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I always get a kick out of this story, Biker vs. Squirrel I never dreamed slowly cruising on motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect.... I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an on coming car a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel and it must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close. I hate to run over animals and I really hate it on a motorcycle but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers never fear. Squirrels I discovered can take care of themselves. Inches before impact the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Victory Cross Country Tour with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened and at the last possible second he screamed and leaped! I was pretty sure the scream was Squirrel for "Banzai!" or maybe "Die you gravy sucking heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular... He shot straight up, flew over my windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves and jeans, this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage! Picture a large man on a huge Sunset Red touring bike, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 MPH down a quiet residential street and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing... I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristine kept yards and gone on about his business and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Twisted Evil. Some how he caught my gloved finger with one of his little paws and with the force of my throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved, not improved at all. His attacks were continuing and now I could not reach him. I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handle bars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Victory Cross Country Tour can only have one result. Torque. That is what the Victory Cross Country Tour is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Victory Cross Country Tour screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in ... well ... I just plain screamed. Now picture a man on the huge Sunset Red touring bike, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove and roaring at maybe 50 MPH and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel with a demonic squirrel of death on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration, I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebodies tree, house or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle ... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power the the big touring bike. About this time the squirrel decided I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the face shield closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel however. The RPM's on the Freedom 106 maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop. Now picture a large man on a huge Sunset Red touring bike, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 MPH, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little horse. Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak. Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge Sunset Red touring bike, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 MPH on one wheel and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live mutant squirrel into your police car. I heard screams. This time they weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back), I really would have. Really ... Except for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back doing a crab walk into some body's front yard quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street aiming a riot gun at his own police car. So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car ... but it was all his. I took a deep breath, turned on my turn signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And a whole lot of Band-Aids.

well, it came with the house, which was built by some formerly rich (probably bankrupt now) whities.

Welcome! Wooster is the trail head to 83. From Wooster south the road gets better and better.

Found this baby at tsc, picked it up tonight and broke it in. Runs great, puts out more air and is quieter than my old unit AND it turns on and off like it's supposed to. Thanks for all th advice. Gave my old one to another forum member, he can fix it if he wants. http://www.tractorsupply.com/tsc/product/porter-cable-20-gallon-portable-belt-drive-air-compressor?cm_vc=-10005

Shawn count?

Have we ever porn dogged a female?

Ok...I will need someplace to sleep. I don't know if I have the luxury of being picky at this point, but I'm a really light sleeper, so if I have more than one option it will depend on my sleep surface, the amount of snoring that is expected, the anticipated cabin temperature, and how early others in the cabin are planning on getting up... oh and if I know you/trust you not to draw a penis on my face should I happen to fall into an alcohol induced deep sleep. Anyone?

Ok, they just delivered it.

Yea, I will do that. Have the paged bookmarked. But I want it delivered on time. That is what I hired them to do. They have one job, deliver my fucking package. Casper must work there.

Hit it with a magnet. But he will know too. The key to this next step is to get it straight before you weld it. Welding it crooked will suck.

Does your oil look like it has glitter in it after you run it awhile?

Done, but don't tell anyone I was helpful. Don't want to ruin my reputation.

Was there electricity in the plug wire? That is the first thing to check.

Unfortunately, Brian and Jason aren't super active on OR anymore. I did send Brian a text though, so maybe he'll chime in.

Well, just got the go from dad. Maybe I'll join you degenerates on a few rides this summer.

Also on older bikes and cars, the ground wire from the battery to the frame can corrode and fail at the frame end. No one ever looks there. Keep it clean.

This. Plus they have level 2+ classes or advanced, whatever you want to call it. Took their CAC 1 class and did a great writeup on it a few years ago. HAVE to get back to training this year.

him and Jagr know their shit. Valkyrie Defense I think it's called. You won't make a better choice

I have never done a marathon of any kind so I haven't really looked into it. I get where you are coming from though.

