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I just received a call that a friend of mine who sang in the David Ivy Band here in Kentucky passed away this morning.  Marsha had an awesome voice.........her suffering is over and ours has just begun.........will miss you Marsha!

Thoughts and prayers are with her family and friends!

Love always,

Debbie

WOMEN OVER 40! This is great!
Body: This is for all you girls 40 years and over.... and for those who are
turning 40, and for those who are scared of moving into their 50's...AND
60's....and for guys who are scared of girls over 40!!!!

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 40 most of all. Here are
just a few reasons why:

A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,
"What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.

If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit
around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's
usually something more interesting.

A woman over 40 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is,
what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 40
give a hoot what you might think about her or what she's doing.

Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you
at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if
you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can
get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what
it's like to be unappreciated. A woman over 40 has the self-assurance to
introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will
often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with
other women. Women over 40 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her
friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a
woman over 40. They always know.

A woman over 40 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true
of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is
far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you
are a jerk if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder
where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately,
it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman
of 40+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of
himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize.

For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk
for free", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against
marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire
pig, just to get a little sausage. I FUCKING LOVE IT!!

For the fast and furious out there! This site list the common speed traps throughout North America. The SpeedTrap Exchange is a site where visitors can post what they believe are speedtraps. The National Motorists Association cannot attest to the validity of these listings. They are individual postings from private individuals who believe a speed trap is in effect in these locations.

http://www.speedtrap.org/speedtraps/stetlist.asp

was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver, who cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing the driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.

I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what could be a very critical decision.  I've suspected for sometime now that my wife has been cheating on me.

 The ususal signs.....phone rings but if I answer they hang up.  She has been going out with the girls alot although when I ask their names she always says, "just some friends from work you don't know any of them."

I always stay awake to look out for her taxi coming home but she always walks down the drive.  Although I can hear a car driving off as if she had gotten out of the car around the corner.  Why?  Maybe she wasn't in a taxi?  I once picked up her cell phone just to see what time it was and she went berserk and screamed that I shouldn't of ever touched her phone and to never do it again!

Anyways, I have never approached the subject with my wife.  I think deep down I just don't want to know the truth.  But last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.  I decided I was going go park my Harley next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a view of the whole street when she came home.  It was at that moment, crouching behind my Harley that I noticed that the value covers on my engine seemed to be leaking alittle oil.

 Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the dealer?

 

Thanks,

 

Bob

 

 

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Maybe . . .
we were supposed to meet the wrong people
before
meeting the right one
so that,
when we finally meet the right person,
we will know
how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe . . .
when the door of happiness closes,
another opens;
but, often times,
we look so long at the closed door
that we don't even see
the new one
which has been opened for us.

Maybe . . .
it is true that we don't know
what we have until we lose it,
so we should take more time
to appreciate it while it's ours.

Maybe . . .
the happiest of people
don't necessarily have
the best of everything;
they just make the most
of everything that
comes along their way.

Maybe . . .
the brightest future
will always be based
on a forgotten past;
after all,
you can't go on
successfully in life
until you let go
of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.

Maybe . . .
you should dream
what you want to dream;
go where you
want to go,
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance
to do all the things
you dream of,
and want to do.

Maybe . . .
there are moments in life
when you miss someone --
a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child
-- so much that you just want to
pick them from your dreams
and hug them for real,
so that once they are around you
appreciate them more.

Maybe . . .
the best kind of friend is the kind
you can sit on a porch and swing with,
never say a word,
and then walk away feeling like
it was the best conversation
you've ever had.

Maybe . .
you should always try to put yourself
in others' shoes.
If you feel
that something could hurt you,
it probably will hurt
the other person, too.

Maybe . .
you should do something nice
for someone every single day,
even if it is simply
to leave them alone.

Maybe . .
giving someone all your love
is never an assurance
that they will love you back.
Don't expect love in return;
just wait for it to grow in their heart;
but, if it doesn't,
be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe . . .
happiness waits for all those who cry,
all those who hurt,
all those who have searched,
and all those who have tried,
for only they can appreciate
the importance of all the people
who have touched their lives.

Maybe . . .
you shouldn't go for looks;
they can deceive;
don't go for wealth;
even that fades away.
Go for someone
who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile
to make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one
that makes your heart smile.

Maybe . .
you should hope
for enough happiness
to make you sweet,
enough trials
to make you strong,
enough sorrow
to keep you human,
and enough hope
to make you happy.

Definitely...
I will send this message
to those people
who mean something to me,
to those who have touched my life,
to those who can and do
make me smile when I really need it,
to those who make me see
the brighter side of things
when I am really down,
and to all those
whom I want to know
that I appreciate them
and their friendship

Body: FRIENDS: Never ask for food
BIKER FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FRIENDS: Will say "hello"
BIKER FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.

FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
BIKER FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BIKER FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
BIKER FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing and just
being together.

FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
BIKER FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.

FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
BIKER FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
BIKER FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' butt that left you.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
BIKER FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"

FRIENDS: Are for a while.
BIKER FRIENDS: Are for life.

