DATE: 20 May 2008, 11:00 am / MOOD: Mad

 I clicked MAD in the mood bar because they don't offer PISSED as an option.

Recently a call to action went out from Louisiana for help from all bikers across the country.

How many reacted to this? From this site? 0, none, not one of you wannabe posers could take the time to help fight for the very freedoms you say you stand for.

What a crock of shit!

Continue on in your dream world here in CyberBikerWorld cause you won't need your freedoms when they get done with putting all the "SAFETY" gear on your sweet ass.

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DATE: 14 May 2008, 1:51 pm / MOOD: Angry

A.B.A.T.E. of Louisiana, Inc P.O. Box 541

St. Amant, LA 70774 

  Yesterday our Bills suffered a tough time on the House Floor.

    HB 864, the Bill to move the Riders Education course out of BESE and into the DPS, didn't get the 2/3rd's majority vote required to pass on the floor. This was reportedly due to the fact that the fiscal note tied to it was over $900,000.00. This Bill would have secured our training funds that are paid for by motorcyclists’ endorsement fees, funds that BESE has raided every time the schools were in trouble (which was often) and it would have also created new course sites that are sorely needed. The Representatives decided that our safety wasn't worth the price tag.

 

 

   HB 1295, our Modified Helmet Bill, was withdrawn from the calendar temporarily when it became apparent that it was going to be attacked with amendments that would have rendered the Bill unpalatable to members of the motorcycling community. The amendments are as follows:

 

1.  $50,000.00 personal health insurance policy that motorcyclists would have to carry to go lidless. Offered by Representative Neil C. Abramson (Democrat Dist. 98). This amendment would have been discriminatory due to the fact that it wouldn’t apply equally to all segments of the motoring public.

 

2.  Denial of a lidless rider the right to sue for injuries suffered in an accident Offered by Representative Neil C. Abramson (Democrat Dist. 98). This amendment would have essentially allowed the guilty party to go unpunished while the victim would have had to either use their own insurance to pay for medical treatment or seek free (public burden?) medical care if their insurance was insufficient.

 

3.  An amendment to require motorcyclists who choose to go lidless to sign an organ donor card (donor cyclists?) Offered by Representative Jean-Paul "JP" Morrell
Democrat - District 97. This amendment is not only discriminatory but could be construed as unconstitutional.

  

You have to wonder what these people are thinking, how they got elected, and if they are even from the same planet as the rest of us.  We have until next Wednesday, 5/21/08, to set these Representatives straight and get our Bill back on the calendar or it will die on the House floor. While we are attempting to bring Freedom of Choice in a responsible manner the powers that be are being totally irresponsible in telling us how this should be implemented.

  

 

 Now more than ever we need to contact our Representatives and let them know how we feel about this Bill and the amendments being offered on it and we are requesting a nationwide call to action to accomplish this task.

 

 Without a massive ROAR this Bill is doomed to failure and we will continue to be burdened with wearing a piece of safety equipment that has done nothing to enhance safety and stop our Brothers and Sisters from dying on the highways of this great state.

    To find your Representative go to this link: http://house.louisiana.gov/H_Reps/H_Reps_ByName.asp, for continuous updates on the status of Bills affecting motorcyclists go to this link: http://www.abateoflouisiana.org/legislative.php. Remember: One voice is but a whisper, but a thousand voices are a ROAR! Ride Safe, Ride FREE
Poet
State Executive President
Abate Of La., Inc.

 

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DATE: 29 Feb 2008, 1:55 pm / MOOD: Happy

 Cajun Smarts

After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year, New York scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 100 years and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 100 years ago.

 

 

Not to be outdone by the New Yorkers, in the weeks that followed, California scientists dug to a depth of 20 feet, and shortly after, headlines in the LA Times newspaper read: 'California archaeologists have found traces of 200 year old copper wire and have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech communications network a hundred years earlier than the New Yorkers.'

 

 One week later, 'The Daily Advertiser', a local newspaper in Lafayette reported the following:'After digging as deep as 30 feet in rice fields near Forked Island , Boudreaux, a self-taught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutely nothing. Boudreaux has therefore concluded that 300 years ago, Louisiana had already gone wireless.' 

