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You should share just how cunning and bad that sexy girl was to you last weekend...
I'm not sure anybody would believe it. Not sure I believe it myself!

What Wayne refers to is the closest I've ever come to going down, and NOT. When you buy a girl with some age on her, make damn sure you change the rubbers before getting serious, no matter how new they "look".

5-year old tires on wet pavement, nearly made for a very bad day. Lost traction on the rear wheel exiting a right-hander, she spun way out. I squeezed really hard and eased off the throttle. The back end was still moving away so I counter-steered and applied some more throttle in an attempt to power the slide. About that time the front tire broke traction and began a full-tilt sideways chatter. With both tires losing traction, there I was two-up, loaded, both wheels sliding and the big girl doing down. I did the only thing left to do, jabbed my right foot down and pushed HARD. It was just enough to kill some countersteer and allow me to neutralize throttle. A split-second more of squeezing like hell and she stood upright without high-siding.
:clapping: Way to show her who is in control! I would definitely have been chewing pavement. I could only dream of acquiring enough experience to even come close to your level of skill.

 
My FJR is Misty. This ode is to her...

She is a work in combustion and steel. Ideas grown into something powerful. She is cold. She is harsh. Timidly welcoming, yet terribly unforgiving. She is flint and stone, she is sleet and rain. A cloudy autumn day; a shimmering fog. A silvery mist; a radiant shine. A force of nature. An afterglow. The blinding properties of grayness born of the kind of absence that makes eyes grow bigger and hearts grow fonder. The more minimalist she gets, the more she owns every inch of your field of vision… and imagination.

100% undiluted motorcycle DNA. Looks that start a conversation few other bikes can have. Power that gets the final word. The roads are endless… as are the possibilities. She capably glides me away from other people's expectations.

 
My 06 was named ****. That was fun, what a great name. Just thinking of all the completely true but totally inappropriate sentences about how much I loved riding ****, was classic comedy. Ahh but those days are gone. Now I have an 08 with no name. We haven't bonded yet, still waiting for the legalities to get done. Where the hell is that title anyways???!!! And still searching for a clever male name...

 
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My 06 was named ****. That was fun, what a great name. Just thinking of all the completely true but totally inappropriate sentences about how much I loved riding **** was classic comedy. Ahh but those days are gone. Now I have an 08 with no name. We haven't bonded yet, still waiting for the legalities to get done. Where the hell is that title anyways???!!! And still searching for a clever male name...
An 08, huh? I'm not going to say it...

:)

 
My 06 was named ****. That was fun, what a great name. Just thinking of all the completely true but totally inappropriate sentences about how much I loved riding **** was classic comedy. Ahh but those days are gone. Now I have an 08 with no name. We haven't bonded yet, still waiting for the legalities to get done. Where the hell is that title anyways???!!! And still searching for a clever male name...
OK, Now that was just Freakin' Hilarious as Hell Right There!! :haha:

You should keep that Bloodline going. How about **** Jr. :rolleyes:

 
In our large extended family, older generation is denoted with "Big"; younger is denoted with "Little," as in the older Jacob is known as "Big Jake," and the younger Jacob is known as "Little Jake." so-o-o-o... How about "Little ****."

 
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My 06 was named ****. That was fun, what a great name. Just thinking of all the completely true but totally inappropriate sentences about how much I loved riding **** was classic comedy. Ahh but those days are gone. Now I have an 08 with no name. We haven't bonded yet, still waiting for the legalities to get done. Where the hell is that title anyways???!!! And still searching for a clever male name...
An 08, huh? I'm not going to say it...

:)
...all depends on HOW inappropriate she wants to be...

Edit: NVM... FJRguy went there...

 
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My 06 was named ****. That was fun, what a great name. Just thinking of all the completely true but totally inappropriate sentences about how much I loved riding **** was classic comedy. Ahh but those days are gone. Now I have an 08 with no name. We haven't bonded yet, still waiting for the legalities to get done. Where the hell is that title anyways???!!! And still searching for a clever male name...
An 08, huh? I'm not going to say it...

:)
...all depends on HOW inappropriate she wants to be...

