This story is coming from my degrading memory due to age and the insanity of having children so here goes. On some random day a year or 2 ago I went on a ride with a few "listers" and to keep the parties somewhat anonymous we'll use first names as Den, Ken, and Den's friend. We took a nice ride out Chuckanut Road (go ahead and laugh but it's an Indian name) to Bellingham, WA where we stopped to get a bite and some warm stuff at a coffee shop. We hung out for a bit and I was dehydrated due to the previous evenings events so I was drinking water quite heavily. We finished up and continued our ride and I knew I should have gone to the little boys room before I left...ehh, I'll be ok. So we rode, and rode, and rode for about an hour or so and I was feeling quite full for some strange reason and very impatient also as we came to a market for a quick stop. I was on my '90 and Den stopped in front of me as we parked.

Now not to go on a tangent or anything but remember when you were little and you rode your BMX bike around and when you dismounted you just threw it down on the ground....and the story goes on....

I apparently forgot that I had a kickstand and began to lay my bike down on the car next to me when something kind of awakened me from my urinary zone....the weight of a 500 pound motorcycle and gravity. The fog in my helmet immediately took over and the look in my eyes probably closely resembled someone being tortured as I tried to hold my bike from falling on the car next to me, luckily the owner probably wouldn't have noticed because it was in such bad shape. Luckily for me Den turned around to see me straining and quickly grabbed the bars and lifted the bike for me. I don't' think I even thanked him until after we got inside as my bladder had gotten the best of me. I will never forget that incident and thanks to fellow listers nicknaming me as a result of it, no one else will forget it either. I think Holeshot came up with the name and I knighted him with his name after an incident that I witnessed.

I had been working on putting a VFR site up for awhile and when vfrworld.com was taken I thought that something with a different twist was in order for the domain name.

My Bike History

I am a relatively young road rider, beginning in '92 with a Kawi Ninja EX500 in college. I quickly grew out of that bike and upgraded to a CBR600F2 and then a ZX6. The ZX6 was one of the top 5 I think and once I totalled it at Sears Point the next step was a toned down Sportster 1200. I'm embarrassed to even admit I owned a Hog but it was short-lived and I traded it for a new bike at that time, a Buell S1. Talk about a hooligan bike, that bike was so much fun... I could wheelie with a shift in wind direction, but there was one failing part of it....the engine. That bike was in the shop every 2 weeks for a loose part here and a weird noise there. Time to go to another genre and a nice candy apple red Ducati 900SS was in order. What a bike !!! I loved it for awhile until I started stressing where I parked it, if anyone breathed on it, and it was "moody". It's hard to explain the moodiness except the fact that it hated cold weather, the frame felt weird (tubular frame), and I was worried that it was going to get ripped off constantly (I lived in Sacramento,Ca. at the time). Time to relieve some stress and go back to a soy sauce burner, I had to have my favorite bike of all time.... a ZX7. That bike ruled !!!! It was a 49 state model tweaked for racing and it was the old model with the hoses into the tank... I loved it. In fact that bike took me up to 165 with a ton to spare, scared the crap out of me. Low and behold my employer at the time wanted to give me a promotion and that happened to be 2 states away in a cold wet state called "Washington". I had to sell it to buy a pickup for the move and got a rain check from my girlfriend (now wife) for another bike down the road. 3 years later I bought a 1990 VFR from a coworker with a bonus and my VFR career began. That bike was awesome, it took me everywhere including Laguna in '02 (around 2400 mile trip). I found myself riding it all the time to commute, yet it's age and treatment from previous owners started to catch up to it. Tearing into it after an R/R replacement to find that the harness was severely corroded in places required a change in venue for continued reliable transportation. I got an incredible trade on it (VFR's hold their value very well) and bought my current '01 VFR800. All I can say is FI, full floaters again, a look to dye for, and that sound is so damn addictive. I love this bike and it's hands down the best so far in most departments. As a commuter it can't be beat and it plays on the weekend pretty well too.