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To: Mr. Adrenaline who wrote (1291)	2/5/1999 11:56:00 PM
From: Joe Brown	Respond to of 2693

Well...if you want to talk motorcycles, I can do that, too. Before I got too old for such things, I owned a Suzuki GS550, and enjoyed taking it out to the frontage road near my home in the Bay Area (I don't live there any longer), to see how quickly I could get it to 100+ MPH (the answer...too quickly!). Then one day as I was riding through town, a young woman decided to cross my main street from her side street without regard to her stop sign. I did a nice 2 wheel slide with both brakes locked, but miraculously avoided kissing the pavement. I chased her for a couple of miles before she gave up and apologized profusely; her look of panic dissolved my anger. I sold the bike soon after.

To: Mr. Adrenaline who wrote (1291)	2/6/1999 12:51:00 PM
From: Sawtooth	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2693

OT<<Laguan Seca doesn't necessarily mean 4 wheels. Last time I took any "instruction" at Laguna Seca, it was for TWO wheels. ... I gather from Dennis' hobbies he isn't talk two wheels though. About a year or so ago, the LOR thread got on a Cobra lusting side line. Someone even admitting to letting an original slip through their fingers for $2K or so... albeit in the sixties.>> You have a memory like a steel trap, Mr. A. It was I who stood with shoulder-length hair and a backpack in a small, dusty town in the foothills of the Montana Rockies, my trekking partner and I eyeing the underhood innards of that beautiful machine with $2,499.99 written in soap on the windshield. Alas, it was not the time or place for either of us to acquire such a sleek and powerful machine, assuming that we had even a partial appreciation and understanding for what we were looking at. The day remains etched in my mind like a still-shot from Easy Rider or A River Runs Through It. A great memory and a great trip, all the way around. If only life were so simple today. <<Unfortunately, I was single then and now I have to resort to alternate adrenaline sources ;-)>> Yes, a familiar lament. I traded a life of pleasure and competitive windsurfing, road and mountain biking, dirt-cycling and world-treking for an absolutely wonderful wife and two (now) teenagers of questionable wonderfulness; hopefully a temporary condition. Mentioned only because I feel I can relate to your comment of "alternative adrenaline sources". Maybe one of the great things about getting older is that many of our aches and pains have fond memories attached to them ("Remember that time we ditched the cops on our 250 Enduros by driving in the front door of that bar and out the back? It worked great until we cartwheeled off that five foot loading ramp.") Thanks for stirring up some great memories on what has been a rather a-little-too-low-key morning. Regards. ; )