[rpoz-29]

In my late teens and early twenties, I rode a bunch. Got married, had kids, sold bike. In my late thirties and early forties, I started riding again taking my sons with me. Sons go off to college, sold bikes. So the other day, my brother, (who races hare scrambles with his 2 youngest boys), finds a champagne deal on a Yamaha YZ250F. I bought it. Wife insists I'll kill myself because I'm now almost fifty-two, and my weight is well....about one pound/cc. So I bring this thing home and show my wife what a great deal it is. "Will it start?", Carol asks. "Sure" I kick down hard on the starter and twisted my right wrist somehow. I felt something snap or crack. (IMG:http://www.frrax.com/rrforum/style_emoticons/default/blink.gif) Honest to God, I thought I broke it. I managed a feeble victorious smile, shut it off and put it in the garage. My wrist is almost healed, but I've had a hard time convincing her that the ACE bandage, and the scent of Ben-Gay has nothing to do with that bike.

[Beach Cruiser]

Hey Bill,
So you bit the bullet on the Bike huh? Could have been worse, you could have hurt your arm starting the lawnmower or somethinig! Not to Hijack your post, but thanks again for working with me at the cone clinic last weekend, It payed off, I won my class yesterday at ODR SummerCross! Out ran that black vette that was in Richmond with us...
Mills