card and they joined up somwhere. Don't mind telling you that I checked the backseat everytime I got in the truck for a while!
Thank you, Rafiki, glad you liked them.
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