The dirt bike Gambler song ua-cam.com/video/CMCP-w4aFgc/v-deo.html Ya gotta know when to Braaap! it Know when to clutch slap it Know when to brake slide in know to get on the gas again Gotta know when to unweight it Know when to panic rev save it Know how to control crash ride Know when to rear steer slide Ya gotta count your Money Or borrow from your Honey To keep them parts a come'un And have more motorcycle fun So never stop yer Braaapin' Keep haulin' ass a happenin' So lay down your knobby rubber Don't knock up a Hottie Mother Spend all your motorcycle ca$h For going faster than the crash ~Gasser Classic~
So glad to be retired whacking weeds with the KTM, not mowing & whacking weeds in Hawaii anymore. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Old Geezer Riders Top Ten 10. Some aches an pains 9. It hurts when I don't ride 8. I've lost total injury counts 7. They said I was knocked out 6. First to break was Collar bone 5. I can still pull in the clutch lever 4. I can still kick start with that knee 3. Broken arms? been there done that 2. Don't laugh or cough with broken ribs 1. Within three weeks, I was riding again ~Gasser Classic~ ua-cam.com/video/1qsa4g50tM4/v-deo.html
Not too old to ride… just too old to kick start… magic button is amazing! Almost 70 on a KTM 350, when I’m feeling my oats. On a TW200 when I’m feeling sensible. 🍻😎🏴☠️
Top Ten why Old Riders never die 1. Too badass ornery for death 2. Most older geezers ride solo 3. Ride faster than death can go 4. The faster they go the safer it is 5. Can’t die tailgate BS bench racing 6. Their not on any proscription meds 7. Been there, passing death in the dust 8. They ride at deaths speeds all the time 9. They can ride faster than deaths crashes 10. Those that died, were happily on the gas ~Gasser Classic~
Off the beaten path is where I like to ride ua-cam.com/video/JMawo1sDFoE/v-deo.html Top Ten No Trails tips 10. Learn ride in the nasty rocks 9. Pick bad lines over good lines 8. Make any bad lines look easy 7. Clutch and throttle Chanceum' 6. Ride where no one has ridden 5. Pound gears and suspensions 4. Ride faster than crash speeds 3. Full throttle to full brake lockup 2. Pitch it sideways roost out hard 1. Go faster than second guessing ~Gasser Classic~
Age > You are in the middle of freshening up your MX motorcycle in your shop: doing a top end job, putting in a new piston and rings. You are hot and sweaty, covered in grease, dirt and stink of solvents. You have your old shop clothes on. You know the outfit -- surfer shorts with the hole in the crotch, old 1985 Mauna Kea 200 Rider T-shirt with stains from benchracen' beer spills, and having two deferent sizes of slaps on. Right in the middle of this rebuild project you realize you need to run to Kiser Motorcycle's for parts. Depending on your age you might do the following: In your 20s: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because, you never know, you just might score with one of the hottie parts girls that work there. And yes, you once went to school with the pretty girl that worked at the local BSA dealership parts counter. In your 30s: Stop what you are doing, put on clean surfer shorts and 808 MX T-shirt. Change your slaps to Nike shoes. You married a hot motorcycle riding chick, so no need for much else. Wash your grimy two stroke oily hands and comb your thick hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the Castor oil two stroke smell. The cute foxy girl running the parts counter is the kid sister of someone you Motocrossed and off road raced with. In your 40s: Stop what you are doing. Put on a faded Mauna Kea 200 T-shirt from many years back that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your surfer shorts. Put on SIDI Motard boots and a MSR hat to cover your balding head. Wash your beat out calloused hands. Your bottle of Brute is almost empty, so don't waste any of it on a trip to Kiser's. Check yourself in the mirror and do more stomach sucking in than muscle flexing. The hot young thing behind the parts counter is your daughter's age and you feel weird about thinking she's a hot hooter motorcycle parts chick you once lusted after. In your 50s: Stop what you are doing. Put on a hat to cover the few hairs on your bald head. Wipe the grease off your hands onto your last good white Mauna Kea 200 finishers T-shirt. Change your worn out greasy