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Post by bottomfeeder on Aug 17, 2005 11:25:03 GMT -5
Wife tried to move the bike last nite when I was out playing volleyball. Good thing that with two small kids around, nobody was hurt. Anyway, I just pulled up a chair (and a beer) and sat and looked at it for awhile before I raised the bike and examined the damage. Minor road rash to mirror and grip (which were going to be replaced with something cooler anyway), clutch lever (replaceable), bent shifter (replaceable, but a few nicks in the clutch case which sucks) and road rash to the windhshield (which sucks because it was brand new).
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Post by MX588 on Aug 17, 2005 16:11:14 GMT -5
Oh my dude....not good at all but good thing nothing really got dinged up that would have costed a sh!tload to replace. How exactly did it happen?? she tried to wheel it someplace and it tipped?
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Post by yzdirtrider13 on Aug 17, 2005 23:31:47 GMT -5
i was wondering the same thing. either that or the kids he referred to were playing motorcycle driver...vrooom vv vrrrooom...
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Post by Beckwizzle on Aug 18, 2005 2:25:36 GMT -5
That sux man! You should make your garage off limits to the wife and kids like Al Bundy did on Married with Children! Just you and the guys drinking beer talkin about tools,bikes and chix!
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Post by bottomfeeder on Aug 18, 2005 8:45:38 GMT -5
Ya, the wife unit tried to move the bike. First thing she said was 'I didn't know how heavy the thing is'. Yup, it's a heavy motherf#@ker. Don't touch it...ok? The kids already know better...you don't go near the bikes when I'm not around.
The wife gets one stall and I get two, so that's fair enough I guess. I do need one of those college refrigerators for the beer though.
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Post by yzdirtrider13 on Aug 18, 2005 21:27:23 GMT -5
my friend has an old fridge in his garage, and if you stand barefoot on the cement floor and touch the metal handle it shocks you...idk exactly how or why but ya you have to wear shoes.
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Post by Master Yoda on Aug 26, 2005 0:35:02 GMT -5
I have a keg cooler in my garage... of course I don't have a wife thingy or rug-rats. Thank God!
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