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1st detector I had was a Fisher F5 and somehow I started calling it my fish stick :icon_scratch:
Well.... Better then this!!

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Now if you were to live north of the 49th parallel. Better known as the Great White North. Or CANADA 🇨🇦 🍁.

You could sit back and relax today and enjoy the holiday, called Boxing Day.

History of this day:

This custom is linked to an older British tradition in which the servants of the wealthy were allowed the next day to visit their families since they would have had to serve their masters on Christmas Day. The employers would give each servant a box to take home containing gifts, bonuses, and sometimes leftover food.

Modern tradition is the following:
Get to the mall or store for the Boxing Day Sales.

Now this has turned into:
Boxing Week sales.🤣

How times have changed from the lowly peon getting a box of table scraps. To the modern day version of materialistic wants and needs.
Bastille day!! Celebration of bastilles!!!!:laughing7:

 

And... I am related to William the conqueror only a bit Norman am I
I'm enough Irish to become an Irish citizen which I'm working on. Some rule of grandparents being from Ireland.
A friend of my dads called be a Celt...
 

Had a Honda 68 CL350 in the early eighties. Rode that puppy to/from work in the snow a couple times.
Later an 83(?) Honda CB500-4.

Weigh to heavy (pun intended) for thoughts of 2 stroke trails.
Both ridden on dirt when/where required.

Rode the former railroad grade a couple times on borrowed Harley dirt bikes.
Owner wiped out behind me one day on the whoop de doo's and I had to lift his bike off him.
Metal and well toothed foot peg had punched behind his shin bone. Looked like a shotgun slug hole. He rode the same bike to the doctor.
He bought Harley Sprints and flipped (fix up and sell) them. We never ran one of them for some reason.
Love hearing the old bike stories and the level of riders within the chat group. For the first in 50 yrs I’m bikeless. Sold the 06 Softail almost 2 yr ago. Here’s the last pic of me winter 2017 headed to work a state away because my vehicles were broke 😂 ❄️ 28F' and the coldest I ever wanted to ride
 

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Love hearing the old bike stories and the level of riders within the chat group. For the first in 50 yrs I’m bikeless. Sold the 06 Softail almost 2 yr ago. Here’s the last pic of me winter 2017 headed to work a state away because my vehicles were broke 😂 🥶
I miss it.
Quit when a couple hours a day commute was the norm and unwilling partner on the rides.

A poor man on that first bike. Married with a wife and kid at a rented home banging on the table with forks and knives.

Learned a lot about it though.
Put thermostat wire on it for points wire . Cereal box gaskets ect..

Old timer at the gas station would hold a rag under the nozzle so not to drip on the dented tanks serpentine custom paint from a former owner while I sat on the bike.
He'd dismiss my telling him not to worry about it.
A full tank was around 35 cents. Which I seldom had . (Both a full tank , or 35 cents.)
 

After a productive day of avoiding any work.
I managed to accomplish a couple of pictures.
We've been taking the Max out everyday for a walk around the Sugarbush lanes.
I plowed everything on Christmas Eve morning again.
The plan was shop, down the back hill up into the field. Max stopped for a long sniff, I threw the stick I had and he ran to get it.
We started to walk around the the corner of the treed circle in the field.
Porcupine! Max came a running, the Mrs yelled treat! Max skidded to a stop.
Another save!
I got the leash hooked up and it was a case of try to convince a 90 lb Max he couldn't go and check that prickly looking critter out.
I guess he's on the leash till we know it's gone.
Oh ya the bird photo. Meet our Mr & Mrs Cardinal

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I miss it.
Quit when a couple hours a day commute was the norm and unwilling partner on the rides.

A poor man on that first bike. Married with a wife and kid at a rented home banging on the table with forks and knives.

Learned a lot about it though.
Put thermostat wire on it for points wire . Cereal box gaskets ect..

Old timer at the gas station would hold a rag under the nozzle so not to drip on the dented tanks serpentine custom paint from a former owner while I sat on the bike.
He'd dismiss my telling him not to worry about it.
A full tank was around 35 cents. Which I seldom had . (Both a full tank , or 35 cents.)
great story RC
 

I forgot a bike or 2. My dad had a Bridgestone 90, I rode it a lot, a 2 stroke street bike. I wish i still had it. I had a Honda Nighthawk 650 shaft drive for a few months... engine seized.
hmmm hadn't heard of a Bridgestone bike
 

You know it's too cold to ride when you have to slide your hands off the grips because your fingers won't un-curl.
Haha Yeah! I had 2 pr of gloves on that day. Nothing heated on that bike except for the motor. Would change hands keeping them close to the head covers to stay warm. Thankful my buddy had just give me his winter leathers that year.
 

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