slaps because you don't want to get your new jacked up 4WD Dodge dully rugs dirty. Check yourself in the mirror and swear not to wear that mildew rotted MK 200 T-shirt anymore because it magnifies your benchracein’ beer gut. The cutie behind the Kiser parts counter smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember -- the hat you have on is from Hilo Suzuki, and you began benchrace apologizing like a total Kauai Hare & Hound wannabe ass. In your 60s: Stop what you are doing. No need for a bald head hat any more. Ware your greasy blown out duct taped slaps. The mirror was shattered when a jet needle circlip flipped off and hit it when you were in your 50s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your well used North Shore surfer shorts. The new "all out age" pierced tattooed hottie running the Kiser parts counter may be cute but you don't have your trifocal glasses on, so you're not sure. In your 70s: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Kiser motorcycles until the drug store has your 20 prescriptions ready. Don't even notice the heels are worn gone on your Chinese Wall*Mart slaps. The new young scantly clad low tank top cleavage exposing hottie in Daisy Dukes at the parts counter stares at you and sez, "holy shit your still riding?". In your 80s: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you need to go to Kiser’s for new knobby tires and a hottie fix, but have that pit stop senior moment, and Go to Al's MotoWurk's instead and end up drinken’ beer with the mechanics and start bullshit benchracein’ the rest of the day away. You wander around trying to remember whose beer cooler you are looking for. Then you trusted a fart, and it was a loud stinky gasser, and thought someone called your name. In your 90s & beyond: You say screw this getting old shit and go back to Kiser Motorcycle’s and see their new knockout looking Bikini clad sales babe, buy the baddest fastest production racing super bike with license plates that Honda makes and go out and rip around the Big Island every day and live happily ever after...got to love them hottie parts chicks, the’ll keep ya up and running. ~Gasser~~~Go fast take chances~
Way to hit the trails the correct way! Thanks for being an inspiration - The best thing for your mind is to BRAAAAP!
The dirt bike Gambler song
ua-cam.com/video/CMCP-w4aFgc/v-deo.html
Ya gotta know when to Braaap! it
Know when to clutch slap it
Know when to brake slide in
know to get on the gas again
Gotta know when to unweight it
Know when to panic rev save it
Know how to control crash ride
Know when to rear steer slide
Ya gotta count your Money
Or borrow from your Honey
To keep them parts a come'un
And have more motorcycle fun
So never stop yer Braaapin'
Keep haulin' ass a happenin'
So lay down your knobby rubber
Don't knock up a Hottie Mother
Spend all your motorcycle ca$h
For going faster than the crash
~Gasser Classic~
Your new nick name should be “weed wacker” .. I was laughing the entire time. Very unique lines! Great to see you all riding.
So glad to be retired whacking weeds with the KTM, not mowing & whacking weeds in Hawaii anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Old Geezer Riders Top Ten
10. Some aches an pains
9. It hurts when I don't ride
8. I've lost total injury counts
7. They said I was knocked out
6. First to break was Collar bone
5. I can still pull in the clutch lever
4. I can still kick start with that knee
3. Broken arms? been there done that
2. Don't laugh or cough with broken ribs
1. Within three weeks, I was riding again
~Gasser Classic~
ua-cam.com/video/1qsa4g50tM4/v-deo.html
Not too old to ride… just too old to kick start… magic button is amazing!
Almost 70 on a KTM 350, when I’m feeling my oats.
On a TW200 when I’m feeling sensible. 🍻😎🏴☠️
Top Ten why Old Riders never die
1. Too badass ornery for death
2. Most older geezers ride solo
3. Ride faster than death can go
4. The faster they go the safer it is
5. Can’t die tailgate BS bench racing
6. Their not on any proscription meds
7. Been there, passing death in the dust
8. They ride at deaths speeds all the time
9. They can ride faster than deaths crashes
10. Those that died, were happily on the gas
~Gasser Classic~
I'm already to 55...surprised i made it this far...I may need to shift over to the long plan. :-\
5:35 LOL. Good times. Way to go getting off the beaten path.
