Merry Christmas
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Christmas eve here 78 and sunny, Meeting the boys for some Holiday cheer! Hoping all of you have a happy and peaceful Christmas and New Year. And thank you to all the posters, I really like reading and learning here, And thanks Jerry one hell of a site you have here. 
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Its a overcast day and now drizzle (21c / 70f ) so got a location picture off the Internet. :lol:
Hopefully it will look more like that next week.
Her indoors got me a bike lifter for Christmas so all is not that bad.
Merry Christmas.
Hopefully it will look more like that next week.
Her indoors got me a bike lifter for Christmas so all is not that bad.
Merry Christmas.
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Merry Christmass to all of you. Santa got me a pair of new silencers.
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Happy Birthday Christ child.
The Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas at the motorcycle store
The sales clerks were gone; they’d locked up the door
Back in service, the tools were hung with great care
The floors had been swept, the workbenches bare.
Sales had been brisk, filling staff with elation
As they headed down south for their winter vacation.
The new shiny sport bikes had all been sold out
And all that was left was an Indian Scout,
A Norton Commando, a Rudge Multi too,
And a black BMW R32.
A Vincent, a Matchless and Velocette
And a drippy old Brough that wouldn’t start on a bet.
“This stinks,” said the Norton, “We’re just as fine
As those Japanse bikes the kids buy all the time.”
“You’re right,” said the Vincent as he grew agitated,
“All I need is to get my back tire inflated.
Then I could compete with the best of ‘em yet.”
“Me, too! I’m still fast,” cried the old Velocette.
“If someone was handy, someone was smart,
They’d know how to fix us and get us to start.”
And so while they grumbled and whined and complained,
They didn’t notice a visitor came.
He was dressed all in leather, black head to toe
And his helmet had reflective stickers that brightly glowed.
His beard was snow white. It reached to his chest.
How he got in the door was anyone’s guess.
He looked them all over. “Merry Christmas.” he said.
Are you fellows available to pull my big sled?”
“Who, us?” laughed the Matchless. “We’re rusty and old.
Nobody wants us, that’s why we’re not sold.
The kids want electric, not our old kickstarts
These young punks think we’re just bikes for old farts.”
“My Lucas headlight hasn’t worked well in years,”
Said the Rudge. “And my gearbox is missing some gears.
I’d be much oblidged if you’d look at my choke,
And the earthing bushing in my magneto is broke.”
“My mix is too rich, I think.” Said the Beemer.
“Does anyone know how to set the carb leaner?”
Then Santa said “Hey, stop the whining you guys.
Your legends and history in many mens’ eyes.
So what if you’re rusty and don’t look brand new?
Hypermotards and Busas wouldn’t be here without you.”
Then the vintage bikes lights started glowing with pride,
And the Norton Commando said, “Let’s take a ride!”
“I’m ready, let’s go, come on!” said the Brough,
Let’s get it in gear and show ‘em our stuff.”
They took to the road, their pipes roared like thunder.
And Santa sat back in his sled filled with wonder.
And he said as he watched them race into the night,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a safe ride.”
Kathy Gehrhardt, Delaware Valley Norton Riders
Chapter of the International Norton Owners Association
The Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas at the motorcycle store
The sales clerks were gone; they’d locked up the door
Back in service, the tools were hung with great care
The floors had been swept, the workbenches bare.
Sales had been brisk, filling staff with elation
As they headed down south for their winter vacation.
The new shiny sport bikes had all been sold out
And all that was left was an Indian Scout,
A Norton Commando, a Rudge Multi too,
And a black BMW R32.
A Vincent, a Matchless and Velocette
And a drippy old Brough that wouldn’t start on a bet.
“This stinks,” said the Norton, “We’re just as fine
As those Japanse bikes the kids buy all the time.”
“You’re right,” said the Vincent as he grew agitated,
“All I need is to get my back tire inflated.
Then I could compete with the best of ‘em yet.”
“Me, too! I’m still fast,” cried the old Velocette.
“If someone was handy, someone was smart,
They’d know how to fix us and get us to start.”
And so while they grumbled and whined and complained,
They didn’t notice a visitor came.
He was dressed all in leather, black head to toe
And his helmet had reflective stickers that brightly glowed.
His beard was snow white. It reached to his chest.
How he got in the door was anyone’s guess.
He looked them all over. “Merry Christmas.” he said.
Are you fellows available to pull my big sled?”
“Who, us?” laughed the Matchless. “We’re rusty and old.
Nobody wants us, that’s why we’re not sold.
The kids want electric, not our old kickstarts
These young punks think we’re just bikes for old farts.”
“My Lucas headlight hasn’t worked well in years,”
Said the Rudge. “And my gearbox is missing some gears.
I’d be much oblidged if you’d look at my choke,
And the earthing bushing in my magneto is broke.”
“My mix is too rich, I think.” Said the Beemer.
“Does anyone know how to set the carb leaner?”
Then Santa said “Hey, stop the whining you guys.
Your legends and history in many mens’ eyes.
So what if you’re rusty and don’t look brand new?
Hypermotards and Busas wouldn’t be here without you.”
Then the vintage bikes lights started glowing with pride,
And the Norton Commando said, “Let’s take a ride!”
“I’m ready, let’s go, come on!” said the Brough,
Let’s get it in gear and show ‘em our stuff.”
They took to the road, their pipes roared like thunder.
And Santa sat back in his sled filled with wonder.
And he said as he watched them race into the night,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a safe ride.”
Kathy Gehrhardt, Delaware Valley Norton Riders
Chapter of the International Norton Owners Association
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Gosh darn it Guido, that's enough to kill lessor souls to endure. All's I can say is in my case and many others with similar trauma, eventually they get to point of looking back at the worse that could happen for thank goodness it turned out that way. Children suffer too and generally end up getting closer to the more honest loving parent regardless of who got em legally for a time. In order for me to make it though some years of suicidal depression was a saying that > to be happy one needs a place to be, stuff to do and things to look forward too>. Then again next ride could leave you as bug juice under truck tires or worse only half dead for a long long time. I wish you miracles in opportunity and people meeting to start a new life with some relief focusing on the road ahead on a Commando.
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