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Dutch traffic solution

Dope must be doing wonders to the Dutch government

Dutch motorcycle association, MAG , have been active. A new toll system for the motorways in The Netherlands will be put in place by 2012. Today, the freeways are exactly that, free. There's currently a road tax that each vehicle must pay per year.


In order to lessen the very high traffic on Dutch roads, the toll system will "force" users that would not normally use a car on a daily basis, to use the public transport. So far, it looks good, but things get better.

The Dutch government, in a moment of great lucidity, have decided that motorcycles are a solution to traffic problems, and therefore have decided that motorcycles will not need to pay toll. That's right, motorcycles can ride the "rijksweg" for free, vrij, noppes, nada, nientacosa, gratuit, مجاني , освобождавам, 自由的, slobodno, volný, fri, vapaa, frei, ελεύθερος, स्वतंत्र, libero, бесплатно ....

Way to go!

It's a very encouraging sign, when a government decides that motorcycles aren't a problem, but are actually a solution. Now, if the other countries could please pay attention.

Cult - Edie

Always said you were a youthquaker, Edie
A stormy little world shaker
Oh, Warhol's darling queen, Edie
An angel with a broken wing
The dogs lay at your feet, Edie
Oh, we caressed your cheek
Ooh, stars wrapped in your hair
Ooh, life without a care
But your not there
Oh, caught up in an endless scene, Edie
Yeah, paradise, a shattered dream
Oh, wired on the pills you took, Edie
Your innocence dripped blood, sweet child
The dogs lay at your feet, Edie
Oh, we caressed your cheek
Ooh, stars wrapped in your hair
Ooh, life without a care
Ciao baby
Shake it, boy
Oh, sweet little sugar talker
Paradise dream stealer
Oh, Warhol's little queen, Edie
An angel with a broken wing, oh
The dogs lay at your feet, Edie
Oh, we caressed your cheek, well
Stars wrapped in your hair
Ooh, life without a care
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Why did you kiss the world goodbye?
Ciao baby
Don't you know paradise takes time?
Ciao, yeah
Why did you kiss the world goodbye?
Ciao baby
Don't you know paradise takes time?
Ooh, ciao, yeah
Ciao baby, yeah
Ciao baby
Ciao baby, yeah
Ciao baby

Freedom

Wife's case been chucked out of court .... FUCKIN HEY!!!!!!!!
Can't really express the relief, the overwhelming lightness of being.
A toast last night in my house was freedom ...

Thanks to everyone who supported us ... in thoughts, prayers and action.

And the media ... man ... long live free press.

Volcano

Ok, this guy is crazy ... but how cool is THAT???



Mmmmmm ... what can you see in this pic?



Taken from The Daily Mail

Riding

I have been commuting for just over a year now on my fazer, every day facing the 30 kilometer ride to work, and home, and everywhere else. What an amazing experience, albeit it at different times scary, beautiful, thrilling, exhilarating, wet, cold, wet and cold, lonely, content and many others besides.
This last year has seen me take my wife and kids for rides, experienced many biker events, my favourite of course being the Toy Run www.toyrun.co.za, an event where bikers across the country collect toys for various orphanages for christmas.
Being part of Think Bike www.thinkbike.co.za and the marshalling team has also been awesome. The team spirit, leadership and comaraderie, as well as the professionalism of those involved, and generosity too, has been an inspiration to myself as a person. I cannot describe 5AM on a cold winter morning, out in the Magaliesberg hills, cyclists gathering to race, and a line of steel horses to look after their non motorised cousins. Wherever i go, and there are marshalls, i know i am amongst truly great people. We do many events freely, knowing that our presence there helps avert tragedy. That is so rewarding in itself, the fun we have seems too good to be true!
One funny aspect of these cycle races is the total difference between cyclists and bikers. Cyclists are such prissy little beings, whereas bikers ... well ... yes.
Riding the same route everyday i s fun o, usually at the same time. I've got to know so many people on the route, hardly a day passes i do not see a friend on the way to work. Mostly only a toot and a wave, but that is so much more than the caged mentality a car provides. This morning, i managed to say hi to a fellow tb marshall, who uses a car to get to work, and had stopped at the same robot as i. Further on, an unknown biker on a honda and i exchanged greetings, and agreed that it was a nice day, and not too cold. Then a young punk on a gs nearly rode into me, he was pushing too hard, and not thinking far enough ahead enough either. His type will fall sooner rather than later. A scooter joined the highway further on, and was also far too confident for his own good. A scooter is very maneuverable, and in traffic can easily keep up with bigger bikes, however there is a limit as to how fast you can go, i don't know how to "calculate" it, but it's there, that barrier beyond which you do not have enough space to stop. The scooter pushed it, and when someone jumped lanes, mr scooter got a big fright. He avoided falling or crashing, but the word contortionist comes to mind when i recall the way that scooter wiggled. I thought he'd fall.
There is no other way to travel really. Being one with your environment, taking each day as new and different, and dangerous, is the right way to start the day. Every single motorbike commuter i know agrees that when you get to work, you are refreshed, awake, and most certainly happy to be alive. It allows your mind the respite it truly needs, from whatever else may plague your thoughts, gives you space for your mind to reach for each horison, and take note of the things between them.

