The Superhawk is now operational again. Headlights, tail and brake, and all the instrumentation is working again. I took it for a test ride, and it seems fine. Took the Hawk into town and picked up some new Fuses and I think I’m good.
I need new turn signals and a new Shifter. The shifter right now is folded back on its self and hard to shift with. This is a part that will have to be replaced. Attempting to bend it back will break it. I look at this as a time to upgrade. Racing parts, and I’ll get some LED Turn Signals, I think.
I was asked if Crusader could do this. WHY? Crusader builds serious use guns. Titanium would be as much as an advantage in a fighting gun as Spinners would be on the Hubs of Police Cars. Besides, Titanium has some problems. Galling and Cold Welding being among them. The rifle according the Nemo’s site is almost 9 pounds. So instead of getting one of these, how about an armory full of Broadswords?
From the video, the guy says it is “Wildly impractical for the End User.”
Hey, if they want to known for making expensive useless crap… They just unlocked that achievement. Using Titanium just to say “It’s Titanium” is rather asinine. Titanium isn’t Magic. But that’s fine for them. Crusader will remain known for making seriously excellent guns and lubricants.
You have a little Near Death Experience on a Motorcycle and all the sudden you get all these people telling you that “That they told you so.” “Motorcycling is Dangerous.” And I need to get off that “Donor Cycle and into a Safe Car.” Most of these comments come from Good Friends and Loved Ones and people that I know who really care for me… and some people who just what to be jackasses about it.
This all just makes me scratch my head. Do you guys even know me? Look, I appreciate the concern and I see where you are coming from… I feel that from you and I thank you for it. I’d give you a big hug. But everything I do is considered to be dangerous. My Career has been in “Doing Dangerous Things” other than doing the Tech stuff I did for awhile it’s all been rather risky.
All day long, I am in a cage. Doing what is expected of me. Constrained and unable to do or say what I want to do or so. I have to keep so many opinions to myself, and so many responses to myself, that some days I just feel like I’m going to explode. I have so many demands and stresses on me. Bills and Dues that have to be paid. Kids growing up into adults and their needs. A wife that has to be cared for. Family and my Extended Family. Promises that I’ve made to them and to friends. I’m not going to abandon them… it’s not that. It’s the Decompression I get when I swing my leg over my bike. The whole “Stop to Smell The Roses” thing… On a bike, I don’t have to stop. I can be Mt. Vesuvius level pissed off and by the time I get home I’m down to Mt. Fuji level. I’m happier after a ride because for that brief moment in time – I am Free. Sometimes I just want to keep riding – just keep going.
I love riding… I can’t explain it so that you will understand… Because you don’t ride. I can’t tell you what Chocolate tastes like either. Those that do ride, they understand. My wife understands. Some of my friends understand. Imagine taking an Eagle and clipping its wings so it couldn’t fly again… THAT is what you are telling me when you say I should be in a car. Maybe you are right. Maybe I should be. It’s supposedly safer. I’ll give you that. But that’s not what it’s about. Being Safe… Safety is an illusion.
Yes, it’s dangerous. It’s also freedom. Freedom is always dangerous.
You are fucking obnoxious. All I need you for is to read PDF’s. Yet you are constantly updating and being a fucking attention-whore about it when you are doing it. I can’t put you into the background or minimize you while you’re do your shit… you have to be on top of everything, in my way. If I slide you over to the side, you pop back up into the center. I’m trying to write a book over here, or look at funny cat videos – and you are always getting in my face. Judas Priest, man! You are like those Mexican Porn Flier People in Vegas. Can’t walk down the Strip without those clowns snapping their little fliers in your face… Adobe – you are just like that. And then you ask me to Reboot. Really? I’m in the middle of doing something and you are interrupting me, getting in my way, and then you want me to stop what I am doing. Are you serious? This isn’t Windows 95 anymore. I am getting really tired of you, Adobe.
Knock it off or I’m uninstalling your shit.