• Chesshirecat
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      • In response to: "Who are you?" I'm a biker...I'm a woman...and who the hell cares really? Let's just ride.
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    • Would I Survive No Internet for a Whole Month? {{{{{SHUDDER}}}}}

      • Over the years, I've come to figure..."STUFF IS STUFF, IF I CAN'T HAUL IT ON MY MOTORCYCLE, I DON'T NEED IT." I don't always need stuff...I do always need people to love me.


        Gypsy Joker Protest Run

        Could I live without internet for a month? Yes, I've done it. Specifically, in 2005, from June 5th to Dec. 5th, 2005. Six months I went without the internet. I left Florida the morning of the 5th on my motorcycle. I had intentions of arriving in California after a few minor and short detours.

        Riding north into Georgia, I stopped at a small town north of Atlanta. I interviewed a bike builder for the magazine Hot Bike. I took pictures, and wrote my notes, with every intention of writing the story once I arrived in California. Well I guess I actually did, I wrote two stories that trip, the Atlanta story wasn't used. Oh well. After that, I left the hotel I was living in, bought a tent and moved to the mountains of California. I lived in my tent for a week, then met a guy, who lined me up with a room at his friend's house. There was a computer at Billy's house, but he was a musician, and when he was home, he was on his computer mixing his recorded music. I worked at Glendale Harley Davidson. It was a 75 mile drive one way for me. So I didn't get the computer. It actually suited me just fine. Except it set me back a few years in my writing career. I was in love. I was stupid, but I was happy for a few months.

        December of 2005. I drove my motorcycle back east. Stopping in Alabama, I found a job at an engine building shop. I'm a rolling stone, and if it don't fit on my motorcycle...I sure don't need it. That includes the internet.

      • answered by Chesshirecat on 07/20/2010
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    • My Weirdest Pet Peeve

      • Nothing is more annoying to me than the over use of "AWESOME"


        Angry Face

        It's not "WEIRD". In fact, it's the one peeve that grates on my nerves worse than anything else people can do around me.

        Use the word AWESOME to describe something. Before the word became a favorite SLANG, it actually held meaning. It meant something you were describing inspired AWE. The dictionary says this about the word "AWE":
        –noun
        1.
        an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, fear, etc., produced by that which is grand, sublime, extremely powerful, or the like: in awe of god; in awe of great political figures.
        2.
        Archaic . power to inspire fear or reverence.
        3.
        Obsolete . fear or dread.

        When was the last time one of your kids used the word "awesome" to describe a great experience they had...only leaving you to wonder "Just what does this kid mean when he/she says "awesome"? Because you know they didn't have an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, fear etc. that was produced by something grand, subline, extremely powerful....you know they don't mean they had a godly experience... to them, awesome just means it made them smile with joy over the fun time they had. Nothing more.

        So, why can't we demand of the people around us to get off their lazy asses and use words describing their experiences or admiration of an object with words that will actually produce an image of true excitement or profound love of the object or experience they want us to "see" in our own hearts? Awesome don't do it for me anymore. Because I know the people using the word aren't really thinking about a proper description, they are simply mimicking like parrots words that make them "sound" profound.

        That's it, I'm off my soap box now.

      • answered by Chesshirecat on 07/19/2010
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    • The Alaskan Fuzz-The Great Chase of Stankfish... (oh Santa, how low you go!)

      • The legends of Alaska are stories that cause most to shudder...


        Greg and Rollie slowed their patrol snow mobiles until they pulled alongside the strange contraption powered by a BMW motorcycle engine. It's tracks ran similar to a triangle. Strange indeed to the eyes of the two State Patrol officers.

        Greg shouts over the noise of the un-muffled engine. "Sir! Hey you! Shut that thing down!" The owner of the machine looked left, then looked right at the officers flanking him. With a twist of the wrist, the modified Sportster shot ahead, showering the two officers in clumps of snow and a fog of exhaust.

        Greg and Rollie looked at each other, winked and the chase was on! Both twist the throttles of their machines, only to have each one bog down, then stop in their tracks. Rollie can't believe it. "Son of bitch! What's going on here?" Slamming his fists against the windshield causing the plexi-glass to crack then break all together.
        Greg: "What the hell happened here, Rollie?"
        Rollie: "How the hell would I know? I think we were sabotaged!"
        Greg: "Sabotaged? You ass wipe, is that all you can say? Who would of done that? How would they have known we would be chasing ole Fishstank today? He's so wily, no one ever knows when they will see that freak of nature!"

        Just then Ole Fishstank blows by them again. His pants down, ass in the air mooning the officers as he showers them once more in snow. You could hear him exclaim: "Merry Christmas to all...and to all a good night!"

        Rollie and Greg simply stood beside their machines sputtering snow from their mouths and faces.... both of them with fists in the air shouting after the big man in the red suit "Damn you, Fishstank!..."

        You think Santa has an alias when he's not hollering at his elves and reindeer? Guess everyone needs to break out once in a while and sow his wild seeds.... see ya over the skies of Tennessee, Santa...in about five months!

      • answered by Chesshirecat on 07/17/2010
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    • The World Would Be a Better Place If...

      • As I thought on this question, it came to me: Most people are rude, lazy, obnoxious, thieving, and deceptive because their parents never taught them with examples or with hands on guidance how to be anything other. Strict parenting and continual pushing toward education is the key. (And education to the parents on how to be responsible, caring adults.)


        Rawr Face loves Scene Kid

        HUH? These are pipe dreams. I'm not looking to change the world. All that is necessary is that parents learn how to raise kids. Taking time to be there for your kid all through his growing up years...even as YOUNG TEENS.... means your children understand someone is always watching them. Young people need rules, boundaries and limitations. (Yeah I stole it from Ceaser Millan). They like being able to say they can't do something they know is absolutely wrong or dangerous, because their Mom and Dad said no. It's easier to put the bad guy image on Mom and Dad...rather than to say, "No, I don't want to do that...I have other plans for myself." Who wants to appear to be "UN-Cool"?

        Teaching kids to be polite, to think of others as they start to perform an act, to think of THEMSELVES as individuals working within a unit (family, friends and community), conditioning themselves for working within the community and corporate expectations. Parents need to get off the welfare teat, get educated, and be examples of good work ethics and values. Parents need to know the feeling of earning their way through life on their own, the pride of ownership gained from working within the accepted boundaries and laws of fine citizenship. Living the good life isn't easy, but it's one hell of a superior feeling of accomplishment and pride, proving you’re capable of raising good kids, providing a stable living environment for them, and contributing to the welfare of your family and community, rather than always looking over your shoulder for the next jerk-off who wants to kill ya.

        I realize there are no easy or quick fixes for what's wrong in our communities today...but there has to be a way to earn societies help and respect.

      • answered by Chesshirecat on 07/16/2010
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    • Overheard At My Own Funeral....don't think so...

      • Never would I want to be a fly on a wall.... being dead means.... being dead. Having lived a life of small regrets is the best I can expect ... how about you?


        dead fly

        I don't want to hear what people are saying about me once I'm dead. Those kinds of activities will be gone from me... I don't really care what people say once I'm gone...nothing to be done about then, is there?

        It's all about how you live your life now. It's all about how YOU think of yourself! If you believe the life your living is worthy of respect from your family and friends... you don't have to think about how you'll be remembered when your lying in your coffin or grave.

      • answered by Chesshirecat on 07/15/2010
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