- Jan 1, 2001
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Mmmmm Taco Bell (_8(|)Originally posted by gospeedracer
......McDonald’s or Taco Bell....
I ate semteen taco bell tacos at one time, once. Coulda ate more but we ran out. I could still do it too. If I wanted to. Acourse they were only 29 cents each cuz it was taco tuesday. 1986 it were. Or maybe 85. I rode my 650 seca over to Fartin Martin's house and we had a few cold ones too. I bought that bike for only $1500. Only had 500 miles on it. My 84 KTM 250 busted a crank. Dang fly wheel twisted the shaft plumb off. KTM fised it for free but it took like about a couple of months. So that's when I got my 85 MStar fi hunnert. Then I had three motor cycles at one time. Makin payments on all of 'em I was. And then guess whut happened. That's right, busted my ass on the fi hunnert and spent two entire weeks, I'm talkin fort teen gd days, flat on my back. Man that sucked. But I had me sum purdy good frens and they would come over to visit at night. After they were done drinking at Georges bike shop of course. They'd fill up the trash cans in my room with empty swill cans and clog up the toilet and leave. I didn't care none about the toilet since I was on the ol bed pan anyway. But them nurses, uuggllyy as they were, dint have hardly no sense of humor a tall. Did I ever tell you about Georges bike shop. Well. It was called The Georgetown Cycle Shop. That's because George's name was George and his Mom said he should call it Georgetown. So he did. Anyway George was just an independant shop and he wasn't a dealer or anything. So nat churly I didn't know him until the KTM/Maico/CZ dealer snorted all the profits up his hooter. That was the Motocross & Enduro Shop owned by Pete and some other guys. Before Pete bought the place it was the Motocross & Kart Shop and Bob Morgan owned it. Bob sold the deal to Pete and bought a Kawasaki dealership. Then he went to Sacramento to sell used airplanes. Anyway when Pete went toes up, George got the KTM dealership and since I had a 1980 KTM I finally met up with George since I neede a piston and some rings. Well George saw the sad condition that my ride was in and suggested I get me a new KTM. Well I had been working a new job out at "THE BASE" and I was makin a whopin $7.60 an hour as a janitor. So I said WTF and got me the 84 250 MXC. I like that bike a lot. I started thinkin I was fast so I thought I better do some racin. The ADRA (Arizona Desert Racing Association) was going strong back then so I started going to some races in Arizona. Most were fun but it seems I was spending quite a bit of money in the cowboy bars in Albuquerque. Being that I was single and my janitorin job was from 1:00PM till 9:30 I had plenty of time for the night life. I met me some outstanding wimmin too. I don't think they would say the same about me but that's all water under the bridge now. Then I really cut a fat hog in the ass and got in a training program out at "THE BASE". Got into thermal batteries I did. Started in the basement and moved right on up to the first floor in no time at all. So the racin and partyin only got better. Course the hours were now 8 to 5 so I came in not feelin to good from time to time. Well that darn KTM broke (crankshaft doncha know) and the coolest event of the year was coming up and me with no ride. So I did the only thing I could do and bought the fi hunnert Maico (I know I said it was an MStar but the old timers will know what I'm talking about). The that darn Lee Carmody's son won a 650 seca in some radio contest and they had it over at Georgetown to sell. They said the wanted $1500 but I had been seeing it there for a long time. I had been needing a street bike to go TT racin with the guys. You know what TT racin is right? Tavern to Tavern! So we called up Lee late one night and I told George to offer him $1000. Well George held the phone away from his ear and I could hear Lee screaming on the other end of the phone. "Tell that bald-headed-mexican wes baca sub beetch that I'd rather roll that toilet off a bridge into the Rio Grande than let it go for a $1000!" So I gave him $1500. Then one night me and George went TT racin and one of the places we ended up was "The Sandia Inn". Now in case you don't know, the Sandia Inn was a kind of an old country crowd. I'm talkin as old as I am now! So we walked in and were scopin out the crowd when all of a sudden some guy sittin in a booth grabbed me by the arm and jerked me down into the booth. Before I even knew what was happin in, George was about to throw down old the old dude. Then I noticed it was my Dad! We said "well I'll be GD'd, what the heck are you doin here Heavy." Heavy is what my ol man goes by. He tol us "yer boyzh munyshhno good tnite. whucha drinchin?" Well then I got lubed up purty good and George told me to go and ask some gal to dance. So I did. She told me "NO!" So George asked and she said "okayyyy". Dang shop owners get all the 'tang. Anyhoo I sold all three of them rides in 86 when I busted myself up. That was the Stoooopidist thing I ever did. On second thought, it was the second stupidest thing. I'm still living the 1st stoopist thing but that's a totally nuther story. George went out o bitness in maybe about 91 or so. Man that was a dark day for all of us regulars. We were purdy much lost. Cuz not only did his shop close, but George moved to Aztec to work the maintenance shops at the Navajo Mine. Then he got some schoolin and got in to management and shipped out to indonesia. He totally dissapeared for a few years. But guess what. he's back.
Anyway, I was just about to ask you, what's the hurry anyway.
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