Re: Where are the SuSE 9.2 Professional CD ISOs?

On Wed, 28 Dec 2005 22:32:26 -0700, Kevin Nathan wrote:


> When I got home, I called my friend at the Yamaha shop and told him
> what happened. They immediately measured all the throttle cables they
> had in stock and found about a third of them too short, like mine.
>
> The next spring, when I fired it up after not running all winter, I
> kept it on its center stand . . . ;-)

Now, ya got me on a roll. Between your cable story, and Vahis' " I will be
dragging knee" line. I've got another one. It's for both of you.

Back in 1963, I had a 1955 BSA Bantum Major, an old Shriner's parade bike,
complete with plexi windshield, siren, and fringed leather saddle bags. A
big rompin stompin whole 150 cc of low compression, savage fury, with a
top end of about 45 mph on the open road, or 55 mph, if I could catch a
draft behind a car.

It was summer session at the U of I (Illinois) and it actually was a great
bike for running between classes, which were spread out, all over campus.
One beautiful sunny day, as I'm heading to class, I look to my right,
while at an intersection with a short street, that goes one block east,
then curves and goes one block north, intersecting two main streets, and
used to make deliveries to some of the campus book shops on the single
block that it loops. At the end of the block, just off the center of the
curve, there stands the single most beautiful, blonde, young, goddess that
terminally "two-pecker'd-goat-horny" teen male as ever locked eyeballs on.
What's a guy to do?

You got it, IMPRESS THIS YOUNG HONEY, -- BIG TIME --. I do a quick
check-out of the terrain, note the rather tall concrete curb, with it's
sweeping curve, and the plan is formulated. The old "on the pegs, dragging
knee, ride the sweeping curb" trick should be just the thing. Right turn,
and the plan's in motion... but, the old inner "voice" says, "You can't
just roar down the road at her, you might scare her away. One must, for
proper effect, approach at normal speed, close to the curb, then at the
last moment, drop to the proper knee drag form, tilt the bike, crank the
throttle, lock the curb, and sweep that curve with grace and agility, all
inspiring in her, (the goddess) infinite awe, amazement, and admiration."
A truly "Great and Wonderful" plan.

In practice it goes like this;

Approaching at normal speed, about 25 mph, I reach the proper execution
point, speed up slightly, drop to knee drag position, while simultaneously
tilting the bike, and locking the curb, crank the throttle, whose cable
breaks, dig the peg solidly into the pavement, about which the bike pivots
strike the curb with the back wheel, (now horizontal) curb becomes fulcrum
point, momentum levers bike, Polack, ass, and applecart, upward, and
initiates the first public launching of a Polack from a university site.
Second stage separation occurs and the Polack is ejected from the saddle
of the twisting, tumbling ex-bike-now-missile, penetrates the windshield,
lacerating both arms and face, slams into the "Do Not Litter - Trash Here"
sign, which instigates cart-wheeling effect to heretofore "Unidentified
Flying Polack" who subsequently crashes to the lawn of the student union,
in a most spectacular manner, where he, now, "Rests in Pieces" all to the
awe, amazement, and wonder, of the beautiful blonde goddess. The bike
misses the "Do Not Litter - Trash Here" sign, but squarely tags the wire
basket trash container, which it points to, crushing it and throwing up a
cloud of trash, which settles all about, and upon, the aforementioned
crashed Polack, me.

The beautiful blonde goddess walks over to where I'm laying, and as I look
up into the most wondrously blue eyes I've ever see, she slowly shakes
her head side to side, raises her arms from the elbows, and claps three
times. Then, duly impressed, she turns, and walks away. I know, in my
heart, she'll always remember me... the dumbest damn-fool Polack that ever
straddled saddle. That's just not right; it's just NOT the way I planned
it.

--
imotgm
"Lost? Lost? I've never been lost... Been a tad confused for a
month or two, but never lost."


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