Lessons from a Biker

       Four wheels move the body. Two    
wheels move the soul.     Life may begin at 30, but it doesn't get real
interesting until about 60 mph!     If you wait, all that happens is
that you get older.     Midnight bugs taste just as bad as Noon time
bugs.     Saddlebags can never hold  everything you want, but they CAN
hold everything you need.        It takes more love to share the saddle
than it does to share the bed.     The only good view of a thunderstorm
is in your rearview mirror.     Never be afraid to slow down.     Don't
ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise.    
Sometimes it takes a whole tankful of fuel before you can think
straight.     Riding faster than everyone else only guarantees you'll
ride alone.     Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at
the edge of town.     Never do less than forty miles  before
breakfast.     If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.     A
bike on the road is worth two in the shed.     Respect the person who
has seen the dark side of motorcycling and lived.     Young riders pick
a destination and go... Old riders pick a direction and go.     A good
mechanic will let you watch without charging you for it.     Sometimes
the fastest way to get there is to stop for the night.     Always back
your bike into the curb, and sit where you can see it.     Work to ride
& ride to work.     Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.    
Two-lane blacktop isn't a highway - it's an attitude.     When you look
down the road, it seems to never end - but you better believe, It
does!        Winter is Nature's way of telling you to polish your
bike.     Keep your bike in good repair:     Motorcycle boots are NOT
comfortable for walking.     People are like Motorcycles:  each is
customized a bit differently.     Sometimes, the best communication
happens when you're on separate bikes.        Good coffee should be
indistinguishable from 50 weight motor oil.     The best alarm clock is
sunshine on Chrome.     When you're riding lead, don't spit.     A
friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2 am to drive his pickup to
the middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down.     Catching
a yellow jacket in your shirt @ 70 mph can double your vocabulary.    
If you want to get somewhere before sundown, you can't stop at every
tavern.     There's something ugly about a New bike on a trailer.    
Don't lead the pack if you don't know where you're going.     Practice
wrenching on your own bike.     Everyone crashes. Some get back on.
Some don't. Some can't.     Don't argue with an 18-wheeler.     Never
be ashamed to unlearn an old habit.     A good long ride can clear your
mind, restore your faith, and use up a lot of fuel.    If you can't get
it going with bungee cords and electrician's tape, it's serious.     If
you ride like there's no tomorrow, there won't be.     Bikes parked out
front mean good chicken-fried steak inside.     There are drunk riders.
There are old riders. There are NO old, drunk riders.     Thin leather
looks good in the bar, but it won't save your butt from "road rash" if
you go down.     The best modifications cannot be seen from the
outside.     Always replace the cheapest     parts first.     You can
forget what you do for a living when your knees are in the breeze.    
Patience is the ability to keep your motor idling.     Only a Biker
knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.     Keep the paint
up, and the rubber down!     There are two types of people in this
world, people who ride motorcycles and people who wish they could ride
motorcycles.

 

Bikers In Black ........


Some think bikers are mean
Some dressed in leathers and others in jeans

You don't like our patches or the clothes that we wear
You hate our bandannas and you hate our long hair

You don't like our scooters and our loud noisy pipes
You think we're not loyal to the stars and stripes

You don't like our patches that are worn on our vests
You think we're so different from all the rest

But the truth is, Mister, we're kind of alike
You drive a car and I ride a bike

You have no tattoos painted on your arm
But we fought side by side over in Nam

So the next time your children are running around
Enjoying their freedom and the fun that they've found

Remember us bikers and all that we do
We feed our lost veterans, we're Red, white and blue!

We bring toys for tots and toys for a smile
By riding our bikes for miles and miles

You see, us bikers have never forgot
Our homeless veterans and our homeless tots

We are loyal to our clubs and true to our bro's
We will always wear black from our heads to our toes

Society once said that long hair was for fags
But you'll never see a biker burning a flag

Now the tattoos and leather you don't understand
Stands for free independence that us bikers demand

Our long hair and patches and bikes with loud pipes
is a tribute to our freedom, the Stars and Stripes

So before you make up your mind on just what I might be
Take a look in the mirror and what do you see?

The man that you see that is staring right back
Is not too much different from that biker in black.

Ride Safe , Ride Free !!

Tags: Bikers In Black

The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down. They're a sad loss to the American scene, these individualists with the worn down clothes and faces. You can still see them sometimes, the real ones, some in packs, not as large as a while ago, sometimes alone.
The alone one is the best. One who's been there a long time, staying in the life he loves, never giving into a system that sucks you up like a vortex if you slip just one foot into it. He's got his connections - a few like him that care for and protect each other. Hanging onto the only unique lifestyle left, like old dinosaurs, their faces are leathered and rough by forty, but their eyes still sharp and knowing. Some are gray in the beards and braids, some are limp in the step and some pain in the kidneys. Still they know that no other life is life, but merely a dreary journey into everyone else's monotony. He looks at the new ones, then turns away, knowing they will never know of life on the road and of the women who can take it. Wild, loving women who'll hang in with them, because they love it too. A woman with a wild heart and a loyal soul, that's what's needed here. The new ones are shiny and young and a bit too clean. They're born into a system that has an iron grip now. The new one's will never know and couldn't take "the life." I think it's a mystery, even to the old ones, why this life is theirs, but it is, and it's the only one. When the last biker falls, like the dinosaurs, the sun will go down on a breed of heart-of-gold, tough as nails, free spirited men, who even at their worst, love what's theirs and protect it. In a world-wide system that is making all people as alike as manufactured dolls, the earth will be a duller place.... When the last biker falls....