Yeah give me a Yamaha 125

Post #436,181 by crazy 9/11/20 4:10:15 AM 9/11/20 4:10:15 AM Reply	Yeah give me a Yamaha 125 That thing was fun when I learned to ride when I was 12. I maxed out at a Honda 250 about 10 years later. I never understood the desire for power beyond that, the weight and lack of flexibility wasn't worth it.
Post #436,189 by drook 9/11/20 11:43:19 AM 9/11/20 11:43:19 AM Reply	Mine was a Yamaha RD-350 2-stroke Then a Suzuki GS55ES, pseudo cafe racer with the half fairing. Reviews when it came out said it had a pretty flat power curve,* and everything was tucked up enough that you were unlikely to scrape anything no matter how hard you threw it into the turns. In other words, great fun in the twisties, but capable enough for 4 hours at freeway speed without being painful. * Which at that time meant not enough at the bottom end to make the front come over too easy, and not enough on the top to be worth wringing it out. If I had it to do over, I'd rather have had a dirt bike so I could get comfortable with sliding around. I'm sure I rarely pushed the capabilities of anything I rode. -- Drew
Post #436,198 by crazy 9/11/20 12:43:43 PM 9/11/20 12:58:54 PM Reply	Oh no, you misunderstand, I never owned a bike Except my moped when I was a kid. I had a buddy who was my brother's older buddy who was stupid enough to hand me his Yamaha 125 when I was 12. I dumped that thing hard in the mud after smashing my knee on a tree while screaming for them to pull it off me because I was sure it was going to burn me. Over the years various people would allow me to drive their bikes. So I got to cut school and go have fun zipping around. The key of any bike was the ability to throw it over a fence when you were running from the cops. I could lift a Yamaha 125. Not much past that. When I was all grown up, Robbie, you remember Robbie from the wedding, offered to pay for a weekend of fun which included jumping out of airplanes, rock climbing indoors inside a cathedral, and riding motorcycles that we rented. Robbie knows how to throw a weekend. Note: Robbie ain't speaking to me anymore, I caused too much damage to his psyche. So while I was capable of riding that Honda 250 over the various jumps and woodsy twisty turns I am certainly not competent to ever take one on the real road. Everyone out there is trying to kill you. Screw that. Edited by crazy Sept. 11, 2020, 12:58:54 PM EDT Expand All History
Post #436,200 by drook 9/11/20 1:08:44 PM 9/11/20 1:08:44 PM Reply	Robbie sounds like fun Was he one of the guys setting off the fireworks at Beepbash? -- Drew
Post #436,202 by crazy 9/11/20 1:13:28 PM 9/11/20 1:13:28 PM Reply	No Rob was never beep bash. Give me a bit I'll email you photo of us. Which you might have taken.
Post #436,204 by drook 9/11/20 1:41:39 PM 9/11/20 1:41:39 PM Reply	The tall guy helping serve the cake? That's the only one I took with someone I don't recognize. -- Drew
Post #436,213 by crazy 9/11/20 6:16:49 PM 9/11/20 6:16:49 PM Reply	Sent Was the hell of a picture. I was crying emotionally throughout the evening. Margaret actually asked me if I had done any LSD for the evening. Nope, it was all just my emotions. Rob is the bald one in the picture I sent you.
Post #436,219 by drook 9/11/20 7:46:17 PM 9/11/20 7:46:17 PM Reply	Can't say I remember him -- Drew
Post #436,229 by crazy 9/12/20 3:30:52 AM 9/12/20 3:30:52 AM Reply	S'ok It was an intense couple of days. On my side I remember almost nothing. I wandered the pictures to refresh my memory occasionally. I'm very happy that my nephew filmed the actual ceremony so I get to review that. I really wish he had filmed the rabbi and the priest doing their act for the half hour before I came in. I'm told it was hilarious but I can't see it.

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