l o n a r d o . c o m I am an old man living in Seattle. 
The real problem here is the owner – most American males have gradually morphed into mechanical metrosexuals, and run screaming whenever the hood is popped and sobbing uncontrollably whenever the CE light comes on.
Face it, the majority of guys today own “grooming products”, not torque wrenches.
Truth to power. I do not own a torque wrench.
My new home laptop.
My friend Jon is selling his house. He paid for a staging coMpany to come in after we painted and cleaned. Evidently they think Jon likes birds.
This is EXACTLY how I want to go, expect I need someone to drive the entire thing off a cliff (and jump to safety before it lands) while the sidecar is on fire.
The final ride.
Pat thinks I should try to find the guy I sold my Moto Guzzi Jackal to. It’s not a bad idea Castaldo. Not a bad idea.
Now it’s my turn for a new bike…
Brought it in for the 2-day 15,000k tune-up. Got a call a few hours later saying I have a bad cylinder that’s been leaking into the engine. Gonna cost $2500 when all is said and done.
So, I’ll take the opportunity to sell her and get something easier on the arms and better for our long rides.
We did have some fun times though…
They’re all yours, Rush.
I love this page.. Toxic waste porn.
I’m laying odds that the porn is 178gigs and Pat’s work/life/home stuff is the 321..
Computers really should be faster than this, now.
you can’t replace the dead, but you can go out and find someone to help repair the hole they left. here come’s vinny.
NICE
I’ve been working on a diorama at work.
Anything less than a 100 soldier scene is unacceptable Jon.
Dang, Pat and I saw the V7 regular version last weekend in PDX, but the cafe version of this bike (now sold only in Europe) I drool for.
I’ve been wanting a new car. Now I must wait 15 months.
