After fighting against myself my whole life just to get to a point where I can accept myself, I won't keep in time from here to please anyone. But I miss my machine. I had an 81 or 82 Yamaha Yz465. It was close to when they first came out w/mono-shock. It was ugly, it didn't shine, & only moved in two speeds; crash & burn & get outta the way. It was way to much machine for me & that's why I loved it. I was free on my machine, it was capable of more than I was. It wasn't a crotch rocket, it wasn't a $50,000 custom Harley, it was a $700 machine that could take me anywhere up in the woods. It wasn't street legal & was never meant to be. Yet I could always beat the cops cuz they couldn't go where I could & even if they could they could never hope to keep up. I would watch them watcing me, waiting for me to come down, which I did...out the back door, which was a 30 mile trip out of their way trip to shut & I was careful not to give them the time to do. Was I smarter than anyone? No I was an idiot, but I had this wonderful machine & I still have a bolt in my heart.
Post Merge: October 15, 2009, 12:13:53 AM
Up Patte Canyon, Down Deer Creek road, then off to Potomic to take in the 4-way. Turn round screaming fast through Flathead County to a picnic at Lakeside, then back through Missoula...going through LoLo, stopping in Florance for ribs & beer, & then on to pushin' off onto the Bitteroot from Halmilton back to Missoula, starting early in the morning & drifting all day sunday sippin' & smokin' Bud. Weekends, just not same anymore...