Adam's calender

When historians first stumbled upon these structures they simply assumed that they were cattle kraal left behind by the Bantu people as they moved south and settled the land from around the 13th century. But research work done by people like Cyril Hromnik, Richard Wade, Johan Heine and a handful of others over the past twenty years, into ancient southern African history, has revealed that these stone structures are in fact more than just cattle kraal, but the remains of ancient temples and astronomical observatories of lost ancient civilisations that stretch back for thousands of years.





Go see http://www.makomati.com/

Cracked heads

Date: Sat Mar 27 15:36:01 2004

Yes, you. You sick fucker. On Wednesday morning I emerged from my
girlfriend's building by U.N. Plaza to find that you had sawed the tops
off both the sparkplugs on my motorcycle. At the time, I had no idea why
anyone would do that. Other than the sparkplugs, the bike was untouched.
Some kind of bizarre vandalism? A fraternity prank gone awry? I had no
idea. All I knew is that I looked like a huge douchebag riding the Muni
to work in a padded motorcycle jacket and helmet. Because the bike was
immobilized I got a $35 street sweeping ticket that night. Thursday I
had it towed to the shop ($45) where they replaced the sparkplugs and
the boots ($50 including labor). They explained to me that "people" - I
use the term loosely here - like you break off the tops of spark plugs
and use the porcelain tubes to smoke crack. As an engineer and former
MacGyver fan, in a way I think this is kind of cool. But then I remember
that I just paid $100 for YOUR crackpipes, and I get angry again.

Crackhead, it was really good to have my bike back though. I rode home
from the shop with a couple of spare sparkplugs and a smile on my face.
I figured the next time I parked at my girlfriend's place overnight I
would have to buy some crackpipes and tape them to my bike as a peace offering. Overall, I wasn't that upset. Despite having to ride the bus
for three days and dropping a hundred bones at the shop, I had gained
some fascinating knowledge, a new set of spark plugs, and a pretty funny
anecdote about how fucked up you are, and how our paths once crossed
briefly in the night.

But you couldn't just let sleeping dogs lie, could you Crackhead? You
couldn't just stay in on Friday, watch Letterman through the window of a
home electronics store and then call it a night. You couldn't rest on
your laurels. Two porcelain sparkplug crackpipes just wasn't enough for
you, was it Crackhead? You just had to come back for more. This morning, a scant fifteen hours after I rode it out of the shop, I found my
motorcycle violated once again. This time you only took the right one -
maybe you were having an off night. At least this time I had a spare
sparkplug and the tools to fix it - or so I thought - having ordered a
73-piece toolset from SEARS.com last week. But no, the sparkplug socket in my new toolset was for American sparkplugs. So I had to go down to the neighborhood Ace hardware. They had an 18mm socket that would fit over my sparkplug, but it was for a 1/2" drive ratchet. My toolkit only has 1/4" and 3/8" ratchets. So I had to buy a 1/2" ratchet along with
the socket. Even though the clerk took pity on me and gave me the senior
citizen discount (I'm 25) it still cost me $22 all told.

Now, you might say that I should have just gotten a 3/8"-to-1/2" drive
adaptor instead of springing for the whole ratchet. And to that I say
"Shut the hell up, Crackhead, I'm not finished. And besides, I was
eventually going to buy a 1/2" ratchet anyway so it's probably not worth
it to take it back now."OK, now I'm rambling. But the point is,
Crackhead, that you have done me wrong. Now, I get that you love crack.
That is totally understandable. I've heard it is really fun, at first,
and quite addictive. What I don't understand is...

YOU ARE A CRACKHEAD. WHY DON'T YOU OWN A CRACKPIPE?!

I am an engineer. Do you ever see me shaking down bums in the Loin for a calculator and sliderule? No, you don't. Because engineering is the main thing I do, I went and bought myself a calculator. The main thing you do is crack. How do you get by without a crackpipe? The other crackheads must clown on you non-stop. I mean, the fucking saw you used to saw off my sparkplugs is probably worth five or ten bucks. Why not sell or trade it for a crackpipe? You really haven't put much thought into this, have you? Please, Crackhead, please don't tell me you sold your crackpipe to buy crack. Even a stupid crackhead such as yourself couldn't possibly be that stupid. I've decided that taping crackpipes to my motorcycle would be tantamount to appeasement.