Edit: NVM... FJRguy went there...
I totally had a new paragraph on my post about this bringing up the discussion about "once you go black..." but then I chickened out and deleted it. :lol:

I thought of Big **** but then realized that would be backwards and I'm not gonna talk about riding around on Little **** or **** Jr all day. So I think **** might be played out here. Kinda like Shaft though! I'll put that on the short list. ;)

 
You should share just how cunning and bad that sexy girl was to you last weekend...
I'm not sure anybody would believe it. Not sure I believe it myself!

What Wayne refers to is the closest I've ever come to going down, and NOT. When you buy a girl with some age on her, make damn sure you change the rubbers before getting serious, no matter how new they "look".

5-year old tires on wet pavement, nearly made for a very bad day. Lost traction on the rear wheel exiting a right-hander, she spun way out. I squeezed really hard and eased off the throttle. The back end was still moving away so I counter-steered and applied some more throttle in an attempt to power the slide. About that time the front tire broke traction and began a full-tilt sideways chatter. With both tires losing traction, there I was two-up, loaded, both wheels sliding and the big girl doing down. I did the only thing left to do, jabbed my right foot down and pushed HARD. It was just enough to kill some countersteer and allow me to neutralize throttle. A split-second more of squeezing like hell and she stood upright without high-siding.
Well, after reading that, I don't think you should call her Mystique...You should call her, "****, that bitch just tried to kill me."

Good save...I woulda had to change my shorts!
or Beatrix as in "Kill Bill" Volume I or II :blink:

 
I named my 2006 "Marlene"
Brownie points to whoever can tell me why.

(and I should add , I rarely refer to the bike by name, but just thought it would be nice for it to have one in case the FBI tapped the phone and I wanted to mess with them ... )

KM
The Blue Angel (German: Der blaue Engel) is a film directed by Josef von Sternberg in 1930, based on Heinrich Mann's novel Professor Unrat. The film is considered to be the first major German sound film and it brought world fame to actress Marlene Dietrich.[1] In addition, it introduced her signature song, Friedrich Hollaender's "Falling in Love Again (Can't Help It)".





Yes, give the man a cigar. The "Blue Angel" not only refered to the bikes color, but also ...the referance to the "Blue Angels" pilots...and take the F from FJR...the J is the 10 tenth letter in the alphabit. R is 8 higher. F-18? A stretch I know...

The 2nd reason was I was always abit hesitant to give "female" names to a bike,, or male for that mater. As bikes are basicly sexless. (for most of of us...)

Marlene Dietrich was known to wear mens suits and even it is rumored to have had affairs with women....this to me tied in well with name of my Vulcan, which was Weena....the androgynous Eloi in H.G. Wells "The Time Machine".... So in keeping with the skew in male/female gender, Marlene seemed a good choice.

My only other comnent is better a black **** than a blue one..........

 
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I made this reply, then deleted it (mostly because Jeff started it). But now I have to say:

My motorcycle also has a name, it's FJR, and alternately, the (bass boat) blue bike.

This readily denotes it from the others in the garage.

Anything further is pretty much (flaming) ghey.

IMNSHO

NTTAWWT

YGMV

 
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It was one elegant dance, for sure.

You should share just how cunning and bad that sexy girl was to you last weekend...
I'm not sure anybody would believe it. Not sure I believe it myself!

What Wayne refers to is the closest I've ever come to going down, and NOT. When you buy a girl with some age on her, make damn sure you change the rubbers before getting serious, no matter how new they "look".

5-year old tires on wet pavement, nearly made for a very bad day. Lost traction on the rear wheel exiting a right-hander, she spun way out. I squeezed really hard and eased off the throttle. The back end was still moving away so I counter-steered and applied some more throttle in an attempt to power the slide. About that time the front tire broke traction and began a full-tilt sideways chatter. With both tires losing traction, there I was two-up, loaded, both wheels sliding and the big girl doing down. I did the only thing left to do, jabbed my right foot down and pushed HARD. It was just enough to kill some countersteer and allow me to neutralize throttle. A split-second more of squeezing like hell and she stood upright without high-siding.
 
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