C5 Golfer

First soft then went to hard boots. Love burritos with Kirin Ichiban

You don't mention a price range but assuming you might want value and not new. One place to look would be the Lexus Certified pre-owned line. If you want mileage and comfort and superb reliability go with a used ES 300 or 330 -- if you buy a certified pre-owned from Lexus, it come with a 100K warranty-- I did say "comes with" the car from Lexus. Not one of those $1500 warranties you buy and then it never covers anything that goes wrong. My girlfriend has a lease returned ES300 perfect in and out- paid $28K for it and it is like having a new car except it comes with more warranty than a new one. Then if you want mobility go with the RX300 or 330 - I have 63K on mine and never had anything done except service. If you want speed and great mileage go with a C5 Corvette -, Mileage might suprise you-- 26mpg on the highway plus will get you there in comfort and quick. Damn quick I might add. Very reliable too. Additional advantage of Lexus or Corvette - resale value is quite high..:)

Jack, one of the few times I have to disagree with you. In my opinion it comes down to what the word commitment means to the husband and wife. That begins with how each one was broght up and thus defining the meaning of commitment. I know some guys who even if it was witnessed by 100 of thier friends he'd turn his back in a heartbeat if there was something better in that moment. :(

Enzo i like the way you think... a 2006 model is already in my plans. Don't think it is a good idea to buy the first model year. My girlfriend wants my red C5 when I buy the C6. I do not think it fits her finger. .:D :D Re: the other posts.. I am so suprised with the feedback... I am impressed with all the positive comments about their wives. Would it not make a great show like an Ophra W show to have us on there. Common interest plus everyone loves their wives/girlfriends. It does make sense to divert the ring $$$ into a house or 401(k) and throttle back on the cost of the ring. Bumpyride-- I cry out in joy too if my girlfriend took me to the Chevy dealer - her jewelry store equiv. - and let me get fitted for a C6 and bought it for me.

Nothing on order - Nothing coming - Nothing bought -- except a new liners for my AF600s. My car I bought off of Ebay a couple of months ago was this years ride. Pretty happy with my main rides TD2s on - Volkl 178 and Coiler AM 177. I am thinking the only board I'd like to add is a Prior 181 WCR but we'll see how it demos in Dec.

I was wondering how y'all feel about an engagement ring cost -- like 10,000 to 25,000 bucks and we buy this showing our love and giving it to her and we get nothing in monetary value in return. If she is working why can't we ask for a golf club membership or car or something.. why can't we get equal treatment here specially if she works and makes good money. What is the deal here, can it ever change? I'd be willing to bet if we as men asked for something in return of equal value there would be less marriages. :D :D

and Meadows gets some snow -- how many riders do you think we could get together for a Fri - or Sat ride???

I went shopping this weekend and bought some new black courduroy pants... brushed them all day long while in front of my computer designing a bunch of stuff that pays for my car and golf and snowboard habit... gotta retire again soon. Found car number 5 yesterday but no place to store it so I did not buy it. nice thing about clubs and snowboards - don't take up much room.:D

Wondering what percentage of all of you heat mold your liners or just ridem as they are?

My 1980 280SL Mercedes- 130mph My 1998 C5 Corvette 135mph A while back - my 1968 fuggly red beat up Chevy Suburban 4X4 4 speed manual tranny, which I installed a LT1 350 motor - 120mph - it was quite a sleeper. Funny thing about the Red C5, which I bought new, is about a week after I picked it up I was driving home one night on I-90 going about 70 mph in a 60 zone and all the sudden there was blue flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I pull over and wait for the guy to come to the window. He was a sharply dressed younger WSP smiling "How you doing?" I said "Fine , it is a nice night for a drive" He said back" Gotcha clocked doing 70 back there, which is not too bad in a car like this!" I said with a smile " thanks" He then said " I wanted to be sure it wasn't stolen, plus I haven't seen one of these yet and just wanted to take a look at it up close, have a good night"

The top speed of a lot of bikes was good to see.. my Corvette beats 98% of them... :D Holy Crap Bat Man-- !!!!!! what a can of worms I just opened.....

