mervin

aha virago not my forte i am afraid, how about kawasaki they did a 450 ltd at one time here 500 vulcan sems to be the nearest i can see now http://www.kawasaki.com/Products/detail.aspx?id=219 merv

have you bought the bike yet? which model are you looking at RD250, XS250? how about a RD400 bit more go same size bike or an xs 400 more modern we had 4 cylinder 400,s here an fz or something like that, the japanese market was a good place for 400,s and a lot were exported secondhand my son has a 400 suzuki bandit 60 bhp not over heavy. or a modern trail bike, they are light and perform well mch m,ore suiteable ridng position for the older person (not sprawled across the tank with clip ons) Merv

A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds an assignment: To get their parent to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. Ashley said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs got broken." "What's the morale of that story?" asked the teacher. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket!" "Very good," said the teacher. Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, "Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is, 'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched'." "That was a fine story Sarah." "Michael, do you have a story to share?" "Yes. My daddy told me this story about my Aunty Sharon. Aunty Sharon was a flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands." "Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?" "Stay the f**k away from Aunty Sharon when she's been drinking."

4L0 = 350 4L1=250 lc built around 1980/81 go to www.yamaha-rd.com they wil help you with more info merv

i beleive hand held gps receivers wil do the same if yuo can beg, steal, borrow, or even buy one of them and tape it to your handlebars that will tell you merv

the c model had a thinner chrome trim that went right around the back of the seat and no tail plastic Drewpy that looks like a good job mate, will have to remember that next time i want some trims, here it is

i think i need to say it again with a little help from the tea ladies and cleaners at a local factory

Happy prosperous and a safe new year to you all, and happy hogmanay to those north of the border Merv

Al shall not forget ya in a hurry mate the kind guy who posted me a panel to ge the colour for my red 400, hope i get back to your part of scotland again one day to meet you. Happy hogmanay Merv

I think not unfortunately after Tony Halls death the website said they were looking for someone to take the company on but then the website just dissapeared, Merv mikes xs in the states do em though http://www.mikesxs.net/mikesxs-electrical....category_id=2.2

nah i wanna mint H1 kawasaki :lol: :lol:

Well happy christmas too you too Andy, oh this is what he cat thought of Christmas when i would not let him at the turkey merv

well Rd coffin tank switch has yha315 written underneath,is the switch painted black? if not i have a feeling it maybe a FS1E switch, update, looking on ebay the fissy switch does not have the combined indy/dip/horn together merv

Seems familiar that number will llook at my RD in a minute, does it have a push to cancel indicator switch? or do you need to centre it again to cancel, merv

A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse. His buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?" That's easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment." So, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse. "A female horth." So he shows him a prized filly. "Nith lookin' horth. Can I thee her eyeth?" So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over. "Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth?" So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears. "Nith earzth, can I see her mouf? " The rancher is gettin' pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth. "Nice mouf, can I see her twot"? Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's twot, pulls him out and slams him on the ground. The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephwase that; can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?"

Could the Home Secretary explain to me how biometric checks on iris Patterns and fingerprints are going to help keep tabs on Muslim cleric Abu Hamsa. --------------- The government tells us that we are eating too many pies and dying of heart disease, then in the next breath they're telling us we are living too long and there'll be no more pension money left for us. I wish they'd make their bloody minds up. --------------- 'Alton Towers - Where the magic never ends', or so the commercial says. Imagine my disappointment when it closed at 7.30. --------------- I am married to a Taiwanese lady, and people often ask me if she was a mail-order bride. I find this very insensitive. The Royal Mail lose around 2 million letters and parcels each year, and to suggest that I would trust the delivery of my wife to them is insulting in the extreme. She was sent by DHL next day delivery. ----------------- The record companies would have us believe that the money made by CD Pirates goes to fund the drug industry. But the money rock stars make from legal record sales ends up in exactly the same place. When they stop breaking the law, so will I. -------------------- Peter Andre might look smug in all his wedding pictures, but I'd just like to remind him that, as a Playboy reader, I have seen his wife's m*nge. He hasn't seen my wife's, so who's had the last laugh? ------------------------ My friend's mum recently pointed out that I have the same ironing board cover as her. Can anyone think of a more mundane and pointless remark to make than this? ------------------------ I'LL never understand my neighbour. He has recently started wheel-clamping his own caravan when he finds he has inadvertently parked it in his own drive! I wonder if he is a sadist, a masochist or both. -------------------------- Did anyone else feel that Mel Gibson's remake of the classic Life of Brian wasn't anywhere near as funny as the original? ---------------------------- On the BBC website, I read with interest that some scientists in Australia have discovered the smallest fish known to exist. They've obviously never been to the Britannia Chippy on the Gloucester Road. --------------------- Hats off to the American police. They arrive at Michael Jackson's Neverland ranch to arrest him a mere six months after he admits climbing into bed with young boys on worldwide TV. Perhaps they should get some faster cars. ----------------------- HOW come rap artist Dr. Dre can use the 'N' word on his multi-million selling albums and win a MOBO award, yet when I used it at my son's football match I was asked to leave the park? Once again, it's one law for the rich and another for the poor. -------------------------- The government says that there are nearly 50,000 people with HIV in Britain, a third of whom do not even know that they have it. Is it just me, or is it a bit harsh that the government know and haven't told the poor sods? ------------------------ Never mind ventriloquists like Keith Harris and Roger DeCourcey. What about Professor Stephen Hawking? I saw him on telly blathering on about galaxies for hours and I never saw his lips move once. Genius. ------------------------ With reference to that series "Manhunt" where ex-Special Forces soldiers try to hunt down Andy McNab. Why don't the producers include a couple of Iraqis in the hunting team? They found the tw*t quickly enough the last time he played hide and seek with them. ------------------------- Hats off to the witty burglars who stole my entire CD collection with the exception of "There is Nothing Left to Lose" by the Foo Fighters. I hope that when sentencing, the judge takes into account their splendid sense of humour. ------------------------ I see on the news that Lord Hutton says he is "satisfied that David Kelly took his own life". He may not have liked Dr. Kelly that much, but isn't this taking gloating just a little too far? ------------------------- I was extremely saddened to hear of Richard Whiteley's recent death. But I was cheered to imagine his life support machine making the famous Countdown "da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da! Booooooo!" sound as he took his final breaths. ---------------- I never worry about the destination when I'm going on holiday. My dad is Iranian and my mum is Irish, so I spend most of the time in customs. ----------------- What's all this nonsense about that 66-year-old Romanian woman being the world's oldest mum? My mum's 77. Beat that. _________________

