PegMonkey Bad Monkey!

If it feels good, do it. That's how the saying goes. Many people associate that thinking with an evil way of life that must be stopped. You may know some people that are like that or you may be one of them. You know the type. At the mere mention of that phrase they produce a knee jerk reaction that goes something like "The world would be in a total state of chaos if everybody felt the same, there'd be anarchy." Usually the comments they produce aren't nearly as well spoken. To those people, and you can already tell I'm not one of them, "If it feels good, do it" to them seems to evoke images of all sorts of things they don't want to see happening.

Harley Davidson is being accused of violating the Securities and Exchange act of 1934. It seems the management of HD, having enjoyed a 4 year run of artificially inflated motorcycle prices, resorted to inside information and sold off large portions of their stock while still telling the public that they were making money. Actually, Harley was bloated and continues to be bloated with 2005 inventory that just isn't moving.

Heres how it goes: Last weekend I go out on a nice warm day for a ride with the pegmonkey himself. This is a good day for someone like myself, as I usually get to spend time working on my bike as opposed to riding it. Being the nice guy he is, he lets me ride one of his sportbikes and we proceed to cruise around enjoying the scenery and twisting roads. Through towns, we were generally slow and overall very courteous to drivers, pedestrians, and the townsfolk themselves. Once out of the towns and away from traffic, we proceeded to ride more as the road allowed, and less as the highway signs indicated. This meant that yes, at times we did go fast, and did break the speed limits. However, we did not tailgate, illegally pass, or really do anything irresponsible or anything that could possibly have caused harm to others on the roads.

Why does the rest of the world hate The United States? This could take a while to figure out, and even longer to cover all the variables. It can be summed up in a few simple points though. Of course, if you believe the drivel about people hating us because of our freedom, then you may as well quit reading now. That's a childish approach at best and one that a majority in this country seem to swallow up whole heartedly. Heaven forbid they should actually hate us for any VALID reasons. Open your mind, think for a change and follow me.

In this day and age of civil rights infringements, corrupt cops and corrupt politicians is it any wonder people are angry?

Yesterday, on my home from work, I was pacing a cop who was travelling his/her usual 90mph "what laws?" speed up the road. I saw the cop pull up behind somebody in the fast lane and tailgate them for several thousand yards before pulling over into the slow lane and passing them on the right to continue on their high speed drive home. The few, the special, the cops.

Once upon a time there was a playground in western Maryland that could be enjoyed by all. It was wonderful place full of wilderness and adventure. It was a good place to ride your mountain bike, your dirt bike, your horse, your 4 wheeler or just hike by foot. It was a place where everybody got along and shared the trails. It was a great place to go and spend an entire Sunday just enjoying the natural beauty of the terrain and the well maintained trails through the wilderness.

A friend and I were riding not long ago. We were following some fat white haired misfit riding an overpriced "custom" cookie cutter hog with no rear suspension and a rear tire wider than the Mississippi. His style is his own choice, I won't begrudge him that. The thing that set off the dweeb alarm in my head was the way he was riding. As a car approached from the opposite direction, he moved clear over to the far right hand side of the road and even crossed the white line. At first, I thought he was pulling over to allow my friend and I to pass. But that wasn't the case. He was simply moving over as far as he could to avoid the car approaching him, even though the car was clearly in it's own lane and not posing much of a threat to us. After the car passed, he moved to the very center of the road and stuck like glue to the yellow line.. well, more like a weaving wandering string of glue. He repeated the manuever with every passing car. I would have really like to pass him, but I was afraid of what his next move might be, so I stayed put to watch the freak show. Then when he turned off the road, he almost came to a complete stop and was afraid to lean his bike over to negotiate the turn. All I could do was shake my head and watch the once proud tradition of motorcycling be soiled by this incompetent asshat.

Back in the early 1980s, when I had my summers off, I'd go riding all summer. There were lots of places to ride. I couldn't cover all the area in a day. Fast forward to today. I can go riding now, and cover just about every trail from Westernport to Frostburg in a day. At first I couldn't put my finger on it. I thought, hey, I must be getting pretty fast. But just yesterday I figured it out. The riding area is shrinking.

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended and/or have high blood pressure, you might not want to read this. Let's play.

Ok, how many of you now what freedom is? Raise your hands. Ok, put your hands down, because you don't have a clue. Yeah that's right. None of you pathetic losers have a clue what freedom is. You might think you know, but you don't. None of you have the tolerance to endure real freedom.

From time to time we will have articles that are not related to pegs or monkeys in any way. Well, I guess politicians are closely related to monkeys....

Here's a rant from LesB

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