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            <title>My interview on Hog Radio!</title>
            <description><![CDATA[Guess what? My interview on Hog Radio is now available for podcast or listing online. You can find it here: <a href="http://blog.hogradio.net/">Hog Radio</a><br /><br />We talk about Gaurav Jani's film work and all manner of things motorcycle related.<br /><br />If you like it and would like to get me on Hog Radio again email Steve Johann the producer and request me to come back.<br /><br /><span id="toBoxTo" style="display: block;"><span class="BlockEmailWithName"><span dir="ltr"></span>ssjohann@verizon.net<span dir="ltr"></span></span></span><br /> ]]></description>
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                <category domain="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#tag">Bill Ruehl</category>
            
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            <title>One Crazy Screening...</title>
            <description><![CDATA[<b>Man what a night!</b> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; We had close to 80 people crammed into Old Strokers
on Hewitt in Everett WA. and the place was absolutely electric. Gaurav,
Sobby and I took turns with role of MC and made the requisite
introductions. The entire face of the block was covered with bikes, two
deep in places, there was no doubt that motorcycle folk had shown up to
support one of there own. Gaurav and Sobby joined me for a breif ride
on the North Cascades Highway earlier in the day joined by their
friends Will and Jim. Karen was kind enough to lend her GL1500 to the
cause and Jim lent a very nice GS1100 Paris/Dakar BMW, we couldn't let
our guests suffer on lesser equipment. Sobby really liked the Goldwing
exclaiming that it was far smoother than he had ever though it would
be. The boys traded off bikes like kids on Christmas morning each
taking a turn on the new rides. I wish we could have spent more time
together, but we had to get back to Strokers to record their interview
with me (which had a laundry list of technical issues, mostly my
fault...) Despite the poor audio quality of the interview I'll be
posting it here soon. I may publish it as text or caption the video, I haven't made up my mind yet. Here are some pictures from the day...<br />&nbsp;<br /><br />Sobby and I riding the GL1800 on I-5.<br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="screening pics 003sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/screening%20pics%20003sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span><br />&nbsp;Sobby with the GL1500 in Granite Falls.<br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="screening pics 012sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/screening%20pics%20012sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="466" width="500" /></span><div>All of us on the North Cascades Highway.<br /></div><div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="screening pics 015sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/screening%20pics%20015sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="715" width="500" /></span></div><div>Gaurav with the BMW GS.<br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="screening pics 028sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/screening%20pics%20028sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="591" width="500" /></span><br />I found an adorable barista to snap this picture for us in Granite Falls.<br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="screening pics 034sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/screening%20pics%20034sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span><br /></div><div>All of us together at Strokers after the show!<br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="screening pics 042sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/screening%20pics%20042sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="389" width="500" /></span>From top left: William Ruehl, Gaurav Jani, Randy Morris, Sobby (King of All Tribes)<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Karen Blue, Sandy Morris, Shannon Blue.<br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <title>One Crazy Ride Screening in Everett WA!</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 01:47:16 -0500</pubDate>
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            <title>Day Five, Six, Seven, Eight (well you get the picture)</title>
            <description><![CDATA[I have so much material to share it's almost overwhelming. I hung out with Elephant seals in the wild, rode one of the finest motorcycle roads ever (Named La Honda road of course, seriously!). Escaped a thug in Tijuana, got my picture taken with a 50ft woman, and more. The trick has been by the time I get to where I'm headed and dump the files from the cameras I'm pretty well exhausted. I'm headed for the Salt Flats now, should be home in a few days, then I'll get this stuff up quickly. Stay tuned!&nbsp; ]]></description>
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            <title>Day Two, Three, and Four!</title>
