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Ah yes, the good old days of R5 Yammies. I cut my teeth riding TR2 and TR3 350's, had to keep two fingers ready at all times on the clutch lever waiting for the inevitable piston seizure. Those are good memories riding in the Brimaco series at St' Jovite ( Mt Tremblant ), Mosport, Sanair and Shubie !
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Yeah, kind of reminded me of one female I was assigned to train 40+ years ago when Fred Deeley (Yamaha) sponsored training on the weekends at the old Woodbine race track. ( The red scooter just reminded me of your bike, lol.)Originally posted by gdesmoLeave a comment:
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Oh damn you ! Was trying to forget my weekends teaching MC training for the Canada Safety council. Will have nightmares again for the next little while ! No balance, no brains, no coordination, yes fail ! Could count on a couple bikes going down every weekend and some of the guys were no better. The women at least listened, guys think they know it all. Shudder to think how many were hurt out on the road, but I'm sure we helped reduce the number by a fair bit. Was an instructor at Race Associates Canada East for 2 years and there were fewer accidents but some were pretty nasty. I personally have busted 38 bones so far on the track and feel it in my old age, but look forward to next spring and getting out on the track which I missed this year.Leave a comment:
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STRONG COFFEE
An Newfie woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask
his advice on reviving her husband's libido.
'What about trying Viagra?' asked the doctor.
'Not a chance', she said... 'He won't even take an
aspirin.'
'Not a problem,' replied the doctor. 'Give him an 'Newfie
Viagra'...
'What is Newfie Viagra?', she asked.
It's when you drop the Viagra tablet into his coffee. He
won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to
let me know how things went..'
It was a week later when she called the doctor, who
directly inquired as to her progress.
The poor dear exclaimed, 'Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah!
T'was horrid! Just terrible, doctor!'
'Really? What happened?' asked the doctor.
'Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee
and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped straight up,
with a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eye and with his
pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arms, he
sent me cups and saucers flying, ripped me clothes to
tatters and took me then and there passionately on the
tabletop! T'was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute
nightmare!'
'Why so terrible?' asked the doctor, 'Do you mean the sex
your husband provided wasn't good?'
'Freakin' jaysus, it was the best sex I've had in 25 years!
But sure as I'm sittin' here, I'll never be able to show
me face in Tim Horton’s again
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A Priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 35 years in the parish.
A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and to give a little speech at the dinner.
However, he was delayed, so the Priest decided to say his own few words while they waited: .... "I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when questioned by the police, was able to lie his way out of it. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss's wife, taken illegal drugs, and gave VD to his sister. I was appalled. But as the days went on I learned that my people were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of good and loving people."
Just as the Priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and gave his talk:
'I'll never forget the first day our parish Priest arrived,' said the politician.
'In fact, I had the honor of being the first person to go to him for confession.'
Moral of the story:
Never, Never, Never Be Late!Leave a comment:
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