So your 'New' Pet Peeve is because YOU didn't practice the 'SIX P'S"??Quote:
Originally Posted by ZipZop
Proper
Planning
Prevents
Piss
Poor
Performance
Just wondering
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So your 'New' Pet Peeve is because YOU didn't practice the 'SIX P'S"??Quote:
Originally Posted by ZipZop
Proper
Planning
Prevents
Piss
Poor
Performance
Just wondering
V.v.: being 6'6" it is quite frustrating living in a world that seems to be designed for people up to 6". Just a list of things too small for me: hotelbeds, sportscars, cllothes, always having to stoop when entering a room.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hirlau
I have come to hate buying new clothes. When I was younger it was very frustrating to be unable to find fashionable clothes in the right size. Always having to make do with what was available instead of what was fashionable. Now I am 56 and no longer care. When I find pants that fit I'll buy 2 or 3 at the same time.
By the way: urinals and toilets usually are a bit low making me sprinkle more than most men. If the loo is to low I usually sit down for a wee.
Yes, I can empathize!! I removed two large FBU blades from the general 2do herd so they wouldn't get lost. A W&B and a Greaves. That was two years back. Heart surgery, recovery, downsized, packed up, moved, still no trace of them.........Quote:
Originally Posted by ZipZop
Still seven boxes to go unpacking but I don't have much hope since I looked through everything after recovery.:boohoo:
~Richard
"Pre-owned" ought to be banned as a synonym for "used." Even someone with a single-digit IQ can smell the manure here. :thinking:
Here's a little bit from someone you and I are familiar with and doesn't like euphemisms/and he actually doesn't use any of the 'Seven Words You Can't Say On TV'Quote:
Originally Posted by Speedster
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSp8IyaKCs0
Just realized another pet peeve while driving. Those that drive 20 or 30 mph under the speed limit on 2 lane roads with double yellow when you can't pass them. But as soon as they get to a 4 lane highway and you go to pass them, they engage after-burners and you'd need a rocket sled to get passed them. Drives me crazy.
I remember in college there was a 15 mile 2 lane county road you had to take to get to my school off of the interstate. Invariably there would be some guy or gal driving 30 mph in the 55 mph zone all the way on that 2 lane double yellow line road for 15 miles until he/she got to the interstate. I'd be livid by this time and go to pass them and you'd see the black carbon shooting out of their exhaust as they floored it so you could not get past them.
My theory has always been that these people are frustraded parade leaders. They want to be leading the parade and can't abide anyone in front of them. When you can't pass them it's no problem, they want to lead slowly and parade you around so everyone can take a good look at you driving 20 mph under the speed limit. But on the interstate they have to go 15-20 mph OVER the speed limit so they can remain the parade leader!
:)
-Zip
@cudarunner -- There's no better way to drive home the lameness of euphemistic language than using Professor Carlin. Well put, Roy! :)
Bicyclists that want to SHARE the road but not the RESPONSIBILITY!
Motorcycle riders who take off from a stop sign/light and ride 1/2 a block with their feet not on the pegs....like they're going to just fall over!
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Originally Posted by AcesandEights
I couldn't agree more! :tu I take great pride on having my feet on the pegs before I move forward. Whenever I've gotten a different bike that's the first thing that I practice. The second is slow turnarounds in the street. I'd never done the third until I got my Harley and at Tc's advice I put a towel down and lowered the bike and practiced picking it up. Not as easy as it sounds. However the bike weighs about 700 lbs and it was well worth the practice.
This summer I'd gotten a motel room and went to get some eats when 3 guys on brand new Harleys started to pull into the motel. There was a slight rise to their parking lot and everyone of them 'walked' along with their bikes when they made the slow curve. I just shook my head--Rolex Riders For Sure! Little did they know that I got the last room/at least the last room that I could park my bike right outside the door.