You really think I didn't verify that before buying it? It's like you don't even know me, man.

Flashing lights won't stop it. Lots of police cruisers get rear ended. Lane splitting will keep you from getting sandwiched

Updated the first post to include updated relevant information - Currently sitting at a little above 35 people RSVP'd with a few of those being questionable or maybes. We've currently sold 15 t-shirts so I'm excited to see a bunch of people reppin' the 2016 shirt. Also, another generous donation was made by ricer1 for food at the event so I'll be arranging a grill, hamburgers, hotdogs, chips, drinks, etc. for after the ride in the parking lot so we can enjoy some food after we get done with the ride. THANK YOU SO MUCH JOHN!! Also, please ensure everyone makes it by 11am. I want to get a few pictures with the entire group around that time.

I hit two chipmunks within an hour of each other. One flew up in the air and landed on the tank of the motorcycle riding behind me. It was pretty funny to see. Would have been cooler if we could have got it on video!

FWIW, I think Q3s would last 5 trackdays at that pace with that kind of power - if you're ok with DOT tires. 1:45-1:50 pace on the heavy SV1k with a heavy rider on Q3s. Per my service records, I did 9 days at MidOhio and 2 drag racing nights at Norwalk for a total of 962 miles on the rear before changing it. YMMV, and my experience is limited to DOTs (2cts, Corsa Rossos, Q3s, & the S20 Evo). I've never tried slicks so I have no idea how those would feel. That said, I think my current Q3 rear may only last 600-750 miles.

Three periods but not a single complete sentence. Faggot

logitech harmony 650. $40. best thing I did when we moved. Touch one button and it turns on everything to the right input

Universal remote.

Thanks, but got my shirt for the ride.

Sam thanks for doing this I finely got to put some faces and names together I had a good time and and intresting ride home damm GPS has a mind of its own

Interesting read for those counting calories...somewhat disheartening http://www.precisionnutrition.com/problem-with-calorie-counting-calories-in

I'd let you have them both for $300, I was thinking $250 on the seat and $100 on the screen seperatly. Obviously I'd want you to check them out before purchasing. They are is good condition, screen has some light scratches from normal wear and tear and the seat has couple light cosmetics blemishes nothing bad. I'm about a hour north of Cbus but my wife works at riverside

I've been through like six sticker vendors. Don't worry, we'll have another soon enough. In the meantime, I have tons of black and white stickers. I'll be putting info up shortly on how to get them.

No patches. For the love of God, no patches.

You cannot polish a turd....

Bike is running. I put some oil back in the bike, did a few manual turns (clockwise), attempted to start with battery and it would turn just a touch. Was turning better, but would eventually get back to squelch. Got an 80 amp charger/starter and cranked it a few times with some fresh gas and starter fluid. Bike turned on and was running strong. I let it run for about a couple minutes. I didn't hear any odd sounds, there was some white smoke, but I imagine that may be from the starter fluid because it eventually went away. I felt around the stator cover to see if there was any abnormal heat, everything seemed fine. I took the stater off and attempted to start the bike again with the battery and it started right up. I really have no clue what may have happened. Just a guess would be I didn't oil anything on assembly and cranked the heck out of the rotor nut. Next steps are putting airbox back on, etc. Gonna need some new tires on it though, they are old and have been sitting for a whole year and a half. I'll have to watch closely and make sure nothing else goes wrong. I live south of Westerville in Cental Ohio. Probably 2 miles from Iron Pony.

If you are willing to travel a bit north, the guy who did my class was phenomenal. Was very personable and easy to talk to. His name is Han Sim. Was about $60.00 which included the class, range time (included qualification), just had to bring your own ammo. He didn't allow reloaded ammo for the class. Edit: At the end we had some extra range time so he asked if we wanted to learn some IDPA drill stuff to practice. Definitely learned some weaknesses doing the drills.

Trying to figure out why Lawrence gave negative rep to Derek.