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http://members.fortunecity.com/mdc4u/mdc1.htm

Wow!!! LOLOLOL!!!!!! :lol:

(Scroll down a bit to find it)

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The N* looks like it was humped up to 600 hp as well..... Yikes!!! :wacko:

If you really want to make people safe drivers again then simply remove all the safety features from cars. No more seat belts, ABS brakes, traction control, air bags or stability control. No more anything. You'll see how quickly people will slow down and once again learn to drive like "normal" humans.

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The N* looks like it was humped up to 600 hp as well..... Yikes!!!  :wacko:

Marika,

It would seem that "Widow Maker" hardly begins to describe it! Would YOU ride that thing??

Regards,

Warren :D

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Only $209,000

Yeah, but that's in New Zealand dollars. The last time I was there, the exchange was around a 1.65 for one American dollar, so that would be about 127,000$ American at that rate.

Lotsa cash for a fast V-8 bike... ;)

'93 STS.. opened, dropped, wide...fast.

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Only $209,000

Yeah, but that's in New Zealand dollars. The last time I was there, the exchange was around a 1.65 for one American dollar, so that would be about 127,000$ American at that rate.

Lotsa cash for a fast V-8 bike... ;)

How much is that in dog's dollars?? :D

Regards,

Warren

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Only $209,000

Yeah, but that's in New Zealand dollars. The last time I was there, the exchange was around a 1.65 for one American dollar, so that would be about 127,000$ American at that rate.

Lotsa cash for a fast V-8 bike... ;)

How much is that in dog's dollars?? :D

Regards,

Warren

My first thought was to do a conversion to bones...but that's tooo easy... LOL

'93 STS.. opened, dropped, wide...fast.

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Marika,

It would seem that "Widow Maker" hardly begins to describe it! Would YOU ride that thing??

Regards,

Warren :D

Would I ride it? Naaaaaaaah. Would I photograph it in action? Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.... LOL!!

If you really want to make people safe drivers again then simply remove all the safety features from cars. No more seat belts, ABS brakes, traction control, air bags or stability control. No more anything. You'll see how quickly people will slow down and once again learn to drive like "normal" humans.

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Only $209,000

Yeah, but that's in New Zealand dollars. The last time I was there, the exchange was around a 1.65 for one American dollar, so that would be about 127,000$ American at that rate.

Lotsa cash for a fast V-8 bike... ;)

209,995.00 NZD New Zealand Dollars = 136,232.02 USD United States Dollars

1 NZD = 0.648739 USD 1 USD = 1.54145 NZD

Current exchange rate, as of today.

If you really want to make people safe drivers again then simply remove all the safety features from cars. No more seat belts, ABS brakes, traction control, air bags or stability control. No more anything. You'll see how quickly people will slow down and once again learn to drive like "normal" humans.

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Hehe.. any power is enough in a bike. The power/weight ratio is insane even for a 1 liter 4 cylinder with 80hp :) Can you believe some of the 1.3 4 cylinders on the bikes make close to 150hp? (of course that's at 17,000 rpm or something crazy like that, but still).. Why don't they put these in cars? *cough honda s2000*cough*.. I can just imagine a saturn going by me at 12,000 rpm would be funny as hell

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Id still take this over it....V6 power is enough in a Bike. $24k list....brand new one with 4,000 miles for 7k on ebay.

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What is that? If they're really that beautiful, I might have to get one of those.

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Id still take this over it....V6 power is enough in a Bike. $24k list....brand new one with 4,000 miles for 7k on ebay.

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What is that? If they're really that beautiful, I might have to get one of those.

Wow......now that's what I call "art in motion". Gorgeous, simply gorgeous.

If you really want to make people safe drivers again then simply remove all the safety features from cars. No more seat belts, ABS brakes, traction control, air bags or stability control. No more anything. You'll see how quickly people will slow down and once again learn to drive like "normal" humans.

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My favorite "V" powered concept bike is the Viper V-10 powered "Tomahawk". It is truly an engineering masterpiece. For those of you that get the Travel Channel, there is a special this month on concept vehicles featuring this marvel, as well as other four wheeled wonders including the Cadillac V-16, and others. Well worth the watch, if you can find it on again.

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This is a funny story. Read it completely through and try not to cry too hard while you're laughing...

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential

neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!

Little did I suspect ...I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood

with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown

furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in

front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the

road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but

there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close.

I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a

squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the

impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of

themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was

standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast

resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible

second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for,

"Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was

nothing short of spectacular ... as he shot straight up, flew over my

windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest.

Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he

brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack.

Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity.

As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans

this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing

some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a

T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet

residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And

losing.

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed

to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the

left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the

throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there.

It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the

pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have

headed home. No one would have been the wiser.

But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry

squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH !

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with

the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an

amazing impact, he landed squarely on my back and resumed his rather

antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my

left glove with him!

The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were

continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled to say the least.

The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the

throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a

healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist

on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what

the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine

roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in

anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in ... well . I just

plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in

jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn-t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and

roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential

street on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the

squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the

handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant

squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into

somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how

to release the throttle ... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did

manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive

power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient

attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is an evil mutant NAZI

attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my

full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing

in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little

effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on The Dragon maxed out (since I

was not bothering with shifting at the moment) so her front end started to

drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in

jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring

at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail

sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet.

By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the

upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my

helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked

... sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of . so to speak.

Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on

a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some

paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed

in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one

leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody

murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade

directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle

under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum

braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a

busy cross street. I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove

back).

I really would have. Really. Except for two things. First, the cops did not

seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When

I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide

open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk

into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who

had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street and was aiming a

riot shotgun at his own police car. So the cops were not interested in me.

They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one

thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of

foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the

squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one

dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol

car ... but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off

of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood I decided it was best to

just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And some Band-Aids.

If you really want to make people safe drivers again then simply remove all the safety features from cars. No more seat belts, ABS brakes, traction control, air bags or stability control. No more anything. You'll see how quickly people will slow down and once again learn to drive like "normal" humans.

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