Art, The link doesn't seem to work.. what are the dates?

And Chryslers too!:D

Why try to bash the story - accept it for what was the intent of the storyteller. Who cares if the speed is possibly off by 15%? If he were to crash at 150 he'd be as dead if crashed at 205 mph. If he hit an innocent bystander or vehicle it still would not matter too much. Bottom line is the ticket was written with 205 mph in a 65 which is pretty incredible. ( Now watch as someone says it is off by 16%):D

Sounds like Art is doing double father duty and can't get out to play for a while. Thomas- I can meet you at Echo Falls almost any weekend -- I usually play there most weekends. Handicap is about 11

Dude... did ya even read the first line of the story?????

Do not know if the following story is true but it is possible. I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots! The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too. Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being "behind the power curve". It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it. A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up. Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle...at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine. I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways. Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did. This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close. This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there! Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness...all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway. I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home. As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air. I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that "edge" so frequently required when riding. Little did I suspect... 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 can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the 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, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the 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 twenty 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 maybe 25mph 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 and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off 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 pissed-off squirrel. This was an evil 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 square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social 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 as 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, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph 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 affect 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 a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however. The rpm's on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop. Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out his 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 the 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 one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph 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 directional 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 at a busy cross street. I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser. 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 swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger... That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car... I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood. As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I'll take my chances with the freeway. Every time. And I'll buy myself a new pair of gloves.

We still need to meet at Echo Falls for a golf round... shot a 76 and 78 there recently. Not sure what the total was for the back nine.:D

It is a rare 5 speed manual 1984 SL Mercedes with a 3.0 dual overhead cam straight six. Not many of these were made specially with a 5 speed - I have a 1980 with a 4 speed and a 2.8 L and have always wanted the 5 speed. I believe hese are some of the best cars ever bult by Mercedes and a blast to drive. The more common V8 models like the 560 , 450, 380 are available only with the a sluggish automatic. Not much fun in a sports car.

I just did. I'm a bit nervous buying a car sight unseen except for pictures and a description, 1500 miles away and having it shipped to Seattle and waiting 10-20 days to see if my money was well spent. I think I will drink a lot while I wait.:D ;)

When I was travelling in Iowa last year on I-29 S to Omaha, I saw a small brown info sign that said "Ski Resort, next exit" - We looked around and it was totally flat, not a hill in sight and the sign had no resort name. I am sure this may be the smallest ski resort. Next time I am back I will look into it.

Skiers are like Fords and Snowboarder are like Chevys .. very similar argument don't you agree? So with that said since Chevys are better than Fords then Snowboarders are better than Skiers.. it is that easy.:D

I wonder how the stats would look if you figured in the age of the rider. Being one of the oldest guys on this forum I see the <20year olds doing accident prone moves and stunts, most of the time trying to impress those around them. I am reminded of the idiot who was in front of me on a cat track and suddenly took a right off to the right into the trees only to come right back onto the track while jumping 6 feet into the air off a hidden jump. There was 6-8 people behind me, I had to do a quick turn and almost stopped to miss this guy hitting my head. I don't even think he cared he came so close to hurting a bunch of people. As we get older we get wiser and tend search for an exhilarating ride but a sane one. While some of the young ones tend to search for a higher risk to make an exhilarating ride. Risk = injury

Boy, if you'd have asked before I started the experiment and sealed the time capsule I would have sent it to you free of charge. Check back in Dec they may be available.:D

I took two of my favorite boards. My Volkl 173 Rt which has at this time .72" of camber and my Salomon Freeride 450-171 which has .35" camber and they are now stored for the summer completely flat on the floor in my spare bedroom with a bunch of heavy books located in the center keeping the board flat to the floor. Bet it is the same when I wake them up in Dec. :D