eddie

I'll help with stuffing packets/registration

Please put me on the list.

If only there were a 950 cc (or so) enduro type bikes - that weighed close to 400 lbs. You'd think someone would make something like that.

We had a fatality on a street ride about 3 miles east of the CALFire Rincon station on the 76. We waited 30 minutes for help.

In. Andrea is such a badass.

Call me when you're back. It'll be great to ride with you again. I'm hoping my learning curve isn't as sharp as the first time.

Are you home?????

After some time out after a street get off, I am back in the saddle. After torturing myself about it for 6 months, I picked this up last Friday. See ya'll out there.

I'm in discussions with a guy selling a '14 500 EXC. He tells me he got it from someone who crashed and broke their arm so got rid of it. Haven't seen it yet, but I'm wondering if any of the miscreants on this site have knowledge of the bike and how badly is was wadded up after the crash. Bike currently has +/-2800 miles on it. PM me if you have any information - Thanks! Effin Eddie

The smile hasn't changed.

There's a penalty for failure

Nice. I'm in the market for a 500.

Glad to see you're riding!

From John Hermann: What were you doing on April Fool’s Day thirty eight years ago? I know. I was riding my beautiful silver smoke BMW 90S. I’d recruited a friend on a Kawasaki Z1, another on a Honda Four, and a third on a Suzuki 1100, to go for a ride out Wildcat Canyon. We started from Bob’s Big Boy on El Cajon Blvd. They were leading. Just north of the dip, I saw them go off the road. Then I saw why. A red Datsun pickup was headed straight for me. It didn’t deviate until it hit me and knocked me and the 90 S down. The Datsun driver got out with a piece of pipe that he swung at my Bell Star helmet, yelling, “Get off the reservation.” Eventually, my three friends returned and we limped back to civilization. In January of the following year, we finally got the driver in court, where he muttered constantly, “I’ll get you.” That left me hesitant to ride Wildcat Canyon, that great escape from city roads, until a BMW club rider said, “Come on. We’ll all go. You’ll be safe with us.” So now,thirty eight years later, I need all the help I can get to keep me safe through Wildcat Canyon on Sunday, April 3. We’ll depart from Giovanni’s about 9:30, make a pit stop at Dudley’s about 10:30, over Mesa Grande and down to Bate’s Nut Farm about 11:45, then celebrate at San Diego BMW Motorcycles for BBQ.

A low miles, gently used SE. I'd love one, but it's like a unicorn.