Wtaf is this thread even about?
Wtaf is this thread even about?
1 Unless the stat is from a years old search, no they didn't1 google says that there's 8 million motorcycles in the US
2 and all of them can carry enough gasoline to cover 1000 miles without stopping. 3 Some can manage twice that. 4 Some can average 100 mph when there's no cops to worry about, too. Think about what that means. No place in the lower 48 states. is out of reach of millions of people, with just one night's ride and maybe 5 one night's hike. You're not nearly as "remote" as you think you are. Google also says 6 15-20 million bicycles are sold in the US EVERY YEAR. So there's 100 million of them around, A lot of them are sized for little kids, of course, But the US, all 3200 miiles of it, has been crossed in 8 days on a bicycle, by a number of people. With a gel seat cover, 7 anyone can, in a week or 2, get hardened in to pedal 100 miles per night, on relatively flat terrain. For $40 each, you can get solid rubber tires, so a flat is never an issue, either. 8 Millions of people can reach you in a week or 2 and they WILL be trying to do so, too, if shtf.
1 Unless the stat is from a years old search, no they didn't
2 Not a single one can w/o modification which may decrease safe handling and increase danger to the rider
3 See #2 and at least double the safety factors and quadruple your BS factor
4 A bike either can or cannot maintain 100mph. Average is determined by the operator, not the machine
5 I ride my bike, not take it on hikes but you do you
6 Holy shit, you got sumpthin right, congrats!
7 I didn't realize a gel seat heals the disabled, how come you're the only one that knows?
8 Well, I'm not cleaning the toilet or feeding them.
Thanks, that was fun. Tell another story ? ? ?
You're welcome Cam. I'm here to serve the TGT community and if I can't do that, I'll just be stoopitThank you for doing this.
I actually quit reading after the "1000 mile" statement.
I didn't realize all the crazy in the rest of the post.
I did 600+ miles in one day on a Suzuki GT-380 (two stroke). When I got off at the end of the day, I staggered as if I had been at sea for a couple of months.I did 1000 miles in a day ONCE on a motorcycle. But it certainly wasn’t done without stopping. And after my last fuel stop, I could barely lift the bike off the kickstand.
Oh damn you. Sitting here with a busted rib and I could not stop reading that and laughing.Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop
You know the place
well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy
Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
Awww - Big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single morning
It was driving me crazy
I said to my mom
I said "Hey, mom, what's with all the sauerkraut?"
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU"
And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old
That's when I swore that someday
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
And the towels are oh so fluffy
Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long
And anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel
and all of them can carry enough gasoline to cover 1000 miles without stopping.
Some can manage twice that. Some can average 100 mph when there's no cops to worry about, too.
Think about what that means. No place in the lower 48 states. is out of reach of millions of people,
with just one night's ride and maybe one night's hike. You're not nearly as "remote" as you think you are.
Google also says 15-20 million bicycles are sold in the US EVERY YEAR. So there's 100 million of them around,
A lot of them are sized for little kids, of course, But the US, all 3200 miiles of it, has been crossed in 8 days on a
bicycle, by a number of people. With a gel seat cover, anyone can, in a week or 2, get hardened in to pedal 100 miles per night,
on relatively flat terrain. For $40 each, you can get solid rubber tires, so a flat is never an issue, either.
Millions of people can reach you in a week or 2 and they WILL be trying to do so, too, if shtf.
Wacka wacka doodoo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize
That's right, a first class one-way ticket to
Albuquerque
A lot of them are sized for little kids, of course,
But the US, all 3200 miiles of it, has been crossed in 8 days on a bicycle,
by a number of people. With a gel seat cover, anyone can, in a week or 2,
get hardened in to pedal 100 miles per night, on relatively flat terrain.
For $40 each, you can get solid rubber tires, so a flat is never an issue, either.
Millions of people can reach you in a week or 2 and they WILL be trying to do so, too, if shtf.
Oh yeah
You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before
And I gotta tell ya, it was really great
Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor
And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts
And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore
And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside
And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?
'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days
Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I arrived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn
Where the towels are oh so fluffy
And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna
It's OK, they're clean
Turns out this is just an excerpt from Wierd Al's
"Albuquerque"
I did 1000 miles in a day ONCE on a motorcycle. But it certainly wasn’t done without stopping. And after my last fuel stop, I could barely lift the bike off the kickstand.
His stream of consciousness was rather stagnant...This OP looks like it was cut and pasted at random from a stream of consciousness.