            <description><![CDATA[Day two brought me from just south of the Canadian boarder to the western most point of the Olympic peninsula, Neah Bay. Then south to Humptulip, Wa and no, that is not a typo. I took some shots at Deception Pass and at the Port Townsend ferry dock:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2322sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2322sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2337sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2337sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2368sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2368sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="667" /></span><br /><br />&nbsp;I met some pretty interesting characters on day two. First a friendly toy Fox Terrier named "Goliath" and a fellow who claimed to have worked for US Army Intellegence and had more stories than a NY skyscraper. <br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2370sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2370sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="663" /></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2393sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2393sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br />He did tell me that the Korean conflict was due to US intrest in the sizeable tungstun deposits in South Korea and had nothing to do with, freedom, democracy, or any other noble pursuits. I plan to dig around and do some reasearch on this when I get home. He had many interesting tidbits that I want to look into further. We chatted, or rather he chatted for over an hour and I had simply stopped to take some pictures of the beach, go figure...The one thing I could not reconsile was how someone from an intellegence organization got to be so chatty, don't they dispose of those types with rather brutal efficiancy? I went out to Neah Bay after I left my new friend who now was a photographer from Arizona. <br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2377sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2377sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2394sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2394sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2396sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2396sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2399sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2399sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="667" /></span>So I was making tracks down 101 making pretty good time when I passed a sign in the Olympic State Park that simply said "Ruby Beach". I flew past it and thought, no more pictures, make up some miles, but that little voice in my head kept nagging me to check it out, Finally I subcummed and fliped the bike around and as I pulled into the entry way this is what I saw: <br />So<br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2414sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2414sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2425sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2425sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span>&nbsp;How does a town come to the conclusion that Humptulips is a suitable name? It's just wrong on multiple levels.<br /><br /><div>Day three got a late start and consequently not a lot of miles. I did manage to make it to Karen's birth Mom's house and they treated me like a king. Great food, comfy place to sleep and great conversation. Thanks Barb and Bobby!<br /><br />Day four got me well on my way down the Oregon Coast Highway but not without some equipment casualties. Apparently during a fuel stop I forgot to put my headphones back on and they worked their way down the side of the bike and ended up looking like this after dragging on the pavement at 60mph for an hour or so:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2429sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2429sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="405" /></span>Hold on the story does not end there, with my best sounding headphones trashed I went with my backup set. These where really nice Shure noise isolating headphones and they sounded pretty good inside the helmet, not as comfortable as the newly departed Sony's, but a close second. Trouble is that these sit in the ear canal and have a soft silicone boot that seals the speaker to your head. Had they been designed to limit the amount of penetration into the ear that might have been ok, but my helmet rim managed to shove the left one all the way into my head and then became disconnected from the speaker leaving the silicone cup pressed against my ear drum. It was driving me CRAZY! I rode to Eugene, OR where I found a Primary Care Facility and the doctor there was kind enough to reach into my head with some forceps and yank that sucker out of there, the relief was indescribable. I'll be penning a Nastygram to Shure about these ear cups and see if I can't at least get them to cover the medical bill. Glad that's over with. Should be well into California tomorrow where i hope to see some friends in San Fransisco. Stay tuned!<br /><br />Here are some shots of the Oregon Coast...<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2433sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2433sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br />&nbsp;<br /></div><div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2435sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2435sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span></div><div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2437sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2437sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="667" /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJp6fc03ew4">Click here to see me starting off</a><br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="PICT0204sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/PICT0204sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br /><br />Well I'm finally in it! It's almost surreal, I've wanted to do this trip for a very long time and it's really happening. I had not been further north than Sedro Wooley before today. The riding in the northern Cascades is spectacular. After crossing the boarder into Canada I tried scouting some banks to exchange some currency to cover my campsite, every