..happened just the other day. Gettin' kinda long, could've said it was in my way.."
For all you youngsters that was a CSN&Y song from my earlier years.
This last year I guess I've just been going to seed and haven't shaved or gotten a hair cut. I'm sure I look pretty wooly. I quit looking in the mirror about Thanksgiving. I was recently compared to Sir Anthony Hopkins in his film Instinct. Money Penny quit asking me to cut it around Christmas.
Flattery gets you nowhere...
I went riding Saturday to enjoy the wonderful weather and got whipped and flogged by my own mop. It is definitely time to get a hair cut; I'm not a dew-rag or bandanna kinda rider.
Guess I'll have to visit the corner barber shop tomorrow and read the five year old Field & Streams...
PC-
Have you sent out for estimates ?
😉
TNAI
"I went riding Saturday to enjoy the wonderful weather and got whipped and flogged by my own mop."
No helmet law down there?
> No helmet law down there?
none
Not to say nobody wears them because a lot of folks do, me included....sometimes.
Sometimes not..I love the wind. 😉
A few months ago I was at the CVS and there was a hair clipper and complete set of combs on sale for $22
That with a 3/4 comb for the top and 1/4 for facial hair keeps me real
B-)
I went from this circa 1975 in 'da UP (I'm the dummy yooper on the right with no coat).
To this circa 1980 at one of the hippie buddies bachelor party. Same crowd, different "doo's. We're all still best friends, but have chopped our locks:
Mine used to be long. Fly your freak flag high.
Don't cut it. Let us live vicariously through your locks. B-)
Dang it. There you go copying me again.
Haven't had a haircut in a few months and the beard is way out of control now. A friend of my youngest daughter who knows me very well commented on how bushy my beard has become. I told her I was letting it go as I was prepping for my Senior Pictures photo session. That got a look of bewilderment. My daughter then explained that the entire clan is scheduled March 19 for a mass setting with every kind of mix and match of those present. This could get to be hilarious. Especially when they try to pair Mrs. Cow and I up with my ex-wife and her current husband. Mrs. Cow announced that she would be more likely to do bad things than be in such a photo. I told her that in that case, I'd just make the photo be me and the ex. That didn't fly too high, either.
That is waaay too many guys with their shirts off. Can't believe you shared that in public!
Well, riding a bike is dangerous - that's why it's fun.
I just got my hair cut last week. It had been about 6 months since I had gotten a real hair cut. My barber was just getting back to cutting hair after being in a bad bike accident.
A cement truck turned in front of him. He was doing 55 MPH when he smashed into the truck. He was riding a Goldwing.
My barber has been riding daily for years. The only thing that saved him from having his leg severed is the Honda pancake style engine. The head of the engine took the initial impact.
He lost 3 weeks of memory and you can imagine all the bones he broke. This happened about 1 mile from his house. His helmet is the only thing that saved him from being mentally disabled.
He still has a long road to recovery.
I have two other friends that were involved in serious motorcycle accidents. Each time helmets saved their mush...
I understand defensive riding, but there are times when fate steps in and there really is nothing you can do about it.
Wear ur helmet, if not for your sake - for others around you.
> That is waaay too many guys with their shirts off. Can't believe you shared that in public!
But even though it was a bachelor party, we did keep our pants on during what you can only surmise was running in the projector. And it was in mid-July on a great 80 deg MI summer day.
During the day which was spent mostly playing frisbee & drinking beer, the groom twisted his ankle really really bad in a hole. He dozed off during the movie and I accidently tripped on his bum foot during a "good part". He woke up and just swung at me kind of jokeingly whilst writhing in pain. I blocked it and he broke my pinky finger pretty bad.
Two days later he is limping down the isle, I took my splint off (I was best man) so as not to mess up pictures, etc. We all chuckled, but his SWMBO was NOT amused to say the least.
We're all still best of friends. Nobodies marriage lasted, partly due to our continued friendships over some 50 plus yrs and some SWMBO's don'like their HWMBO's friends...:-S
Invite Wayne and his friends to party with you. That would make for interesting mix and match 🙂
breaking bikes and bones
> Well, riding a bike is dangerous - that's why it's fun.