You have crossed a line, Crackhead - specifically California Street. You
have come onto my own street and you have desecrated that which I hold
dear. You have stolen from me, and you have caused me to spend the last half hour writing this post instead of engineering shit, and it is
conceivable, if not likely, that my boss could find out about this and
fire me. I am hella pissed at you dude.

Here are my options as I see them:

1. Write a note saying that I have coated both of my sparkplugs in rat
poison and tape it to my bike at night. You can thank Tim for that one,
it was his idea.

2. Don't write a note, but just coat both sparkplugs in rat poison. This
is probably closer to a punishment that would fit your despicable crime.
I'm sure this is super illegal and SHIT, but it's not like anyone is
going to miss you, Crackhead. Don't fool yourself.

3. Wait in an alley near my bike armed with my new stainless steel
mirror-finish Ace Professional brand 1/2" drive socket wrench, my 18mm
sparkplug socket, and my searing rage. It's pretty heavy and well
balanced. I am not a large man, but I am angry.

In conclusion, Crackhead, why don't you just do both of us a favor and
buy yourself a crackpipe? It will both enhance your crack smoking
experience and save me a lot of time and felony assault charges. Think
about it.

Sincerely,
Matt

*** If you are not the Crackhead that took my sparkplugs, please disregard this posting ***
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I have no idea why, but i'm in a very surreal space lately. I guess this kind of real world humour appeals to me now .... it is very funny though ;-)
peace

i luv humans

The following letter was forwarded by someone who teaches at a small high school in country NSW (Australia). The letter was sent to the principal's office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly.

This story is a credit to all humankind.

Read it, soak it in, and bask in the warm feeling that it leaves you with.

Dear School,

God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizen's luncheon. I'm 94 years old and live at the local County Home for the Aged.

My family has long since passed away and I rarely have visitors. As a result, I have very limited contact with the outside world. This makes your gift especially welcome My roommate, Maggie Cook, has had her own radio for as long as I've known her. She listens to it all the time, though usually with an earplug or with the volume so low, I can't hear it. For some reason, she has never wanted to share it.

Last Sunday morning, while listening to her morning gospel programs, she accidentally knocked her radio off its shelf. It smashed into many pieces, and caused her to cry. It was so sad.

Fortunately, I had my new radio. Knowing this, Maggie asked if she could listen to mine.

I told her to fuck off.

Bless you.
Sincerely,
Edna Johnson

Pro child initiative

http://www.fpbprochild.org.za/Home.aspx

Very nicely done website, a lot of useful information, and links.

Go check it out.

Elemental wolves

http://yuumei.deviantart.com/art/Element-Wolves-87274429

Art by yuumei ....

Very good .... awesome in fact. If you look under the image on the page, there are a serious of similar drawings, wolf of fire, clouds, water, etc. They all stand individually, and in this impressive compilation image.
BIG thumbs up :D

Duel On the Highway

Duel On the Highway

An exit ramp bisects a sweeping curve
too many times I’ve seen
cages and rigs roll on through
and I wondered...
would it be that way today?
If so, what would I do?
I see the cage coming down
and as I come around
the end of the curve
I am watching...calculating
preparing for "battle",
which way will I go
if she doesn’t slow
and yield?
I will hold my lane here
not off in that field !
So damn many thoughts
are clicking off
methodically and lightning quick, one by one
I’m tallying statistics and survival scenarios.
I’m staring her down,
she’s talking on her cell phone, listening to her stereo
oblivious of me, like she’s alone and owns this road.
I’m won’t slow down...not this day,
this is my road, this is my "town"...
and I’m staring her down
like a gunfighter’s eyelock before the pistols are drawn,
staring her down....
drilling my presence into her pre-occupied brain...
Will she see me, or will my life
forever change in this instant?
Look, look, look at me dammit!
She finally turns to look my way
as I accelerate by,
checking her in my mirror
I see.. she never stopped
as I blow the smoke from the barrel of my "gun".
Another notch in my belt...
another battle won.

Chopper Kate By

Bikes

Went to the 1000 bike show this weekend, what a lekker jol!!!

Nope nothing else here ...

IT WORX!!!!!

*grumble*

Blogger ain't working properly .... not sure if it's my network's fault, or not.

Either way ... will post more stuff ASAP.

*grumble*

R.I.P. George Carlin