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Hex |
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E-mail Address: |
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Last Logged In: |
June 23, 2010
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Registered: |
August 26, 2009
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Total Posts: |
1343 |
Status: |
XBRR |
Home Page URL: |
http://www.ryanrodco.com
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Birthday (Year) & Occupation: |
1965, Rod Maker, Carpenter, Professional Photographer, Machinist, Camera repair guy, Wholesale Corporate Adhesives Sales (retired),Professioal Speedway Racer (retired), National Champion Mutiple Record holder F1B Wakefield (retired, international class rubber-band powered model airplane competitor), amature Stereographer, and Zymurgist
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City: |
Roseville
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State/Province: |
CA
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Country: |
USA
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Personal Quote: |
I changed my username from HexAngler to Hex due to trademark reasons. I have been a member of BadWeB since March 21, 2007 and I had 1394 posts under HexAngler. HexAngler is a regestered trademark of www.ryanrodco.com
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Bike Model (Ex - M2, XB12Rr, S1W, P3): |
Currently own: XB12R, XL12S w/ Liberty Sport Sidecar, BMW K100RS, Honda XR70R, 650cc BSA Firebird Scrambler, 2@500cc methanol-guzzeling Weslake Speedway Racebikes, Honda CR250M, 2@250cc Ducatti singles, Pre-uint Triumph Chopper. Have owned but stupidly sold: MotoGuzzi V50III, Triumph T100, Norton Atlas rolling chassis, Lambretta Li125, Lambretta Ld150, Jawa "Twin Cam" speedway racebike . Saddly stolen while I slep: Suzuki GSXR 1100. Does this mean I'm a Biker???
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Model Year (Please enter full 4-digit year): |
2007, 1999, 1985, 2003, 1971, 2 x 1970's, 1973, 2 x 1960's, 1956. 1983, 1967, 1961, 1967, 1959, 1983, 1987
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Color: |
Black and Cheery Bomb
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V.I.N. (To aid in problem resolution. Will not be displayed or shared otherwise.) : |
(Hidden)
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Servicing Dealership: |
Self
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Performance Mods!: |
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Problems/Miles (Please be specific): |
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Other Mods/Misc/Customization.: |
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Favorite Rides (Roads and Routes): |
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Why I do/don't ride a Buell: |
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How can Buell improve their motorcycles?: |
Zero-Emissions ! Wings ? I d'know,that's Erik's business, I just rides 'em.
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Life History/Philosophy: |
Go fish!
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Top speed on 2 wheels (mph): |
145 (indicated on the GSXR 20 years ago...) 120 on the XB and XL. Isn't it fun to break the TON?
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Preferred engine oil (brand/grade): |
Synthetic for the Buell and Beemer, Synthic Caster Oil for the Speedway bikes, Dino for all the rest.
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Why don't clowns eat cannibles?: |
Because they taste funny! |
What's the best time to go to the Dentist?: |
2:30 (get it? tooth-hurty? that one just cracks me up! My dad was a dentist...) |
A little story...: |
Oh yeah, I was privileged to be employed then (mid 1980's) as well, as a motorcycle mechanic... I found mention of our shop on the web: "At that time in Berkeley there was a wonderful British and Italian bike shop, T. T. Motors. It had a friendly, almost club-like atmosphere..." John Galivan TT's owner handed it over to Paul his son, with Mark Merat (Future editor in chief Independent Biker Magazine, and Darwin Motors SF owner), Pat Ryan was our racer #1 plate GSXR at sears point for a couple years, I raced as well. Rob Teleui (sp) is now an engineer for Victory Motors. etc.. Then there was Adam Fisher, Ace Cafe owner and the DNA lounge DJ while I was a "cordial deterrent to violence". My sister is still working now at Lucky13 on Market street, I got her her first job in the after hour clubs (I was 19 she was 18, the drinking age was still 21 but NOBODY questioned us...) Luckily, I saw the writing on the wall and got out early, Adam brain damaged vegetable, and many others DIED from mostly motorcycle and some sport car accidents. Not many OD's though, we were all fairly clean and careful about that. Oh yeah, we founded a club called The RoadHolders. We were "all British" bikes, except for our jap riders. We were HA sanctioned, no sh!t, didn't want to make any waves. It grew to about 30 members when I left and everyone I loved started to get dead. |
And another...: |
