New Farrari Owner
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Jethro Rocker
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Here I thought Norm bought a Ferrari...
eSGEe
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SG John
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When I worked at Gullwing, we got an Enzo that was stuffed into the back of another car on the Tobin Bridge in Boston. The guy was adamant about not going through the insurance company, and that he would pay in cash. He didn't want his wife to know that he stuffed the car because he was getting a BJ from his girlfriend at the time. He's lucky he didn't lose his number.
Rich people problems. We were laughing our balls off the entire time.
Rich people problems. We were laughing our balls off the entire time.
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Competition Driving Instruction would have been beneficial.
I know a guy who taught for The Lamborghini Academy. Reasonable rates....
I posted a faster lap time at Thermal in a Super Trofeo than a 458 Italia with less HP and TQ and more weight.
chilipeppermaniac
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Robert, can you fly a helicopter too?
I only had one brief lesson in a helicopter, but I've flown fixed wing aircraft, starting out in fabric covered Stearman Biplanes.
eSGEe
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I bet Karma was involved.
SOunds like a 20% up charge for "hush cash" to me
Dad, a NASCAR crew member for Vel's/Parnelli Jones Ford, taught me to drive 1/4 mile oval in a stock car with a glass of ice tea between my legs.
Smooth is fast.
Guys buy supercars and flip off the traction control....
chilipeppermaniac
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I never had a fear of flying, going fast on bicycles, dirtbikes etc. However I did have my full share of skateboard speed wobbles, wrecks and times where my skull met concrete.
I had no fear of heights, from climbing trees to going up hay elevators and jumping off. I used to think I would love to skydive, but thankfully have grown out of that. I was able to work as a kid at various odd jobs, then socked away as much money as possible and when I saw a sweet Suzuki RM 125 in a gas station parking lot for sale, I begged my mom and stepdad to let me buy it. My dreams began at about 8 years old from a classmate's Benelli Mini Bike catalog I ogled. My dream finally came true that day @15. There and then, I found my speed machine,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, my race bike to ride the fields and woods and trails around the reservoir and farm that surrounded the apartment complex mom moved us into.
Sadly, we lived on the 2nd floor of the apartment, I could not bring it inside the building, and had to chain it to a pole in the parking lot. When I awoke 5 days after I bought it, to see only the chain lying on the ground, I was totally crushed. My hard earned prize was stolen and I had a suspicion who did it, because of an oddity I experienced one evening when a boy from my school who lived maybe 7 miles farther away from a totally different neighborhood rode by and my stepdad and I spied him. Stepdad quipped, "who was that?" My reply was the guy's name and my reaction as being, "I wonder what he is doing around here"
We filed police reports, had a neighbor even have an encounter with him in possession of my bike out at a friend of his place near their hood, and a subsequent court date which he beat the rap, despite my witness's testimony and the threat he made to my witness during their encounter.
In the end, I lost my bike and never got another dirt bike for another 20 years. Once I got this killer bike, I learned to take jumps, and eventually raced it at National MX track in Southern Md near smittyp's place.
I took my lumps trying to keep up with other riders who had more seat time, but I cowboy upped it and got decent at racing by the time I was about 34-36 yrs old. My last races saw me doing lots better with an even better bike, my current 1998 KX 250 I bought around '99 or 2000. Great bike for sure.
Sorry this tale is so long, but over the few years prior, I was a passenger in a 4 seat light airplane, but never a copter. I did sell a set of drums to a guy from Virginia who owns a helicopter company though. He showed up in a yellow Hummer with personalized tags, COPTERZ.
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chilipeppermaniac
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One day I hope to get a ride in a chopper to sight-see,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Oh yeah, my mom beat me to a copter ride, but in her case, it was not a pleasure ride. Her stroke warranted a flight from Delaware Hospital ER to a Neuro unit in a Philadelphia hospital for stabilization and evaluation. Hoping I never have to make such a flight for sure.
My 2nd cousin is a commercial pilot, and one day I hope to talk him into taking me up in a small plane again one day too.
Oh yeah, my mom beat me to a copter ride, but in her case, it was not a pleasure ride. Her stroke warranted a flight from Delaware Hospital ER to a Neuro unit in a Philadelphia hospital for stabilization and evaluation. Hoping I never have to make such a flight for sure.
My 2nd cousin is a commercial pilot, and one day I hope to talk him into taking me up in a small plane again one day too.
This is my 2000, KX 250
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[/URL]Your 98 would look just like it,, I do believe
chilipeppermaniac
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This is my 2000, KX 250
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Your 98 would look just like it,, I do believe
Mitch, like I said, we are brothers from different mothers. A '98 and a 2000 are nearly twins huh?
My first bike I mentioned racing was a 1989 CR125 and I can really tell you, the KX250 does not require one to be " On the PIPE" such as the KX, CR, RM, YZ 125's do in order to make all the jumps, whoops etc. The extra CC's could PULL in the low RPM range and the amount of power on demand saved my behind many a times.
Yea that KX was a rocket, but I just couldn’t get it to stick in corners..