one I checked was closed. I wasted an hour asking around and finally decided to get back to Washington and camp there, at least my money was good there. The last time I camped a site was $10 to $15 dollars a night, the KOA I stopped at was $38.50 AND the restrooms would not be open till May 1st. Plus there was no one working to check me in. I could believe they wanted that much money for a damp patch of ground. I thought about leaving but the sun was setting and the next place was 20 miles out, so I pitched my tent made some fried Spam and red beans and rice then crashed for the evening. the combination of my old mattress pad AND my 40+ skeletal system made for a poor nights sleep. It rained for a little while and the tent stayed dry so that was a success (I had waterproofed it the night before). The little camp stove I picked up has been great, Breakfast the next morning was eggs and bacon and it tasted great after a long night. I hope to replace the tent and the mattress pad before the end of the trip as the pad no longer holds air and the tent door has an issue with the door zipper, no fun when you have to pee at 4 in the morning. The sun rise proves to be spectacular over my little pond next to my site. The air is crisp and I get on the road by 8am.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpubvvvvlS0">Here is my campsite!</a><br /><br />Here are some more stills:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2276sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2276sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="667" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2272sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2272sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_2295sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_2295sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <title>The Big Trip Begins!</title>
            <description><![CDATA[Well as luck would have it the trip Karen and I had been planning since we rode west had the time table pushed up. While on a "temporary" furlough from work it made sense for me to sneak the trip in now and burn off some vacation time. Karen really wanted to go and I would have loved to have had her join me but it just wasn't in the cards this time around. I'm still packing so i'll keep this entry brief. The trip leaves from Marysville, WA tomorrow and heads north to the Canadian boarder then southwest to the coast in Washington and follows the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) all the way to Mexico. The route home is set to go through Las Vegas, NV and then up to the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah. I'll ride around the eastern shore of the Great Salt Lake and head for home. Since this is largely an unplanned vacation the budget is tight so I'll be camping most, if not all, of the way. Here is a shot of the route, it's roughly 3,800 miles so we'll get those wings stretched out pretty good. I hope to complete and entry each day, internet connections and gods willing. I may have to compose entries and upload them in batches as resoaurces become available. I would love to hear your comments and suggestions so use the comment link to reach me.<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="bad ass trip.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/bad%20ass%20trip.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="561" height="500" /></span><br /><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <title>That 1 Guy @ The Tractor Tavern</title>
            <description><![CDATA[Karen and I left the condo on the bikes with just enough time to meet Brad and Elisha before the "That 1 Guy"/Panda Conspiracy show Saturday night. We had both been working long hours and rarely, if ever, got to see each other anymore. Here it was Valentines Day and we where both riding our own bikes trying to make good time to Ballard for the show. Not 1/2 mile into our journey Karen pulls up on my left side pointing to the left side of her bike yelling that it's smoking. Being the typical male I assume it's just the normal smoke from a Boxer engine that has been left on its side stand for a week or so. On Boxers the oil will pool in the low hanging head and seep into the combustion chamber through the valve guide. No big deal, they smoke for a bit then everything is fine. The next light she pulls up on my right, obviously agitated at my having dispensed her issue, pointing to a wall of oil cascading down the side of the block, onto the now fully heated exhaust header. The expression perpetuated by the pair of super sized eyeballs peering at me from the narrow portal of her full face helmet meant that she would not tolerate being dispensed again. Now I'm thinking "Holy crap! Thats brand new $7.00 a quart Mobil One oil spilling all over". We quickly got the bike shut down in the neighboring parking lot and I had to tell her that I knew EXACTLY what was wrong with her bike. My friend Dave had been over the week before so I could help him adjust his valves. On a Goldwing the access hole to the flywheel is in the top of the block, normally capped by a screw on cover. One unscrews the cover and screws in it place a "Timing Sight" Tool. this is a glass window with a cross hair on it used to line up the timing marks. Now Karen's bike, the 1977 GL1000 never had the cap, so I always kept the tool in there instead (You see where this is going don't you?) Dave and I took the sight glass out of her bike last week and I failed to put it back. Naturally I did what any red blooded American Male would do in such a precarious position on Valentines Day, I blamed Dave! Yes this was all Dave's fault. Not that she was buying what I was selling, but it was worth a shot. We left her wounded machine there for