I forget what movie it was, but there was a scene where some hollywood has beens were attending the funeral of their friend the stuntman. The hearse came into the cemetery at a about sixty miles an hour and did a handbrake turn which spun the car about 180. The rear door flies open, the casket is flung out, and slides into the waiting grave. Now, THAT's how to go out.
I almost offered to do this myself, but I'm nowhere near Seattle, or even the Left Coast.
Now, the ball is in your court, KPaul. Will you accept help from a fellow Motorcyclist?
You have to know, respect for you would jump-up several notches if you're willing to do so. It would prove several of your detractors wrong (this one included) - and I daresay they'd willingly eat Crow on this one.
Actually, in the interest of full-disclosure, I can't really be included in the "Dropout Category" any longer. I have since Highschool earned a Diploma, and a few-hundred hours of post-secondary education under my belt.
Like he's the only person who ever raised a family.
I've never stoped riding. Even if I had to trade a gun and some cash for a ratty KZ750 I still always rode no matter what. All these excuses are worse than pathetic. Where there's a will there's a way.
I'm still laughing over the "what school did you go to" snobbery. As if I haven't seen some real crappy engineers from some really good schools. That "what school did you go to" crap is just a way for the incompetent to pretend a level of expertise without having to actually prove it.
For that matter the last engineer I saw fired from my workplace had a PhD but couldn't write workable programs.
So much for that old school tie shyt. The refuge of the idiot.