Majesty Update.....

The Majesty and the Guru must have worked pretty well together on Saturday, upholding ITSA honor, and scoring a podium finish at the AMA NATC National at TTC on a bike that has literally only been alive for about twenty hours. He finished third behind Larry Holbert in 1st place and Sheldon Hefler, who took the 2nd position. I asked the Guru about points and he didn't have a clue, he said "Dude, I had lots!"

The Guru also said that the motor, flywheel and jetting were spot on, the only question marks being a bit of a grabby clutch and a little too soft suspension at both ends for the bigger obstacles. But, tomorrow is another day!

They rode twelve sections per loop, a total of three loops, a total of thirty-six sections. He said they were quite technical, and more than a little steep!

Hopefully I can have some info after the Trials tomorrow (Sunday).

L8R
PWA

The Guru's Majesty 290 Yamaha

It sure is pretty, and it's lean at a little less than one-hundred ninety
pounds. Sorry for the shitty pictures. We just had time enough to prop it against a tree and shoot a few pics. It has been a major thrash, built from scratch in about ten days. Nothing fit, nothing worked, and I mean nothing. Everything had to be fabricated or modified. We were literally wrenching on it until we closed the trailer doors and the Guru hit the road.

It is however the turning-est damn thing I've ever ridden, short of a current modern bike. And, that 290 big-bore Yamaha with a fly-wheel weight feels like it'd throw you right up the mountain just fine, thank you very much. But man, does it ever turn. Glory. I only got to cruise it a bit on a couple embankments though, can't wait to ride it in some sections proper.

I'd like to say Thanks to the Trialsrooster for his absolutely fabulous fab
skills!

Oxymoron

According to Websters the definition of oxymoron is, "a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous, seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in “cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.”

Never ever in my wildest nightmares did I ever think that I'd use the words ugly and Shelby Cobra in the same damn sentence. Jeez.....

But, I'm sorry y'all, this is butt ugly to it's core. It looks like a retro Mini-Cooper gone astray. I almost don't even know where to start. That top is merely the tip of the iceberg. Then there is that awful hood scoop to try and fathom. And, once you're past that there are those hideous Chevrolet Corvette wheels for your consideration.

Gag!

Belated Mother's Day

Sam's idea of lawn care is a big bottle of Round Up weed killer. He's like Dirty Harry and his S&W .44 Magnum with the stuff. He figures if it grows he's got to cut it, so it may as well not grow.....

My Mom passed away in the early nineties, many many years too damned early. Every year she had a stand of beautiful purple Iris's that she tended. They surrounded the walkway to the porch and up the steps from the drive. They were always a kind of signal to me that it really was gosh-darn-it spring time.

Back to Sam. Since she passed this stand of flowers has been driven over, parked on with the motor-home for months at a time, Round Upped, weed-eated, trod upon and any number of other things you can think of. Now, not out of any disrespect from Sam mind you, but that's just the home and garden thing that Sam has going on.

But, every spring those Iris pop gorgeous. Just like my Mom Joan in her major head-strong, 100% honest way, there they are!

And to me, my memories of her are way more there with those flowers than over at the cemetery.....

C.T. 5000

Whoa, dudes look.....a C.T. 5000!!!!!

Quote of the week-end from Jesco .....

"Hey shriner, the parade went that away!"

Br'er Rabbit

We've got a pair of rabbits hanging around the shop @ B&J Racing. They have been bounding around the yard and eye-balling us this spring. They're not too freaked about me or the Guru. If they were I would have never been able to get this shot. The mate was just a few feet off to the left when I shot this. I do not have a clue as to whether the rabbit in this picture is the Mr. or the Mrs.

Now, having said that, I'm sure that these rabbits are extremely paranoid of T.C. (Tiger Cat), the B&J shop cat. I say that knowing how many baby rabbits I've seen her prancing about with in the past couple months. And the subsequent barf-o-rama from T.C. of baby rabbit parts that comes afterward..... evidently there's only so much of the hard parts of a rabbit that a cat can cycle through the system. Ugghh.

If you've never heard the haunting and distressed mewling of a rabbit in the grips of a downfall with a dog or a cat, well then I can't really explain it. It is truly not a pretty sound. It sounds kind of like something from a horror movie, except, maybe even worse. T.C. will come strolling through the shop with a still alive trophy baby rabbit in her jaws, doing the mewling distress thing. T.C. will be howling too, and prancing so as to let you know that by God she had got this critter so as to protect you, and man ain't it amazing what an excellent hunter I is?

Anyways, I digress. Br'er rabbit was kind enough today to trust me enough to let me talk to him for a few minutes, and so just then, all was right with the universe.....