the night and rode two up to meet Brad and Elisha, Karen's left leg of her First Gear riding pants dripping with really expensive oil, and almost as much smoke coming out of her ears as there was coming off of her bike. She aired my dirty laundry with disdain as she wove the tale into dinner conversation and again I tried to blame Dave, couldn't make it stick. Heck, I even tried to change the topic of discussion to her recent speeding ticket and I still could not shake the shame of it all. Oh well, guess I had it coming... Soon the evenings events where upon us and we ventured to the Tractor Tavern for the show. <br /><br />Panda Conspiracy was the first act and they where so much fun to see live. I had already bought their CD from the merchandise counter because of what I heard on their MySpace page, but I was not prepared for the stage show. These guys know how to work a crowd into a frenzy. They fired on all cylinders for the entire set and left us primed for the main event. If you've never seen That 1 Guy it will be very difficult to explain the experience to you. Many experiences in life are like this, mountain climbing, sky diving, sex, you can only communicate the experience with those that have a common frame of reference. Mike Silverman (aka That 1 Guy) has added much to his show since the last time I saw him. He has stepped up the heavily animated humor that comes off him so effortlessly, he has added some REALLY cool slight of hand which integrates seamlessly into the act, on top of all that he is an astounding musician with original music you will not hear anywhere else. If you see his DVD, know that it will only show you a portion of what his recent act brings to life. We met with Mike after the show and he remembered me from the Philly show last year. He signed piles of DVD's and CD's for folks and posed with us for pictures. This guy is the genuine article, fantastic talent, selfless and always giving to his fans. Go see him, buy his stuff, if you like genuine, innovative, original music you will not be disappointed. Here are the pics from the evening: <br /><br />PS - I also have a cool video of PandaCon that I will post on YouTube and link here soon...<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike sitting.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike%20sitting.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike signing.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike%20signing.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike and Karen.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike%20and%20Karen.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike and Brad2.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike%20and%20Brad2.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike and Brad.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike%20and%20Brad.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike and Bill.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike%20and%20Bill.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mike 2.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/Mike%202.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="375" /></span> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <title>A rare product endorsement.</title>
            <description><![CDATA[I have not used this forum much for promoting products however,
recently I used some items from a guy who is HUGE in the classic
Goldwing circles. His name is Randall Washington but he responds to
Randakk on occasion. His site <a href="http://www.randakks.com/">http://www.randakks.com/</a>
is a treasure trove of invaluable information on these fine old machines.
As some of you may know I bought a 1977 GL1000 over the summer while
working here in Seattle:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_0688edit.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_0688edit.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="603" /></span>I got the bike for practically nothing, in fact when responding to the Craigslist ad I drove by the bike twice, thinking it was way too nice for what he was asking and could not have been the bike I was there to see. It had a few issues, the old hippie fellow told me never to use the front brake, because it sticks. He also told be the bike was "cold blooded" as it didn't like starting in the cold. When I got it home I rebuilt the front caliper and rode the snot out of 'er all summer. After Karen and I rode the GL1500 out here in Sept. Nancy (the GL1000 pictured here) became less of a priority. I knew the carbs needed a GOOD rebuild and the throttle control required a death grip to cycle but it kept getting put on the back burner. I gave the bike to Karen as she was dying to ride her own bike again. She would take it to work here and there but the hard starting and debilitated battery where not a confidence building combination. I have been commuting to work since July by motorcycle and this past week the shaft drive in my GL1500 bought the farm and left me with no way to work. I went to start Nancy (the 77 GL1000) and she would simply not have any of that...I charged the battery and rode her down to Pacific Power and put in a new AGM glass mat battery, but now it just didn't start faster than before. I knew if I was going to get to work this week (New drive shaft is on its way from Florida) Nancy needed her carbs done. I had investigated rebuild kits for price and quality and stumbled accross the preachings of the one called Randakk. He claimed to have a kit that in many ways was BETTER than even Honda could have offered. He also had a DVD on carb rebuilding that could be had at a discounted price if purchased with his Master Rebuild Kit. I PayPal'ed him the money and within days the package arrived along with a personal note thanking me for my purchase. I watched the DVD and was amazed at how excellent his technique was. I had bought the kit in early Fall but never got around to rolling up my sleaves. Now I was in a pickle and needed a reliable motorcycle to get me to work. I was a little concerned with surgery this envasive that I might end up with two crippled bikes in the garage if something went awry. Of course I dove in head first, I would play a section of the DVD and go do that work (I had watched it twice from end to end prior) come back in, watch a bit more, and so it went on... It was like having the foremost authority on Goldwing carburation looking right over my shoulder, wait...it is was exactly that. When I got done (3am on Saturday night/Sunday morning) here is what I had:<br /><br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_1863edit.