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DATE: 26 Feb 2008, 10:15 am / MOOD: Tired

Last night at around 7pm ABATE Northlake member Bob Ward went down on highway 190 in Covington. Bob is in intensive care at St Tammany Hospital in Covington suffering from numerous contusions along with a broken hip/pelvis and a concussion.

Please keep Bob in your prayers.

 

 

This latest is on the same stretch of highway where on Sunday Feb. 24th a St Tammany Sheriff’s deputy was killed and one week ago another ABATE Northlake member Randy Pounds went down.

Randy is scheduled for surgery on his back this week along with continued facial reconstruction, he is still in Our Lady of the Lake hospital in Baton Rouge, room 605.

 

 

With the weather changing to more suitable riding it is imperative that we take time to re-acquaint ourselves with our bikes. After the winter we tend to get back on our bikes forgetting all the little things that make us safer riders.

 

Gregg 

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DATE: 14 Feb 2008, 2:04 pm / MOOD: Content

A lady walks into a very upscale jewelry shop. She browses around, spots a beautiful diamond bracelet and walks over to inspect it.

Bending over to get a closer look, she accidentally passes gas. Extremely embarrassed, she freezes for a few moments and then slowly straightens up and turns around to see whether anyone has noticed her little accident.

Her worst fears are confirmed in the form of a salesman standing right behind her. Cool as a cucumber, the salesman greets the lady with a Very professional, "Good day, Madam. How may we help you  today?"

 Hoping against hope that he may just not have been there at the time of her little 'accident',  she asks, "Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?"

He answers, "Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you're going to shit when I tell you the price."

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DATE: 13 Feb 2008, 7:23 am / MOOD: Content

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!

  

Here's what happened:

  

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

  

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"

  

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

  

"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

  

"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."

  

"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"

  

I was equally outraged.

  

"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.

  

"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)

  

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

  

"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

  

"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

  

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

  

"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."

  

"Oh, gross!" they shrieked

  

"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.

  

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

  

"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.

  

"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.

  

"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.

  

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

  

"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know.

  

"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

  

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.

  

"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

  

"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for goodness sake.).

  

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

  

"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.

  

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"

  

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

  

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.

  

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife.

  

We were silent, absorbing this.

  

"So, Ernie's just just . . . excited," my wife offered.

  

"Exactly," the vet replied , relieved that we understood.

  

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

  

"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

  

Tears were now running down her face. "It's just that . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . . teeny little " She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

  

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

  

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad," he told me.

  

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

  

Two lizards: $140.

  

One cage: $50.

  

Trip to the vet: $30.

  

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:

  

Priceless!

  

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.

  Lizards lay eggs!

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DATE: 08 Feb 2008, 8:53 pm / MOOD: Happy

Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying. 

On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. 
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.

Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. 

'Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.' 

'You know where the button is,' I protested through the shower pitter-patter   and steam.   'Reset it yourself!' 

'But I'm scared!' she persisted.  'What if it starts going and sucks me in?' 
  
There was a meaningful pause and then, 'C'mon, it'll only take you a second.' 

So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. 

Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button.  It is the last action I remember performing 

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region. 

Wild animals are sometimes faced with a 'fight or flight' syndrome.  Men, in this predicament, choose only the 'flight' option. I know this from experience.  I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. 
The impact knocked me out cold. 

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. 
  
Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of 'been-there, done-that' paramedics.     
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding. 

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was. 
  
'What's the matter?'  They all asked, 'Cat got your tongue?' 
 

 If they only knew!   

  

Why is it that only the women laugh at this? 

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DATE: 01 Feb 2008, 4:51 pm / MOOD: Content

A cop stops a Biker for traveling faster than the posted speed limit, so he asks the biker his name.

  

''Fred,'' he replies.

  

''Fred what?'' the officer asks.

  

''Just Fred,'' the man responds.

  

The officer is in a good mood and thinks he might just give The biker a break and write him out a warning instead of a ticket. The officer then presses him for the last name.

