In one way or another.
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Update - “The Classic” XS400
I just received an email from the owner of my bike “The Classic”, which had been shipped to Germany a little over a year ago, with some current photos and a brief update on his minor modifications to make it street legal. After a few additions such as some bar-end signals, side mirror and a sleek digital speedometer, he’s now legitimately street legal and still loving the bike!
It feels great to see the bike being used and well taken care of! Thanks Ralf.
I know this would kill me, but that’s what makes it so fucking sexy. I’ve got the strangest boner right now.
Mike Judge is the quintessential nerd. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s Wil Wheaton or Chris Hardwick (not that they aren’t awesome in their own right).
Point Blank/Prime Cut
Currently applying to the Sons of Lee Marvin.
A job I would have loved to have: pinball machine designer. (Taken with instagram)
So I’m a hemophiliac, and I knew a few bleeders who went to Paul Newman’s Hole In the Wall camps that his line of products raise money for. One of them was a friend who was infected with HIV via blood products and eventually died as a result, but a couple years before that, Paul Newman befriended him. He took him out fishing at camp and gave him his home phone number afterwards, so he could chat with him whenever he wanted. Think about that:
<ring…ring…ring..> “Hello, Paul Newman”
On top of that, since Newman was a member of the Academy, studios used to send him movies for his consideration come Oscar time, often times before they were released to the public. He used to bundle them up and send them to my friend, so he able to watch flicks like Heat on VHS while it was still in the theaters.
And that’s how cool Paul Newman was.
Always ask yourself: WWPND?