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_1863edit.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="269" /></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="100_1872edit.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/100_1872edit.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" width="500" height="630" /></span><br />I was WAY to tired to go any further so I left the install and tuning for Sunday. Karen and I went down to Bent Bike to get some new throttle cables as I was sure they where binding and sticky. The task of replacing the cables is much easier with the carbs removed so I swaped the cables and took the throttle handpiece apart for inspection/cleaning. There was no lubricant in the grip tube at all and it was full of rust and road dirt. I cleaned the throttle tube and lubricated it with triflow, swapped out the cables and lubed them with Cable Life (They where new Motion Pro Cables but most of the stuff at Bent Bike is really old and dusty). The differance was outstanding it was like a new bike. Next I slid the carb rack in and mounted it in place. After a few short cranks (Fuel bowls where empty of course) she fired right up...ON ALL FOUR CYCLINDERS TOO! AT THE SAME TIME! The improvement was insane. I hooked up the carb balencer and dialed in the dampners and had them synced dead on to my guages in minutes, The throttle response was wicked fast and the off idle stumble was gone as well. It was a bit chilly but I NEEDED a ride bad. I grabbed my touring jacket, helmet and gloves and headed up to Smokey Point. Randakk had mentioned in some of his writtings that the GL1000 was "Super Bike" league in it's day and with the state of tune mine had been in I was not seeing the light. Now, from traffic light to 60 is just a flick of the wrist away and it pulls like raped ape all the way there. On the highway I had to fight to keep it under 80 mph for fear that the "Man" would be lurkin around the next bend. A shame really, that bike was so smooth and well behaved at better than highway speeds and I live in an area with militant speed enforcememnt. I'm thinking a trip to Montana is in order, should be able to air that girl out over there. After my initial test ride I was so enamoured with the bike that I came back to the shop, donned my touring pants and rode down to see Karen at Sea-Tac Internationl Airport (almost a 100 mile round trip) (Did I mention it's 29 F out?). She really liked the way her bike turned out and kept asking me when the parts for my bike where coming in so she could have her ride back. In closing I want to thank Randall at Randakk's Cycle Shack for FANTASTICK products, super advice and service, you made this whole project a snap THANK YOU! Now if I could just get this silly smile off my face.... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <title>Blog Catch Up....</title>
            <description><![CDATA[Well it's been a spell since I've made an entry here. We've had a sizable infusion of chaos lately, Karen moved up to Mountain Top and started a new job. I started a new assignment which has me in Everett Washington for 11 days then home for 4, that lasts for the next 6 months. Oh, and did I mention that through all this my baby is graduating High School and I stripped all the body work off the bike to have it painted? Well before all this hit Karen and I had spent a weekend on the bike in Baltimore and had a fantastic time. We went to Charm City Cakes (where they film Ace of Cakes on the Food Network) and took some photos then actually got to meet Mary Alice from Ace of Cakes. She was so sweet to us, she even granted us a photo op. Karen got recruited by the Charm City Roller Girls (did I mention I have a thing for Roller Girls?) anyway there are some fun pics from this little adventure. My total mileage for the weekend was 875, it always amazes me how that old bike can haul the two of us around for that kind of distance with effortless ease and grace. Here are some images from the weekends festivities.<br /><br /><br /><b>Who can resist Roller Derby Chicks?</b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="bill_and_roller_chicks_sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/bill_and_roller_chicks_sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="411" width="500" /></span>
<b>Not even my faithful companion could resist them...</b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="karen_and_roller_chicks_sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/karen_and_roller_chicks_sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="692" width="500" /></span>
<b>I really love Ace of Cakes, THANK YOU MARY ALICE! YOU ROCK!!!!</b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="karen_bill_and_mary_alice.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/karen_bill_and_mary_alice.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="333" width="500" /></span>
