Fixed it for you Wheatie.From all the FJR meets I've been to...I can honestly say that last part of your statement is true for 99% 110% of the FJR owners I've met....My wife met me on my bike, what she saw is what she got, and she got hosed in the deal! I definitely married up!
Holy Crap. :lol:
Well, I used 99% because of some vain people that might think they're in the 1% and didn't want to offend them. But I see you dug yerself a hole, jumped in...and am shoving the dirt in after yerself...so who am I to stop ya?Fixed it for you Wheatie.From all the FJR meets I've been to...I can honestly say that last part of your statement is true for 99% 110% of the FJR owners I've met....My wife met me on my bike, what she saw is what she got, and she got hosed in the deal! I definitely married up!
Holy Crap. :lol:
He's an idiot.I know this can spin out of control quick, I like it that way. :dribble:
Check out this Kaboom link.
This guy has to get rid of his bike first, before the gal will marry him. If I was told to dump my passion before another person would be mine forever, I'd start looking for another forever woman. :yahoo:
My wife met me on my bike, what she saw is what she got, and she got hosed in the deal! I definitely married up!
Outstanding Story Bungie! I've walked away many times and fortunately the bike was never one of them. They all knew better than to even broach the subject. The ones that really didn't like me riding just chose to say: I'm petrified of Bikes and I'm never getting on that thing! I said OK but, be forewarned that you will spend a lot of time alone cause I ride on the weekends.A few years back I lost my friggen mind and proposed to my girlfriend. She accepted. About two months later her best male friend - bro-in-law - coworker was riding with his brothers. They took about 2.5 hrs to go 65 miles on the hwy because he was uncomfortable going over 40mph. Eventually, they ended up about 150 miles south of here when he grabbed his chest and veered into the path of an oncoming SUV.
Long story short, he had a massive heart attack and was most likely dead before he hit the SUV.
My fiance was devastated. Every time I went out on the bike my cell phone would ring constantly and she'd be in near hysterics imagining all sorts of gruesome things and SURE I'd met the same fate.
We talked a lot about it and the calls nearly stopped. Obviously, still a huge issue. But progress was being made.
Then she gave me the ultimatum, it's either the bike or 'me'.
Now, you need to understand something, I don't play the ultimatum game. In fact, I will do the exact opposite of what there trying to accomplish even if it means I lose everything; and I did. It took months but at the end of the day, the engagement was called off and I moved out. I continued to try to work through things for months but eventually even I realized it was a lost cause. It wasn't the only reason for our break-up, but it was in the top 3.
In hindsight, she did me a huge favour. I got what I paid for the engagement ring back and bought a big screen tv
Prologue:
Funny thing, I didn't see her at all, not even in traffic or anything, for about 6 years after - strange in a small town. I found out through friends she had moved in with some guy and was now a stay at home mom - which she always wanted (her youngest son has Down's Syndrome). All's well that ends well. Then this past spring I was in at Princess Auto (like Harbour Freight) and guess who was the cashier! The first thing that comes out of my mouth isn't "how are you" but 'How is Marc?!" LOL. That kid rocked. Anyway small talk for a few minutes and ppl behind me in line are getting impatient. Turns out she had split up with her new guy and was trying to rebuild her life.
Just as I'm about to pick up my stuff I see her bottom lip is quivering and she reaches out and grabs my hand "I made SUCH a mistake!"..
"Ya, you did", and I kept on walking. Except I was walking TALL.
Redfish, Amen Brother!! :lol: It's Expensive as Hell! And sometimes it has Nothing to do with Money!
Nothing Wrong with being a Bitch Tyler! They are my Favorite! It's the whole, It's Me or the Bike Thing.Just for the record, there are a few bitches out here who actually prefer their mates the way they found them, especially if they're on two wheels.
That's Why You're a Keeper! :clapping:
Just for the record Tyler, I have to be very very upset to call anyone a bitch. I have never and anticipate never even thinking such a word in the same sentence with your name. If you read some of my posts in any thread, you will see that I rarely use any profanity. If my Mom found out I was cussing on the internet she might wash my mouth out with soap!Just for the record, there are a few bitches out here who actually prefer their mates the way they found them, especially if they're on two wheels.
But, Trust Me on this one my Friend, There are Bitches out there! I was born and raised in the Bronx where most of them reside.. :lol: The word Bitch isn't necessarily a Bad Thing. The women I grew up with wore the Tee Shirt loudly and proudly! It's just a word that describes an Attitude. Strong, Tough as nails, Assertive, Self Sufficient, they can hold their own and they aren't going to take any Crap from Anybody. Don't know how they react in LA but, In the Bronx when upset, they will Kick you in the Gonads with a running start and when you are bent over in Searing Pain they will roundhouse an upper cut that will tear cartilage in your nose! Then they'll break out a Hankie to wipe the blood off your face. My Kinda woman! Just like with anything else, if you don't check that attitude up front you are headed for trouble. When Checked, Now they know the Alloy of your Metal and realize that they have a Real Man by their side. They are just checking to see what they have on their hands. Every women does it to some extent. Some more that others. Man Law!!
Yes, I was raised a Southern Gentleman. It has often left me at a disadvantage when dealing with the "ladies". Women respect gentlemen and sleep with scoundrels.Redfish, sounds like you were born and raised a Southern Gentleman.
Yep! I've been around the world many times in the Navy and in my civilian life in Aviation. It is definitely universal. What I've learned over the years is how to keep one leg in each category. I call it a Gentlemanly Scoundrel. :lol:Yes, I was raised a Southern Gentleman. It has often left me at a disadvantage when dealing with the "ladies". Women respect gentlemen and sleep with scoundrels.Redfish, sounds like you were born and raised a Southern Gentleman.
I can testify that they are out there. For some reason, in my dating years I seemed to attract a disproportianate number of these strong willed women. Aaahh, the fun I had. Still have some of the scars...
They are sneaky with how they do this sometimes, but yes, they all do it. The trick is to let them know the Temper of your Steel, without breaking their spirit in the process. I am never quite certain I did this properly. My wife still does not care for many of my little hobbies, but she stays. She even pretends to like me every other Friday when the paycheck comes in.
I was the only boy in the house growing up with three sisters! And All of their Friends!! They were All Bitches!! I have a very large soft spot in my heart for them. Life will be boring without them. :clapping: 
Hey MajicRedfish, sounds like you were born and raised a Southern Gentleman.
Those are the Best! I'm attracted to that type of women. They make the best partners Ever. The problem is, that "Attitude" eventually gets directed at YOU!!
