From: brucer@drutx.ATT.COM (RobinsonB)
Newsgroups: rec.motorcycles
Subject: Re: Deer Claims Another; Thoughts
Summary: half-century is not old
Date: 24 Jul 92 16:37:03 GMT
Organization: AT&T, Denver, CO

In article <1992Jul24.040844.4643@javelin.sim.es.com>, blgardne@javelin.sim.es.com (Dances With Bikers) writes:
+ tjreynol@zephyr.cair.du.edu (The Jumpin Dude) writes:
+ >>In article 18546@drutx.ATT.COM, brucer@drutx.ATT.COM (RobinsonB) writes:
+ 
+ >>>	Have you ever noticed that posters whose paths contain ".edu" often say
+ >>>	such *stupid* things???
+ 
+ >you must be the wanker that posts this question every year 
+ >to every group i read.
+ 
+ Don't you just love it when the newbies take on one of the eldest of the
+ elders? Kinda reminds you of the good old days, doesn't it? Anyone wanna
+ throw a Pasternak or a Barber on the grill for old times sake? :-)
+ -- 
+ Blaine Gardner @ Evans & Sutherland        580 Arapeen Drive, SLC, Utah 84108

	Blaine, "eldest of the elders"?  I'm sorry now that I told you
	my age at the "Feed".  Oh well, I guess the secret is now out,
	thanks to you and Chuck "Bland" Rogers.  I am an old fart, I love
	baiting the new guys, I even get off on provoking the older Dod'ers
	(Pasker never falls for it, but "Audacious" Ed is still bleeding from
	the hook in his lip).  I revel in anarchy (revealed to a certain extent
	in the nature of the DoD), I love Harleys, women (especially Laurie),
	and good wine.  I haven't ridden a motorcycle in nearly a year, so I
	probably am, as Chuck so kindly insinuated, "backed up".  And I have
	a mild and good-natured aversion to crotch-rockets, not because of
	what they are, but because of the frog-fucking attitude they seem to
	engender in butt-headed teenagers (and teen wannabes) that ride them.

	((For example, last night on the way home from work, a squidly motohead
	flashed by me on the road, weaving in and out of traffic, never really
	doing anything dangerous or illegal (except for exceeding the speed limit,
	a behaviour I practise myself).  This biker was generally travelling about
	half-again the speed of the prevailing flow, which was a bit dense
	but roughly speed-limit.  How many of the thirty cars this biker passed
	were thinking "what a jerk" I don't know, but I remember thinking
	"there's a black eye for motorcycling."  Two miles later, I pulled up
	to a stop light next to this frogger (his banzai tactics having achieved
	zero in the way of winning the "Commute 500") and he turned out to be,
	not a butt-headed teenager, but one of the DoD's "eldest of the elders"
	himself, who shall remain nameless forever more, but who I know to be
	an otherwise sedate and blandly conservative individual.:-))

	Are you out there lurking, "Huevos"?  I haven't had as good a hook-
	in-the-lip good time as when you were regularly posting.  I have a mixed
	drink I call the "Tom and Henry."  The exact chemistry of this drink is
	secret, but jalapen~os and kickapoo-joy-juice are among the ingredients.

	I'm sick and tired of the prevailing notion that life is simple, that
	there is only one right way to think about a thing.  Ron's posting about
	helping the crashed biker was broad and well thought-out.  It indicated
	an attitude of concern for and a sincere willingness to help a fellow biker
	and human being in danger; Ron talked of the need for better equipment
	so that the next time, if there is one, he would be better prepared to
	provide aid safely; then he described his emotions, including anger,
	about people who thoughtlessly involve others in their tragedies.
	The politically correct flames that followed illustrate this knee-jerk
	mentality that burns me.  If a tree is cut down by the lumber industry,
	if a town organizes a prairie-dog hunt, if the forest service licenses
	bear hunting, if the Japanese kill a whale, it is socially unacceptable
	to allow any thought but outrage to enter your head; if a child is killed
	by a handgun accident, we must all deplore the NRA; if a person buys
	a Volvo they're a yuppie; if a fellow motorcyclist owns a Harley,
	he's biker scum; if a person is injured in an accident, it is
	a crime to feel anything but simpering compassion.

	Is this need for "politically correct" behaviour a symptom of the computer
	revolution, where our minds become as machine-like as our tools?  Is it
	because of the prevalence of the Japanese influence in our lives that
	our culture is beginning to emulate theirs, where every thought and
	action is designed to supress individuality and enhance the welfare
	of the whole?  Or are we just too damn tired, trying to make it in a
	more and more competitive world, to expend the energy required to think,
	and so we eagerly adopt any rule that promises to relieve us of that
	responsibility?

	Live free, and fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.


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     ^ .................. brucer "demigod of the DoD's" (DoD #0002)
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