Off the beaten path is where I like to ride
ua-cam.com/video/JMawo1sDFoE/v-deo.html
Top Ten No Trails tips
10. Learn ride in the nasty rocks
9. Pick bad lines over good lines
8. Make any bad lines look easy
7. Clutch and throttle Chanceum'
6. Ride where no one has ridden
5. Pound gears and suspensions
4. Ride faster than crash speeds
3. Full throttle to full brake lockup
2. Pitch it sideways roost out hard
1. Go faster than second guessing
~Gasser Classic~
heck yeah, man! nice
Not too old to ride but you will still feel old 😅
Age > You are in the middle of freshening up your MX motorcycle in your shop: doing a top end job, putting in a new piston and rings. You are hot and sweaty, covered in grease, dirt and stink of solvents. You have your old shop clothes on. You know the outfit -- surfer shorts with the hole in the crotch, old 1985 Mauna Kea 200 Rider T-shirt with stains from benchracen' beer spills, and having two deferent sizes of slaps on. Right in the middle of this rebuild project you realize you need to run to Kiser Motorcycle's for parts.
Depending on your age you might do the following:
In your 20s: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because, you never know, you just might score with one of the hottie parts girls that work there. And yes, you once went to school with the pretty girl that worked at the local BSA dealership parts counter.
In your 30s: Stop what you are doing, put on clean surfer shorts and 808 MX T-shirt. Change your slaps to Nike shoes. You married a hot motorcycle riding chick, so no need for much else. Wash your grimy two stroke oily hands and comb your thick hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the Castor oil two stroke smell. The cute foxy girl running the parts counter is the kid sister of someone you Motocrossed and off road raced with.
In your 40s: Stop what you are doing. Put on a faded Mauna Kea 200 T-shirt from many years back that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your surfer shorts. Put on SIDI Motard boots and a MSR hat to cover your balding head. Wash your beat out calloused hands. Your bottle of Brute is almost empty, so don't waste any of it on a trip to Kiser's. Check yourself in the mirror and do more stomach sucking in than muscle flexing. The hot young thing behind the parts counter is your daughter's age and you feel weird about thinking she's a hot hooter motorcycle parts chick you once lusted after.
In your 50s: Stop what you are doing. Put on a hat to cover the few hairs on your bald head. Wipe the grease off your hands onto your last good white Mauna Kea 200 finishers T-shirt.
Change your worn out greasy slaps because you don't want to get your new jacked up 4WD Dodge dully rugs dirty. Check yourself in the mirror and swear not to wear that mildew rotted MK 200 T-shirt anymore because it magnifies your benchracein’ beer gut. The cutie behind the Kiser parts counter smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember -- the hat you have on is from Hilo Suzuki, and you began benchrace apologizing like a total Kauai Hare & Hound wannabe ass.
In your 60s: Stop what you are doing. No need for a bald head hat any more. Ware your greasy blown out duct taped slaps. The mirror was shattered when a jet needle circlip flipped off and hit it when you were in your 50s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your well used North Shore surfer shorts.
The new "all out age" pierced tattooed hottie running the Kiser parts counter may be cute but you don't have your trifocal glasses on, so you're not sure.
In your 70s: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Kiser motorcycles until the drug store has your 20 prescriptions ready. Don't even notice the heels are worn gone on your Chinese Wall*Mart slaps. The new young scantly clad low tank top cleavage exposing hottie in Daisy Dukes at the parts counter stares at you and sez, "holy shit your still riding?".
In your 80s: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you need to go to Kiser’s for new knobby tires and a hottie fix, but have that pit stop senior moment, and Go to Al's MotoWurk's instead and end up drinken’ beer with the mechanics and start bullshit benchracein’ the rest of the day away. You wander around trying to remember whose beer cooler you are looking for. Then you trusted a fart, and it was a loud stinky gasser, and thought someone called your name.
In your 90s & beyond: You say screw this getting old shit and go back to Kiser Motorcycle’s and see their new knockout looking Bikini clad sales babe, buy the baddest fastest production racing super bike with license plates that Honda makes and go out and rip around the Big Island every day and live happily ever after...got to love them hottie parts chicks, the’ll keep ya up and running.
~Gasser~~~Go fast take chances~
@@gastonbelanger5346 haha 😆
Howzit gasser! Stay safe!! Aloha!
Show off!
My way of staying out of the Valley Fever spore dust