I got a race story for you, that might have a parallel to your life woes... Ok, 1987 I started racing motorcycles at Sears Point now called Infineon Race Way. http://www.infineonraceway.com/ I was doing well over a hundred mph down the back stretch and all of a sudden, I got tank-slapping-speed-wobbles, both my hands and arms were thrown away from the bars, and got a big crotch full of motorcycle tank as the bike abruptly decelerated beneath me. Guess what, I did not die. In fact when I quit putting input into the system, it miraculously fixed itself. I was able to swallow my racing heart, and grab the bars gently just in time to get set up for the next corner. Phew! Now whenever someone has a life challenging problem, I tell them this story. Sometimes it is best to let go of the reigns. |
Some family history...: |
My grandpa C John Ryan, had a hand in that Airframe design, B17, B29, Vulcan Gatling gun, above and below groud Atomic Bomb-Q security guy, as well as many other historic aircraft/spacecraft(Atlas, HST). He designed many parts including armaments, turret nacelles, primary structures, etc land Tanks too. He gained his Civil Engineering certificate at the age of 16. Genius. I've got tons of hand drafting of his work from his civilian service. I should put it all together into a book of his life engineering work. But I've got my own challenges to peruse. |
In the city...: |
Madmen brandishing weopens in the street! I have seen and heard similar situations in San Francisco, murders infact. One guy was walking across the street in a cross walk, a driver was coming around the corner and was somewhat hampered in his effort to yield the right of way and encroched upon the pedistrians personal space. The pedistrian flipped the driver off. Instead of running the guy over, the driver puts his car in park, jumps out and punches the pedistrian so hard in the face that the pedistrian fell backwards and smacked the back of his head on the pavement. Convulsions followed immediately, and then death. One punch. The driver calmly got back in his vehicle and drove away. I was working as a doorman at the DNA Lounge then in 1987. All of the staff and people including myself tried to help the dying man, to no avail. The cops came, we gave info, they found the driver two blocks away having a drink at another bar and arrested him. He said he didn't know he had hurt the guy. Then the Feds came to question all of the witnesses, turns out the dead man was one of Regans cabenet members, homosexual lawyer type enjoying a night in a very special city. They questioned us like it was an assisation. Life is so fragile, It can happen just that fast. Another time while in the mission I was on the third story and heard little pop, pop, poppoppop's right below the balcony, and then heard the mortal screams and last breaths of that victom. Couldn't see anything because it was right below the balcony, but it sounded like a .22. After I heard the shots, peeked out the window to see nothing, I jumped into the bathtub for cover. Cops came, guy dead, witness questioned, never found out the outcome. Third time was in the Tenderloin, Black man shouting, storming down the street, gun brandished, people fleeing... Another time while working the DNA Lounge door, we denyed entrance to this white wacko. He calmly gave us the Schwartenager "I'll be back." I knew we were in for a ride. Sure enough here comes their car driving up the wrong way on our side of the street and parks it near the curb and near our front entrance. My Spidey sence was tingling, and gave me enough warning to duck inside and clear the bar crowd from the door, then I hit the deck as the bullets started to fly. Guy drive away and was captured not to long after. Had to ID that one as well. Another time, a fellow bouncer, Tommy Vision was working the door at our competition Club 9. He denied entrance to this other wacko, who pulled out his .38, stuck it to Tommys jaw and pulled the trigger. Blew half his face off. Tommy was lucky not to have been killed, but was totally deformed form the event, mangled lower jaw. It was soon after that I decided to move away from the city, never to return. Ever think about leaving the chaos for somewhere a little more placid? It's a big country, with too much natural beauty, to waste a life in a cities cespool. |
What are friends for?: |
Ok, I don't have any good stories about being pulled over and cited, but I do have a good one about two friends who got away with something 20+ years ago... Friend #1 was cruising the mall one summer night on his race bike unbeknownst to friend number two--seven miles away. Race bike was track ready, not at all street legal. No lights, slicks, race pipe, safety wire, stripped clean. Friend #2 is relaxing at home with family and gets a suspicious feeling and goes outside to see what's up. In the still of the night, friend #2 hears way off in the distance, a race bike, and then a siren. He knows at that moment exactly what friend #1 is up to....the sound of the race bike is now six miles away... Five minutes pass and race bike is loud in neighborhood coming quick up the unlit suburban street, siren's off now due to time and place, but pursuit cars are quickly approaching. Friend #2 opens garage door, and friend #1 coasts race bike inside. Helicopter, search light, squad cars, immediately case the neighborhood, to no avail. Apparently friend #1 road the seven miles to sanctuary using the pursuit vehicles headlights to light the way. Friend #1 walked home that night and left race bike in Friend #2's garage for a day. Friend #2 road Friend #1's race bike all the next day unbeknownst to Friend #1. Friend #2 bought the very same make and model race bike, brand new, a few months later. |
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