<b>Karen getting talked into becoming a Derby Girl...</b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="karen_getting_recruited.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/karen_getting_recruited.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="807" width="500" /></span>
<b>Duff and Mary Alice mixing it up on the ice!</b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="mary_alice_and_duff.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/mary_alice_and_duff.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="449" width="500" /></span>
<b>Karen and all her winnings, too bad we couldn't do this in Vegas...</b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="karen_and_her_winnings.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/karen_and_her_winnings.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="432" width="500" /></span>
<b>This road just begs for a motorcycle...</b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="cloisters_road.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/cloisters_road.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="750" width="500" /></span>
<b><font style="font-size: 1.95312em;">Watch Ace of Cakes on the Food Network!</font></b><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span>]]></description>
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            <title>New alternative to online money transfers...</title>
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            <title>Philly by Oldwing...</title>
            <description><![CDATA[My friend Tracy had gotten me a ticket to see Lichens and Explosions in The Sky in Philly Wednesday AND the weather report indicated that there was only a 30% chance of rain. So off to the City of Brotherly Love I went with my trusty Oldwing purring away beneath me. The closer I got to Philly the nicer the weather was and aside from forgetting my EasyPass, the ride was smooth as silk. I made my way to the North 3rd restaurant on the corner of North 3rd and Brown.( It was my third time there ironically enough, come to think of it there where 3 of us at the table too...freaky...). <br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="n3rd.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/n3rd.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span>So this joint has a voodoo sort of motif going on and the staff always treat me very well. The dog guarding the entrance seems to be under some sort of voodoo spell as he never moved the whole time I was there (but seems intently focused none the less).<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="n3rddog.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/n3rddog.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span>The meal and the company where top notch. I decided to leave the Oldwing parked right where she was on Brown St. as the venue we&nbsp; would be at for the evening is not in the best of neighborhoods and I didn't want my saddle bags to become goodie bags. I would ride to the Starlight Ballroom with Tracy who it seems had forgotten where he parked his car. After a brief&nbsp; walk into obvious urban decay he remembered that we would have never parked in a place like this... We found the car eventually and got to see a pretty cool sunset as our evening began to unfold.<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="philly sunset.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/philly%20sunset.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="667" width="500" /></span>The experience of seeing either of these two acts is VERY difficult to describe to anyone that has not shared an evening with them. When I first saw Rob Lowe (Lichens) I stood there dumbfounded wondering what I had just heard, it had moved my soul, but it was unlike anything I had ever heard before. He begins with laying down some rhythmic patterns into a loop via a guitar or whatever is handy, then adds some light whistling sounds that overlap until they sound like a whole forest of birds at dawn, only muted. (I know this sounds nuts, but this is original music crafted by an amazing artist and you need to hear it for yourself). As this huge soundscape develops in front of you he begins to ad some ethereal vocal sounds that are both beautiful and haunting. This all goes on for 35 minutes or so and he winds it all down, smiles to the crowd and begins picking up his blankets. Yes I said blankets, he lines the stage area where he performs with elaborately printed blankets and sheets, I don't pretend to understand it all, I just know I have met him and he it the real deal. A musical Shaman if you will...<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="lichens.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/lichens.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="468" width="500" /></span>Here is Rob and I together on a different occasion.<br /><a href="http://www.holymountain.com/lichens.html">His home page.</a><br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="me and rob.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/me%20and%20rob.