It is definitely fun AND dangerous. I'm not sure it's fun BECAUSE it's dangerous, but it is fun.
Proper riding can eliminate a good amount of the inherent dangers involved, but it can't remove that "X" factor; the unknown. I don't care how careful a rider you are, there is a risk of life and limb. I have laid down plenty of motorsickles and taken the high side a couple of times to avoid a head-on. One particularly nasty situation gave me a permanent limp.
I've always thought that the DMV needs to train riders how to lay a bike down at speed, much like spin-training for pilots. Most people screw up by trying to keep the bike upright and avoid an impact. Knowing when impact is imminent and when to bail is key to survival. Bending and scratching a scooter is no big deal. All those scooter parts are replaceable, your bones are not. 😉
breaking bikes and bones
Agreed. Although I have not taken any training classes.
I rode to work through the winter one year and that was a lesson in it's self in riding. One winter day, I was on the freeway and hit a pothole at the beginning of a bridge deck that was frozen. By the time I got off the bridge (doing 45 MPH), I was in the middle of the death wobble. I let go of the bars slightly for a moment, then gave it a bunch of throttle. Not sure if that was the right thing to do, but I recovered from the wobble and lived. I'm not sure how many times that happens.
Tell me one thing you did as a kid that was dangerous and wasn't fun?
Oh my gosh I was thinking how could this be any worse? Then you go and admit that all you half dressed guys were watching adult movies to boot.
I guess ur town didn't have any professionals at the time.
That song was playing in my head when I got ten inches of mop cut off a couple of weeks ago. I'd like to think that at this age, my freak flag is still flying, just not with all that hair. I donated it to Locks of Love, an outfit that makes and donates wigs to cancer patients or so I'm told. (FWIW, I'm a :girl:)
breaking bikes and bones
> Tell me one thing you did as a kid that was dangerous and wasn't fun?
Icy bridge story here also (c. 1971)...
It was a sunny day in late winter and although there was still snow in the shadows, it was finally warming up. I got my BSA out and went for a ride "out in the country"...on roads I'd never been on before (big mistake)...
I topped a hill probably doing sixty or so and there was a really sharp grade break in about 100 yards down to a timber bridge. The bridge was about 90' long and sat about 22 degrees off of square with the road. About the time I locked the rear wheel up I noticed the bridge and creek were all in the tree shadows AND covered with ice.
Needless to say I dropped the scooter on the frozen bridge deck. It slid off the edge into the creek. As I slid I tried rolling over on my belly so I could grab SOMETHING to keep from going off the bridge. I was unsuccessful...
Me and the scooter wound up in what was left of a briar patch at the edge of the bottom of the creek. I had skin showing through my bloody jeans and splinters all over. The bike's front wheel had been bent to an oval on the tree trunk it smacked into. I landed on the bike and had exhaust pipe burns on my hands, forearm AND my butt.
It took 'til dark to catch a ride back into town and enlist a few friends and a truck to get back out there and drag the BSA out of the creek. I had bruises and cuts and scabs for a month. Ruined my best pair of bell-bottomed Levis and tore the heel off of my squared-toed Dingo boots....
That was VERY dangerous...and NO fun whatsoever! :bored:
> That song was playing in my head when I got ten inches of mop cut off a couple of weeks ago. I'd like to think that at this age, my freak flag is still flying, just not with all that hair. I donated it to Locks of Love, an outfit that makes and donates wigs to cancer patients or so I'm told. (FWIW, I'm a :girl:)
Well done.
Chicks man.
You must be a young.
A good old friend of mine who had very long hair said he would cut it if people collected money for a cancer charity. He owned a popular tavern and he collected a lot of money. He would also donate the hair to Locks of Love. Well they cut his hair at the tavern and had a party doing so. Next day, they took his locks of love to the donation place and they refused it because his hair was too old.
Pretty funny in the end.
