each to there own eh?Originally Posted by spudchucka
each to there own eh?Originally Posted by spudchucka
what a ride so far!!!!
ARGH!!!! Bad use of grammar, no punctuation and less sence than a drowned apple. Welcome though, but please keep text langauge to a NONE!!
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
Yes, but with a valuable contribution with their immortal words re. the yellow snow....Originally Posted by Motu
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
Good on ya Dannica ! . Have been to afew Mother's track days F--ken excellent day . Good to hear they are still going Strong !!Originally Posted by Dannica
SENSEI PERFORMANCE TUNING
" QUICKER THAN YOU SLOWER THAN ME "
THAT, Mr Motu would go right over the heads of most KBers, especially those under 50!!Originally Posted by Motu
Winding up drongos, foil hat wearers and over sensitive KBers for over 14,000 posts...........
" Life is not a rehearsal, it's as happy or miserable as you want to make it"
dont get cute young manOriginally Posted by Ixion
Second is the fastest loser
"It is better to have ridden & crashed than never to have ridden at all" by Bruce Bennett
DB is the new Porridge. Cause most of the mods must be sucking his cock ..... Or his giving them some oral help? How else can you explain it?
Originally Posted by Sniper
Please note the spelling mistakes!!!!
Please NOTE: If I offend you with any of my posts or comments, please remember that.
1. I do it on purpose
2. I dont give a shit
3. Tell some one who cares.
Have you heard of a spell checker, a dictionary?Originally Posted by Dannica
By change did you attend English courses at school?
Guess you use a cell phone and text a lot. That'll explain everything.
I'm sure cell phones are destroying our beautiful English language.
All the best for Mothers Motorcycle Club.
90% of the time spent writing this post was spent thinking of something witty to say. It may have been wasted.
I'm only 47Originally Posted by scumdog
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
O.K., so you're an old 47 eh?Originally Posted by MSTRS
Winding up drongos, foil hat wearers and over sensitive KBers for over 14,000 posts...........
" Life is not a rehearsal, it's as happy or miserable as you want to make it"
Spose at your age you can afford to be a cheeky prickOriginally Posted by scumdog
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
By Chance perhaps?Originally Posted by Flyingpony
Welcome to the site.
I'm pleased to hear that you've had positive experiences through your association with the Mothers Motorcycle Club.
Mine, however, are not.
In the 80s there used to be a pub called the Cafe de Paris in Palmerston North.
I played in a lock of hard rock bands from the mid 80s to mid 90s and whenever we played there the Mothers used to cause us the most unbelievable problems.
I'd like to say that they were overall nice people, and I'm sure some of them are, but in my experience the representatives of this gang I've had dealings with have been drunken violent inconsiderate arseholes.
Not to mention they cost me personally a lot of money due to scaring people away from pubs and damage to my musical equipment.
A totally different attitude to, for example, the Magogs in New Plymouth - who offered help and hospitality and treated touring rock bands with respect.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
In about 1978 I was flatting in Palmerston North in a house in Bourke Street that had previously been occupied by The Mothers' girlfriends. The Mothers themselves occupied a property just around the corner in Waldegrave Street. Things were not so liberal in those days.
Anyhoo, one frosty calm winter's night, our attention was captured by an explosion off in the distance somewhere. We were halfway through a "What the fuck was that?" conversation when there was this enormous bang and thump from a decidedly more proximate explosive event.
Venturing out into the night like startled day creatures, we ambled round the corner to note that the phonebox that had been a feature of the verge outside Chez Mothers, was no more. Wisps of smoke from the aftermath of the explosion hung motionless upon the still night air. Some members of the Mothers were out and about in their PJs looking decidely dazed, if not totally shocked.
So we invited ourselves in to make them cups of tea and await the arrival of the constabulary. Interesting to note that their entire living room was wallpapered with Mongrel Mob and Black Power patches... Respect.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Beware where the huskies go.
Don't eat that yellow snow.
Speed doesn't kill people.
Stupidity kills people.
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