DA DA DA

I don't know if anyone remembers the song DA DA DA by the band Trio, but it is one of my favorites. I found this commercial on the internet that was played during the world cup soccer this summer. Anyway it is funny enjoy.

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  Need Scooter Therapy I hate to admit, but I haven't been riding my scooter the last few days. I have been lazy and taking the wife's car to work. It has been a bit cold, at least as far as Houston goes, Low in the Upper 30's Highs in the mid to high 60's. It just makes for cold fingers on the way to work. I guess I should invest in some real riding gloves. The winter gloves I use now don't work very well, especially at 50+ MPH.

Now, I've also been dabbling with my Riva 200. Currently the carburetor is off, and I started to clean it some more. I don't think the carb is all the trouble for this thing. I think I need to change the autochoke on the carb just for good measure those things go out quite often. The battery is also out, I was tired of recharging it each time I worked on it. So I have one of those portable/rechargable batteries that you can take camping to run your radio or whatever. When I worked on the Riva in the summer, I had it starting, just when I twisted the throttle the thing died. That's why I decided to clean the carburetor again. When I pulled it apart it didn't seem too bad. My boss suggested that I take a hypodermic needle to poke it into the jets and really clean them out, I did that and will see how it goes. One last item, I still haven't been able to remove one of the exhaust bolts. The crazy thing won't even budge. I guess I'll just keep trying until it breaks off, I'm already going to replace the bolt I pulled out, in my opinion it had too much rust on it to be salvageable.

So tomorrow morning I'll ride by Bajaj and just weather the elements. Its just weird, its cold in the mornings so I have to wear my leather jacket. But the afternoons are too hot for leather, but I think I can suffer. Until next time.  ¶ 5:47 PM 1 comments

  My A to Z A is for Age - 34
B is for Booze –vodka martini with a twist of lemon
C is for Career – Electronics technician in the oilpatch.
D is for Dad’s name - Ronald
E is for Essential items to bring to a party - my spouse
F is for Favorite article of clothing- Overalls
G is for Goof off thing to do - Ride my scooter
H is for Hometown - Houston
I is for Instrument you play – Gitfiddle, voice
J is for Jam or Jelly you like - strawberry jam
K is for Kids – one
L is for Living arrangement – married 15 years
M is for Music I like – Texas Tornadoes, Polka
N is for Name of your first pet - My Guy
O is for overnight hospital stays – One hernia operation when I was three.
P is for Phobias – aeroacrophobia
Q is for Quote you like - When intellect fails, strength prevails-Bane Ulrichsson
R is for Reason for blogging – Because I can
S is for Siblings – Two older brothers
T is for Texas , Ever been? Born there, done that
U is for Unique trait – I have a unique blonde streak in my hair, I am naturally cool
V if for Vegetable you love - Black Eyed Peas
W is for Worst traits –I have too many blonde moments
X is for X-Rays you’ve had – None, as far as I know
Y is for Yummy food you make – Fried Chicken, Chicken Fried Steak, Muffin-Muffins
Z is for Zodiac sign – Cancer  ¶ 8:55 PM 2 comments

  Poetry Time There once was a man who liked scooters
And girls with very large hooters
He wrecked on the street
And broke both his feet
And now he just crashed his computers  ¶ 12:32 AM 6 comments

  Rain and Me; Love and Hate I love the rain, how it gently falls from the sky,
and it waters the grass, and makes children wonder,Why?
It washes our rivers, and cleans the air
It feels good in the summer dripping from your hair
Its just perfect in evenings when trying to sleep
Listening to rain is better than counting the sheep.

But I hate the rain when I come home from work,
On my two wheeled scooter , surrounded by cars driven by jerks,
It makes the road slippery, and out of control,
The oils bubble up, like grease in a bowl.
I hate the rain when trying go get home,
I'm surprised I ever make it in one piece.

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  Scooter Therapy Sometimes I just gotta have it, Scooter Therapy. I have been taking the car to work this week because Monday (June 26 2005) I got a royal soaking on the way home. Five o'clock came around and there was a torrential downpour over my office, and the poor scooter was out in the middle of it including helmet and gloves. So I finally said to myself I just have to get out there and ride home in the rain. About 1/5th the way home the rain stopped but the soaking had been done.

The last couple of days I haven't been wanting to brave our unpredictable summer weather on the scooter, besides when the afternoon temps are in the mid 90's its just so damn hot to ride anyway. So this evening I just had to have some scooter therapy. I went and gassed it up for my commute in the morning. It was a pleasant ride with no real traffic problems. I am just amazed at how easy it is riding a scooter in Houston. I think Houston is just a great scootering town. You can ride year round. In fact the worst time to ride is in the summer with the terrible heat, but the winters around here are not so unpleasant. With a full faced helmet and about 3 layers of clothes winter riding is cold, but not harsh.

My little mini ride was good this evening. I just had to have some scooter therapy.  ¶ 6:58 PM 8 comments

  Ugh! Two wheeled vehicles can be a lot of fun to ride to work on. The Texas temperatures have been almost unbearable for a non-air conditioned mode of transport. As long as the traffic is moving I am fine with the heat. But what is worst than the heat is when you are cruising along and all of a sudden you notice the exhaust note changes from a cool baritone, to an ever so tricky bass. This very thing happened to me yesterday on my way home from work. I was cruising about 55mph and the exhaust notes changed and my first thought was "Oh Shit!! What did I break now!" So I pulled over at the nearest stopping point, which was a municipal driveway for a floodwater pumping station. I got off of the scooter and started giving it the once over. The first thing I did was check for oil on the ground, you never know when you are going to lose all your oil in a catastrophic failure. The next thing I did was check the battery and it was still there. From the battery I looked down at my exhaust pipe, and there it was, or wasn't. I noticed that my aftermarket pipe was missing the canister at the end. So I started hoofing it back up the road to find my trash. As I was walking a nice frenchman from my work stopped to check and see if everything was alright, and it was. I noticed about another hundred yards up the road was the culprit canister, so I went and picked it up, walked back to the scooter and continued my commute with just the straight pipe on the Bajaj. I didn't want to push the scooter too hard because I didn't know, if anything, what would happen. Would the engine blow apart? Would my tires burn off? Would the world come to an end? I don't know. About 9:30pm I went out to the garage and worked on my baby. Luckily I had the forsight to keep the old exhaust in case of these kinds of emergencies, it was in a pile slated for the trash can. After installing it, I fired up the old scoot and nary a sound was heard from the exhaust. I had grown accustomed to the growl of the amplified exhaust note. But then again a quiet scoot does have its charms.  ¶ 8:43 PM 1 comments