RickkciR

Last night /early this morning, we saw history in the making.    Donald Trump, won the Presidency.   The Senate and the House maintained Majority.   The Supreme Court has an opening, soon to be filled (correctly!) I’ve told many a person, Donald Trump was not my first... second... or... third choice early on.   He wasn’t on my radar. I didn’t even vote for him in the Primaries.   But, what other choice did we have?    Obama was elected 8 years ago, unqualified for the job.   After 4 years of OJT, he got a chance to give it another go.   Eight years later, we have a country more racially divided than I’ve ever seen in my adult life, and in a financial mess we may never as a nation recover from (upwards of 20 Trillion in debt and climbing). Hillary never should have been an option.   I’m not even talking about Benghazi and all the other messes she was involved in.   The Email Server Fiasco, was a big enough mess alone.   I’ve said it over and over … EVERYONE I know of, inc

Pssst.. lil secret. Everyone on two wheels isn't automatically my 'brother or sister' If one rides on a motorcycle, we've got something in common If we ride the same brand , we've got more in common If we belong to the same Association or Club, we've got more in common. But......Friendships and Brotherhood don't come automatically with the new bike key or membership card ... ..They've got to be built , then enjoyed and cherished.... I've got those Brothers out there .  Some ride with me.  Some wear the same Back Patch as me.  Some I've known for many years, outside of riding.   I love my Brothers.    They have my back .... I have theirs

In life we butt heads with people as we go along.  Sometimes for valid reasons, sometimes for idiotic reasons....  then as time passes on , we mend up, shake hands , give a few hugs.... move on in life.  Life is Short.. right? But .. sometimes... before the sparks flew, you maybe weren't on board 100%.  Saw some character flaws.  Disagreed with a few things.  But, hey .. life is short so we pressed on.  But, when/if the sparks fly, you sometimes put a magnifying glass on what you saw previously.   Or maybe you see one's true colors when things are at their worst.  Sometimes, the olive branch doesn't really matter because... there's nothing to move forward to .  You don't care. Olive Branch?  We'll just agree not to disagree publicly and ride along............

Infuckingcredible.  Got blocked from posting, because someone got their panties in a wad.  Fucking pussys.   Kicker is... all that is said here, is 100 percent true.

If I go tomorrow, I don’t want a “funeral”. I don’t want a ‘memorial’ in some stuffy room where they make a living on this stuff.         I want a celebration of my life, for good or bad.    Somewhere with character. When that day comes, someone needs to setup a temporary Open Bar and cater in some grub for the festivities.         But, before the craziness begins, let a Preacher (someone invite one please? A nice one that likes cold beers) say a few words.      I’ll be "upstairs" waiting for you, but a few of you may need saving to meet me there … js ;)        Then, if you must, speak your minds... Take a few turns.   Feel free to tell folks I pissed you off, frustrated you, and wore you out, whatever.       Hopefully there will be at least one good comment / story in the mix; you never know?   Guessing the more alcohol consumed, the more lies that will be told    In the meantime, lets live for today.   Let’s enjoy each day.   But when the day comes, and

Just stumbled across some of my rambling from 4 years ago.. .. thought I'd share :) " I'll jump in .... my Indian Story begins in '01, but if we didn't talk about life before, it wouldn't be complete? As I kid , never owned a bike. Wanted one, but apparently not bad enough to get one ( though in all fairness we moved around a lot).   I used to have dreams .. for years... that I was on a motorcycle.. and could never keep up with most others..  Every once in awhile i had to peddle the thing...   then it'd fire up and off I'd go... that dream happened all the time..for years.....  drove me nutz.   Interestingly, I'd never seen a movie or read anything on the earlier motorcycles operating this way ....  weirds me out a notch now thinking back about it.... ( twilight zone music in the background ) My first bike was an '82 Kawasaki 440 that my neighbor was selling . I'm 23 yrs old, In the military, getting divorced.. and that sucke

The political BS has worn me down the last several months ( bet my posts have worn you down? lol ) ..... I don't know who'll be on the Republican ticket anymore than you do .... BUT.. after seeing the stupidity coming out of California this week via protestors ( are they actually protestors? Or terrorists in some cases? Or , a bunch of scared illegals?) ..... it's reminded me why Donald J. Trump has done so well, and will get my vote if he's on the Republican ticket come November. Just watch a few videos of these morons flying the Mexican flag , protesting the Trump rally's. .. someone needs to do a green card check and bus 'em back. I'd bet $$$ if our government ( yes.. I'm laughing at this as I type it .. because.. it'd never happen ) actually did a check of IDs ( or in this case green cards? ) ..and enforced our own laws... you'd end up with a a few confused white idiots out on the streets and a lot of green/white/red

..............is simple. Starve yourself, go run yourself to death.  Done.  Now, it's not that simple, doing it correctly,  for a thousand reasons.  Mainly, losing weight needs to be a lifestyle change.   Otherwise, once you get where you are going, you'll most likely regain what you lost.. and probably more.  Fact.   Also, if you 'starve' yourself, the body has self defense mechanisms to try and store fat.  None the less.  Trust me.   You can starve yourself into a lighter you. But what is difficult is......... 1.  Gaining Muscle.   Gaining muscle takes months .. years.. to pack it on.  Everyone wants it.  Women, if they don't , should.  I'm not talking freaky muscle.  That's borderline impossible for anyone without the utilization of pharmaceuticals.  But, pure muscle, is pure beauty. We all want it.  You want it.  You just may not realize it 2.  Losing Weight without losing muscle.  Okay.. THIS , is the bitch .  This is what is difficult.  Losing

Awesome workout today... I think I've discovered something I've been doing 'wrong' for way too many years., Back in the day, I prided myself on my form with Squats and leg presses; narrow stance and deep. I eventually had to give up squats due to my lower back, and pushed hard with leg presses. I now realize my form , though 'excellent', is wrong for me. It forces my lower back off the machine's support area, and stresses it. Feels awesome on my legs, but taboo for my lower back. So I've widened out my stance and 'stop' when I hit that point where my back is about to 'lift' up. Now, this sounds obvious, but.. I have been doing it the old way for decades!!!! If feels more like a power-lifter style leg press, but, it's working and feels good! Back in '93 I had a complete rupture of my Achilles tendon. Ten years later, had a complete rupture of the other Achilles tendon. Sucks to be me. My calves have sucked, b

Back in my HS day, end of my Freshman year, I was jumped by two Samoan Seniors.  I lived in Hawaii, and this was "Haole Day" .  Basically, these racist POSs double teamed someone 40 lbs and three years younger, than either of them.   When it was over, I had a broken jaw in two places, dropped from 155 to 135, and ... was shook to the core.  My jaw was wired up for six weeks and I was on a liquid diet.  I was past lean.  I was friggn' skinny at 6'0.   That summer, I began working out, religiously and got back to 155 and  then put on twenty pounds of additional muscle before heading back to school for my Sophomore year.  Then, after a year of Akido and Kenpo Karate, I had found my mojo, my self esteem. I was back, and better than ever.  I found the gym and I loved it.  For the next twenty years, the gym was always on my mind.  Along the way, I got into a few low level amateur bodybuilding contests and found myself consumed with it all.  Worked out six days a week, two