Mitakuye Oyasin — we are all related…
I wonder who…
Could it be Hugh Lavender – J J – John?… hmmm – one of those guys – for sure – one never knows for sure who he is from day to day. Well HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! – who ever you are in this moment -
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 
When ever your down and out lift up your head and shout -
aw pffft! 
however – tomorrow…get out of my kitchen – there is not enough room for more than one person – and I AM COOKING!!!
Thanksgiving can be anyday – I am doing a big 7.5 pound chicken [roasting] – 7 cheese mac and cheese w/onion and peas – Yams – Spinach – carrots – pumpkin pie w/soy dream mocha-fudge ice cream.
Lucky me – I have friends who like my cooking – yahoo – I am testing out every recipe that is going into my cook-book that I will publish myself next year – most proceeds will be going to ‘Habitat for Humanity’ and Esperanza’s Shelter for Battered Families’. So I’ll be cooking and testing all the recipes that are sent to me – and my friends will be helping as my official testers – have yet to tell them but… 
A comfortable place to live – food to eat – not being broke – good silly friends who are just there and don’t expect me to be anything but ME – friends who keep their word – friends who allow me to vent without trying to fix me – friends who just ARE…
Thanks to you ALL – I do love ya’ll warts and all…
Be safe and Take good care.
T.Y.G.S.
Looking for someone to run with? …Maybe when it’s not so cold – !!!
TOBY…Best Buddy and Owner of Randy…
More cold to come I am so sure…
What are you doing on Thanksgiving? Mainly as it stand I’ll be trying to stay warm…and COOKING for myself and friends. Making videos…
Praying for peace…
Yes Willie – is on the road again. This time with a bio-diesel fuel made from vegetable oil. Even the U.S. government is buying it…
Will post more later…
For more info click Willie’s on my links to the right side of page…
Hey – Sophie – wanna play let’s see the humans run?…
…and friends. Vacation almost over…
The Big Bird is having a root canal – lets all say – ahhh! for him…aaaahhhh!
It will soon be in the past…
Pinnacle Of Lust And Spinal Traction
Gabriel Richard – A California Dreamer
So there’s different kinds of wheel chatter. There’s rear-wheel chatter, when you brake really hard to the point where the rear wheel locks up over the bumps it hits and skids over the top of them due to the tension on the wheel keeping the suspension from otherwise doing it’s job of gliding up and down upon the differentiations in the tarmac’s surface. Hitting the rear brake hard on bumps before a corner will often result in rear-wheel chatter.
Then, there’s front-wheel chatter. It’s a similar phenomenon. Only when it happens to your front wheel, you know you are REALLY going into a corner HOT. Because you have no choice but to slam the front brake (where most of the braking is done) past the point of protest, to where it is literally skipping across the pavement irregularities as it tries in mock-vein to release traction altogether 10 times a second. But traction resumes. Continuously. To the point that one can actually ride a bike under such conditions with a manner of control that should be illegal. Actually, it is.
THEN there is both front and rear-wheel chatter, whereupon both front and rear wheels are simultaneously locked in a radical fusion of traction and harmony. Both wheels are skipping and chattering along violently but also serenely, as if there were a song they were attempting to disembowel from the very heart of your happy vehicle.
A dual-end silent screech, initiating itself into your consciousness from the wheels up and into the handlebars, theoretically into the cerebrum. But the brain has no use for the information. Not on a conscious level. Consciously, the brain has already lived this moment. It has been digested and has now locked focus on the road, 2 corners later. There is not time for thought. This is the world of being. Not of now, but of never. There is no now. There is no nothing. There is harmony to the degree to which there are no words. At that point we thrust ourselves into:
Trail-braking. Trail-braking is when a rider keeps the brakes on (for one reason or another) far after the apex of the corner (and turn-in of the motorcycle) have initiated. Specifically, the front brake. Trail braking keeps weight on the front wheel far longer than would otherwise be the case. If you hit a corner too hot, and are lucky enough to have the Gods on your side, you can sometimes make trail braking work for you on public roadways. On the racecourse it is somewhat status-quo.
You can also leave some rear-wheel trail-braking for after a turn-in has been initiated. Doing this just adds to the fun. Let us imagine a bike coming up really, really hot upon a corner. Perhaps of the right-hand nature. Let us further suppose that the rider is braking hard. To the point where the rear wheel locks up. Almost. But careful modulation keeps things in check. That being the case, the speed is still high. So the front wheel also protests a bit. We now have dual-wheel chatter.
But no matter, because we have already seen through this point. We already have experienced the fact that both wheels are locking and un-locking a little bit violently as they seek a common point of traction. Common yet elusive. As the traction seems to manifest, said bike’s handlebars are thrust leeward. That pushes the bike to the right (see theory of counter-steering).
Regardless, something neat is happening. Both tires are now sliding along a plane that, heretofore, only the gophers, ground squirrels and lizards had common access. It’s all sideways now. Yummy.
Chattering front and chattering rear. Both gain and re-gain hold as they make their mass known every way they know how.
How is the word.
How much of this information is relayed into the brain of the rider? How much does the rider care about what is happening at this moment? Hopefully not much. The rider concentrates on what is to come. That which is happening is already in the past. So that brings us to…what? Oh yes. Slamming a bike going really, really fast, into a corner, having left braking until far past the moment of sensibility.
Chatter-chatter, me-protestus-un-poco-yoink and we have just peeled out of a hell of a nifty 15-MPH corner. Do that over and again for one solid, hell-caked hour. I can’t, but I bet you can taste it. Wanna race?
© G.Richard – 2005
Across the finish line comes Doc – winning his 1st 5K of the year – won because he chose the the right road. The fact that he is good may have something to do with it – too. Go – Doc – Go…!
Yahoo…!
He is running and I – well – I am vegging trying to take naps and stay warm with the howling north wind blowing away outside – LOVE this weather!