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span><br />After Rob's blankets where put away it was time for Explosions In The Sky. These guys hail from Texas and are one of the best live acts I have ever seen. There is something that happens at an EITS show that can never be captured on recording equipment. I have every CD they have printed and have played them back on some pretty nice gear, as good as that sounds, all I can say is that the live version will change your life. They use what look like normal guitars but I swear the are actually conduits to my soul. These guys are unassuming, unpretentious musicians that can make a song envelope the entire audience and connect everyone in the room together in one big audio orgy. There is no me, no you, just this monster vibe and they pump it out in spades. No vocals, the only thing they used the mike for was to say "We are EITS and we are from Texas, Hello". Two guitarists, a bassist, and a drummer thats all, no synth, no showboat solos, just precision crafted, stunning vignettes of music. As a piece of music starts to build up, rivulets of reverb dance across undulating walls of distortion laced with melodies that make your heart split in two. The hair on the back of your neck will stand up as they approach crescendo, when they are done with you you'll have a strange desire for a cigarette and your clothes will likely still be on. The scope and power of their show will be unlike anything you have ever felt. At the end of the show the true fans applaud and leave, they know there won't be an encore, they just gave you everything they had, there is nothing left... <br /><br />Following such a wonderful evening would normally be a tough act, but a night time motorcycle ride with little or no traffic is up to the task. In a seedy north Philly neighborhood I stop for gas, I get the distinct impression that my bike and I don't exactly blend in. I get my gas and pay the guy behind 4 inches of bullet proof glass and off I go. Pushing northward on the northeast extension (I476) the ride takes on a video game like feel. The darkness obscures the details and leaves you with the patterns of the reflective bits that surround the roadway. The big bird likes to ride about 75 mph or so and we settle in to a nice pace. The further away I get from the city the clouds begin to dissolve into the inky black sky, leaving the stars and low orange crescent moon my only companions. Plenty of time to reflect on the evening, the week, the future. My mind empties itself more with each mile, by the time I get home I am at peace, and exhausted. What a night, sleep comes quickly.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><font style="font-size: 1.95312em;"><b><font style="font-size: 1.95312em;">Support Independent Live Music!</font>&nbsp;</b></font>  <br /></div><br />&nbsp;  <br /><br />&nbsp; <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <description><![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="old seat.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/old%20seat.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span><br />So here is my old seat (It's on Ebay right now if anyone is interested). I replaced it because it was designed for a much shorter rider and I had to force my knees to bend enough to get my feet on the pegs. That effort caused two major problems. One, when your legs are folded up like that, and you have bad knees to begin with, the pain gets unbearable on long rides. Two, when your feet are forced up on the pegs they can be difficult to get off the pegs quickly, as in during a traffic stop. Here is the seat I replaced it with.<br /><br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><br /><br /><img alt="new seat.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/new%20seat.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span>This seat is made by Diamond and I had looked at their seats when I was considering getting one made for me. The quality is excellent and its amazing how much the seat design affects the feel of the bike. The bike feels more agile and responsive and my knees where in heaven. At traffic lights the panic of not being able to get my foot off the peg was gone as it was now effortless. I got the seat off of Ebay and the transaction was flawless. The only draw back to this purchase was that it did not include a matching backrest. I called the folks at Diamond and they offered my a cover for a stock backrest that would match my seat perfectly for $50.00 dollars, how can you beat that? These guys are fantastic to deal with. Wondering where I went on my test ride?<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="4bucks.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/4bucks.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="375" width="500" /></span>Yes, I ended up at 4bucks...errr I mean Starbucks. Here is my signature Quad Caramel Cappuccino with 2 sweet and lows. If anyone has a non corporate entity that can make a quality espresso drink in the Wilkes Barre area PLEASE POST A COMMENT! and help me end my Starbuck addiction. I am so ashamed.... ;-)<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="speaker.JPG" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/speaker.JPG" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="462" width="500" /></span><br />I had mentioned in one of the Oldwing history posts about the speakers  that came with the bike when I got it. Here is one of the front speakers. I know this is sort of out of place with this entry but I had the camera out in the garage so I figured I'd grab a shot of these disease riddled oddities. Pretty bad huh? Can you imagine what they sounded like?<br /><br />In closing I offer you the following:<br /><br /><div align="center"><font style="font-size: 1.95312em;"><b><font style="font-size: 1.95312em;">FREE TIBET!</font></b></font><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <title>Early Spring Ride</title>