Seems like the powers that be want to bring in speed limiters and other things to take some of the control of bikes out of the riders hands, not good i think, if you object please sign the mulhouse decleration http://campaign.publicaffairsbriefing.co.u...1f-8f18b73ecd92 A clip from the MAG website EVSC - ISA - No To Throttle Control - No To Control MAG re launches its 2001 campaign to oppose the compulsory fitment to privately owned vehicles of any device designed to arbitrarily remove control from the driver to remote operation and asks all vehicle users to sign the Mulhouse Declaration. MAG President Ian Mutch was emphatic about the issue. "Let's keep this one simple, we don't want it, not today not tomorrow not ever." Withdrawing control from the rider is fundamentally what MAG was set up to oppose. Motorcycling is about fun and freedom and control, your hand on your throttle, your decision. If people abuse that control and fall foul of the law then that is a different issue but when technology is deployed to directly control motorcycles then a big line is crossed and MAG knows exactly which side of that line it stands on. Withdrawing control from the rider is fundamentally what MAG was set up to oppose. This is ultimately a philosophic issue, it’s not just about safety, it’s about what sort of society we want to live in. MAG says, “We don’t want to live in a society with the level of control which ISA can make possible and we intend to get more votes for our point of view than the safety zealots get for theirs. MAG’s Director of Public Affairs Trevor Baird recently rode a prototype motorcycle fitted with ISA technology which was developed by the University of Leeds, the Department for Transport and MIRA (Motor Industry Research Association).

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Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my packed lunch and filled a Thermos, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the back of the Range Rover, let the dog into the backseat,and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing at least 40 knots. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the forecast was bad for the rest of the day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that

4th seat now never had any real probs except when the missus drove a toledo into 3 feet of flood water that f***ed the engine when it sucked in a load of water, canna blame the car for that, did north devon to fleet services to portsmouth to calne and back too north devon in some pretty atrocious weather last july about 3/400 miles in one dayand it never missed a beat,

Nowt wrong with that apart from being a ford, ok if you like that kinda of thing i prefer me Seat Leon Merv

The SAS, the Paras and the Police decide to go on a survival weekend together to see who comes out on top. After some basic exercises the trainer tells them that their next objective is to go down into the woods and catch a rabbit, returning with it ready to skin and cook. Night falls. First up - the SAS. They don infrared goggles, drop to the ground and crawl into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes, followed by the unmistakable muffled "phut-phut" of their trademark silenced double-tap. They emerge with a large rabbit shot cleanly between the eyes. "Excellent!" remarks the trainer. Next up - the Para's. They finish their cans of lager, smear themselves with camouflage cream, fix bayonets and charge down into the woods, screaming at the top of their lungs. For the next hour the woods ring with the sound of rifle and machine-gun fire, hand grenades, mortar bombs and blood curdling war cries. Eventually they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit. "A bit messy, but you achieved the aim; well done", says the trainer. Lastly, in go the coppers, walking slowly, hands behind backs whistling Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by the occasional crackle of a walkie-talkie "Sierra Lima Whisky Tango Fanta One, suspect headed straight for you..." etc. After what seems an eternity, they emerge escorting a squirrel in handcuffs. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" asks the incredulous trainer, Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit like I asked you five hours ago! So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours, night drags on and turns to day. The next morning, the trainer and the other teams are awakened by the police, still holding the handcuffed squirrel, now covered in bruises with one eye nearly shut. "Are you taking the [wee]!!??" asks the now seriously irate trainer. The police team leader nudges the squirrel, who squeaks: "Alright, alright, I'm a f#ckin' rabbit!"

need a chain saw? better than any disc lock though, wonder how much discount he gets on his insurance?

Phil congrats mate to you and your missus and if you want the 250 aircooled chair outfit i am selling my 250 Merv