  

The man tells him that he used to have a last name but lost it. The officer thinks that he has a nut case on his hands but plays along with it. ''Tell me, Fred, how did you lose your last name?''

  

The biker replies, ''It's a long story, so stay with me.'
' I was born Fred Dingaling. I know -- a funny last name.
The kids used to tease me all the time, so I stayed to myself,studied hard and got good grades. When I got older, I realized that I wanted to be a doctor. I went through college, medical school, internship, residency,and finally got my degree, so I was Fred Dingaling, MD.

  

After a while I got bored being a doctor, so I decided to go back to school. Dentistry was my dream! Got all the way through school, got my degree, so then I was Fred Dingaling, MD, DDS.

  

Got bored doing dentistry, so I started fooling around with my assistant and she gave me VD, so now I was Fred Dingaling, MD, DDS, with VD.
Well, the ADA found out about the VD, so they took away my DDS.

  

Then I was Fred Dingaling, MD, with VD. Then the AMA found out about the ADA taking away my DDS because of the VD, so they took away my MD leaving me as Fred Dingaling with VD.

Then the VD took away my Dingaling, so now I am Just Fred.

  The officer walked away in tears, laughing.

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DATE: 30 Jan 2008, 10:48 am / MOOD: Other

You are cruising on a four lane highway, wind blowing through your body, the sun in your face warming you inside and out, making the problems of the world seem distant. Your mate relaxed behind you.

 

 

After a long week of running the kids to and from school, sports and birthday parties, tight schedules at work have you working late every night, tension building because of lack of intimacy in the family. Finally a break to get out and ride.

 

 

What a day, two hundred miles of bayou and back country roads. Breakfast and lunch at the favorite stops catching up with old friends. Time to head home, five miles left to such a great day you want it to last but, you know it’s getting late and the kids need to get things ready for the school week.

 

Your in-laws have graciously offered to keep the kids, to give the two of you time together, doing what you both love, time together, riding, you dont want to push it knowing it will be awhile before they offer again.

  

You see her, the local Mayor, as she is leaving the events center where some kind of fundraiser is being held. She is not looking at you and you sense she is not going to, before you can respond she is in front of you.

  

That is the last thoughts that Jim Pickholtz and his wife Amy had this past October.

  

Amy woke three days later to learn her husband had died and she may never walk again.

  

Today Amy is able to walk short distances with the aid of a walker, she is a fighter, promises to be there for her children. She has overcome the odds of surviving a crash that should never have happened.

 

  Sorrento Mayor Brenda G. Melancon was charged with negligent homicide, negligent injury and failure to yield. She was released on a $25000.00 bond an hour later. Reports show it was not until three hours later that blood was drawn from Melancon for toxicology tests. It is believed alcohol was not a factor.

 

 

 What is a factor is that she did not see the motorcycle in her haste to get across a highway with very little traffic at that moment.

  

ABATE of Louisiana has taken this case to our board of directors and voted to stay with this it to the end. What really got our attention was the statement from the Mayor when asked by a reporter (several weeks later) if she has been in touch with the family. Her response? “No, I don’t want to relive that crash, it was horrible enough, I do not need to be reminded by the family of what happened” (as reported by KTBS-TV3)

 

  What I need from you, the Bikerworlds community is feedback as to what you think the outcome of this case should be.

Amy Pickholtz has said she would like to see a bill introduced, in honor of her husband, making a law that toughens the penalty for right of way violators. ABATE of Louisiana has gotten recent legislation passed doing just that in 2006 but find district attorneys across the state do not seek harsher punishments. What I would like to see would be PSA’s that are financed by the Mayor and public appearances by her advocating safer driving habits.

 

  Give me your ideas, who knows, we just might save a life or two.

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DATE: 29 Jan 2008, 9:51 am / MOOD: Angry

Ever wonder how 64 votes can be cast by the legislators when there are only 24 members present?

Wonder no more my friends, check out the video of our trusted legislators in action. If you believe this only happens in Texas you can crawl back in the cave now.

And we thought we had the power to sway a vote on an issue when we called our elected officials to complain about helmet laws.

WAKE UP SHEEPLE AND FIRE THE BASTARDS!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EQzlHr7gJ0

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