            <description><![CDATA[Last weekend I was really excited about riding the Oldwing down to Columbia MD. to see my girl. All week the weather men had predicted a beautiful, warm, sunny weekend. We had numerous chores to do throughout the weekend but we planned to get some riding in anyway. When I left it was rainy and cold here in PA. This was the first long distance ride I left on when it when it was rainy. I'd gotten wet on rides before, but never left into a weather pattern as nasty as this. With the layers, the rain gear, and the heated grips it was not that bad of a ride. The biggest problem was fog on the visor and glasses. When I got to Maryland they changed the weather report for the weekend and dropped the temp by 20 degrees or so. Undaunted, we rode anyway and had a great time. Did about 530 miles and tested the rain gear thoroughly. <br /><br />Here is a picture of me with my friend Casey Bird. He and I went to Petco together and he put on one heck of a show for anyone that would watch.<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="DSCN2228sm.jpg" src="http://projectoldwing.com/oldwing/DSCN2228sm.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="411" width="500" /></span>&nbsp;<br /><br />Stay tuned, the new seat arrived today and I'll post pics and such after I try it out...<br />  <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 15:26:05 -0500</pubDate>
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            <title>Oldwing History Part 2</title>
            <description><![CDATA[<br /><p class="MsoNormal">As I began to pick through layers of neglect and grime a
tragic story of abuse unfolded before me. There where leaves packed in around
the carbs and air cleaner, which leads me to believe it spent a very long time
outdoors. The seat foam was soaked with water, and it was covered with vinyl so
it must have taken quite a number of rain storms to have saturated the foam
like this. This neglect coupled with really bad maintenance left this bike in
rough shape. Despite all this it really ran pretty well, and only had 34,000
miles on her. Dozer also told me that the speakers where replaced. The audio
sounded really bad with buzzing and resonances everywhere. When I took the rear
speakers apart there where cheap flea market drivers in there which did not fit
the housings, subsequently they only had one loose screw holding the driver in
place, in short a real hack job. When I removed the front speakers they
appeared to be stock but the surrounds had long since rotted away and the cones
where torn. I ordered a set of J&amp;B audio premium drivers and they made a
world of difference, they totally rock! I was also told that the brakes had
just been replaced, yet after only 1000 miles on the bike the brakes where
metal on metal, so if they where new brakes, I think they might have been made
of sidewalk chalk :-O. Here is a list of what I found on the first pass:<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">1. Rusted throttle control cables.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">2. Speakers where shot.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">3. Seat was soaked through.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">4. Air cleaner element was clogged and black.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">5. Cooling fans sounded like a chainsaw when they kicked in.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">6. Brakes where shot.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">7. Windshield was cut down and scratched up.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">8. Gauge panel bezel was cracked and glued back together (<st1:place>PO</st1:place>
says he got mad working on something else and threw a pair of pliers at it).<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">9. Radio mute kept coming on by itself.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">10. When in a turn or over a bump the bike would shut down.
(Bank Angle Sensor failure)<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Now after replacing the throttle cables, speakers, seat, air
cleaner element, fan assembly, brakes, windshield, gauge panel (only $60 right
from Honda). I still had an issue with the radio and the far more pressing
issue of the bike shutting down at very inopportune moments. The radio issue
seemed to go away after the connectors where cleaned and reseated. I was at a
GWRRA (Goldwing Road Riders Assoc.) meeting and mentioned the problem of the
random shut down to my friend Buddy. He proceeded to tell me that there was a
recall about 15 years ago from American Honda on the Bank Angle sensors and recommend
I checked that out. The very next day, Monday, I called Honda and they where
FANTASTIC! They ran my VIN and told me that in fact my bike had NEVER had this
recall work done. The purpose of the Bank Angle sensor is to detect when the
bike has been laid over and it shuts the engine down immediately. The sensor is
very similar to a pinball machine tilt sensor except that there is a very
viscous silicone fluid inside to dampen the movement. The problem is that the
early units leaked and without the fluid it was like riding a pinball machine
in traffic. I tried my area dealers, Riders World, North American Warhorse and
they both jerked me around, telling me that they would need the bike for 2 to 4
weeks to complete the work. I found the service bulletin online and the service
time was .3 hours, remove old sensor, put in new one, seemed pretty simple to
me, why 2-4 weeks? My friend Buddy had recommended J&amp;B Honda in Berwick so
I gave them a call. They where FANTASTIC to deal with! They told me they had a
new Bank Angle Sensor in stock and all I had to do was ride down and they would
put it right in. I rode there, left them the bike, walked around the corner and
got a coffee, by the time I got back my bike was ready AND ROAD TESTED! I
cannot say enough about their service. Wilkes Barre/Scranton area dealers could
learn a thing or two from them.<o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>

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            <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 16:05:24 -0500</pubDate>
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