R. Lee Wrights Says "There is GOOD Government"

I agree

the Suzuki Sausage

1996 Suzuki LS650 Savage

Wanting a thumper, I purchased a used Suzuki, my first motorcycle, and rode it for a year in stock condition.  Later I decided to repair what has been referred to as the
"standard Suzuki Savage oil leak" and I just kept going from there.

I removed some dead weight, rattle-can painted the gasoline tank, altered the saddle, fabricated an internal rear fender and a bracket for rear turn signals/license plate/State of Texas required doohickeys, etc.  The original tail light is mounted above because the new one I had first used kept vibrating apart.  The red bracket behind the shock is prototype number six or eight.  My first tries were cheap pot metal or aluminum stock that couldn't handle the stress.  Flat iron stock has proven much more durable.
The SuperTrapp muffler was installed by the previous owner.

Below is a paste from Clymer Manuals showing the factory configuration. 

The pic below shows the earlier taillight attached to a fabricated bracket hanging from the internal fender.  The bracket kept breaking at the bend.

My regulator/rectifier died early, so while the bike is in repair mode (pieces on the garage floor), I'm going to do some studying to see if I can take the customization a bit further.
Must train wife to ride.



This is what I'm dealing with right now.

I'm wanting to go all black coloring with exhaust pipe wrap, no turn signals, no mirrors(maybe).  We will see.
Stay tuned.

Before You Die

http://pcexpertos.com/2009/09/breve-historia-de-los-principios-de-la-robotica.html

The occupation 'truck driver' will no longer exist.  

Robotic driving software will replace the human driver.  

http://namesake-expert.blogspot.com/2011/03/engineering-with-interest-in-robotics.html

Telemarketing calls will be made by machinery.  You may someday receive a telephone call, discuss with the caller your options and make a purchase, all without realizing that you're not talking to a human.

http://namesake-expert.blogspot.com/2011/03/engineering-with-interest-in-robotics.html

Kagan and Clement Talk

http://drhurd.com/index.php/Daily-Dose-of-Reason/Politics-Government/We-Are-Giving-You-a-Boatload-of-Money.html

Blood and Honor by Reinhold Kerstan

Blood and Honor

Reinhold Kerstan recalls his experiences from 8 - 14 years old in Germany during and after World War II.

I heard over and over again that a German boy does not weep.

None of the older people would understand, our leaders had told us.

All relationships were reduced to to two words, "Heil Hitler!"

A few months after we arrived in Berlin I started school.  Until then our ...home life... had shaped most of my thinking.  Now the state was to have its chance.

War was a way to restore what had been taken from us.

Marching back to the Villa, we passed many Czechs dressed in their Easter attire. I usually resented the disgust and hate I found on their faces, but that morning I understood.... Somewhere inside me a seed of rebellion began to take root. 

"It's your pope who's dead.  Your big leader.  The Fuehrer."

Very slowly the words sank into my consciousness.  What had he said?  The Fuehrer dead?  A lie! A big lie! The Fuehrer couldn't die.  That could happen to other human beings, but not to the Fuehrer!

"The nerve of you brown-shirted Nazies coming back to haunt us!"

"You know who started it all?  The Austrian, Adolf Hitler, your native son."

We very quickly grew accustomed to three good meals a day.

Every city looked the same-- frightened old people, hollow-eyed children wandering through the debris, hastily built shelters, and the stench of death.  The war had ended six months ago, and winter would grip the country within weeks.

On the third day home, mother and I went to a government office to try to get a ration card for me.  After three offices and many hours, all we got was a reprimand.  

"You should have known better, Mrs. Kerstan, than to bring your son back illegally!"

I had learned the American pronunciation, which horrified my English teacher.