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I feel like I'm in Blazing Saddles...

Picture the scene in the movie with the Governor responding to the question...Do I dare say...Dare, Dare....


I keep going back and looking at a mid-life type of "I'm going to catch hell" kind of dilemma.

I have found a street rod type of 1963 BMW R69 bike. It has a custom front suspension with a Norton wind screen, Ducati fuel tank and period style saddle bags. The paint is black with red fogged into the tank around the leg rest. The frame is painted red to match the fogged in color on the tank and fenders. The engine is from a later model BMW 1000cc bike with custom built stainless steel spoke wheels. I'm to scared to even take pictures of it as DW has been a good sport listening to me talk about it. But, I do believe that if I start bringing home pictures of it I just might find myself sleeping with the worm in a bin.

I don't really think I need or even want the bike. It really is pretty and needs a good home. I just am at that point when I think I should have a mid-life thing and I would rather plan it out so that I don't waste it on something completely stupid like fur implants or such.

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Travel said…
Talk Mr Squirel into buying it, then you don't have to worry about composting, and you can visit and play with it. Stay away from the fur implants, sewing machine hair looks silly.

DG
6:58 AM
WickedHamster said…
Yeah, I know what yo mean! I conquered Scotland for my mid-life crisis. Yet somehow I still be a bit unfulfilled... Tricky business that. You're still young enough to postpone a few years. Save up and have a crisis with a Mini.
7:53 AM
Me said…
My eyes glazed over all those details in the 2nd paragraph but the answer is simple.

What does the wife say?
3:03 PM
Anonymous said…
If you take the 5th wheel, ski rack, cargo carriers, brake controllers and counter mats out of my garage, I may have a home for it right next to the kegarator.
12:03 AM
Kelsgarden said…
yeah, I drove bythe other day and was going to stop in and buy you that bike. . . but they were closed, or I forgot hte checkbook, or we needed groceries and more garden crap or something

no, really - seriously drove by an thought about it
12:24 AM
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