odduc1098 wrote:When you're as old and feable as I am, nobody believes you race...even scars don't mean anything...they just think you fall down alot because you're a klutz...lol
BTW...I'm sure there's some dirt out there that I haven't fallen on yet!!!
Roger could you please paint targets on the ground...it'll make them easier to find!!!
That race license can come in handy..
Way back around the begining of time..spring of 1975 when my trusty ol rd350 race bike was also my main source of daily transportion I was out for a ride on one of my fav. twisty roads I got pulled over by a cop.. Being my rear number plates were still on the bike from the weekend before.. the officer asked to see my racing license...So I showed it to him..He said no not that one I want to see the one you got from the state..I got lucky that day with only a warning..