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Yeah. You should probably quit. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Sounds kinda "hokie" to me. Thou shalt include hyperlink with new product information. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Hey Guys... yup. Kroops. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

I recommend you go cheap. I can't seem to hang on to anything on or near a DZ over $25.00 for more than about 8 minutes.

The intention of jumping versus the apprehension of falling. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Not that simple, and in practice, never was. Terry v. Ohio (which I posted up-thread) was the first big sea-change in the 1960s. More recently, I seem to think (don't have the case handy) that the SCOTUS has ruled that police do have a certain limited right to stop you and require you to identify yourself by name. I generally disagree with that ruling, but there it is. Again, thank you.. not that I plan on getting in trouble with the law anytime soon. I'd lose about half my friends and one Chief of Police. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Again, thank you for the education. I've got to say, this is the most egregious violation of the fourth amendment (IMO) Here's an article I read... http://caselaw.lp.findlaw.com/data/constitution/amendment04/03.html SO, if an officer stops me and I know that I have done nothing wrong and I am not going to do anything wrong... can we no longer just walk off and tell him to keep his hands off me "unless you're willing to arrest me?" Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Disparate Impact? I would think it more along the lines of "disparate treatment." Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Got it. Thank you for the education. Seriously. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

So with the ruling stated above, does this make it an "across the board" situation or does it remain "each situation is unique?" Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Spent quite a bit of time there in 2008-2009 (met Amazon, NWFlyer, mnkycndo and Roo) In fact, the company I was running operated off the airport and I would stay in an RV on the airport while there on business. Quite frankly, he went through quite a bit of analysis before making a well-informed decision. He's got a smallish "expert" LZ in front of his hangar and a large student LZ off to the east. He's probably prevented the first in-air collision of a student and a wing-suiter and ended the chain. You think he wanted to tell an entire revenue segment that he could no longer service them? Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

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Holy underwires, Batman!! That's what I was talkin about!!! In the faring, under the seat. Dear Lord... Who's idea was this? Also... there was this "Anti-Dive thingie. Well, I had to get rid of that when I put on the Road King Nacelle last weekend. The first pic is "To Date." The second pic is the goal (I think) I was going to put 16" Apes on it, but ordered the Big Johnsons handlebars for this year. Wanna try the old school first. More pics next weekend. EDIT: Road King PIC - www.baddad.com Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Shoulda traded the pickup for skydives. What could go wrong? Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Scroll back two weeks… So, this buddy and I decide to swap a pickup truck for a 1993 FLHTC Anniversary Harley (173rd in 'Nam and has to have some serious surgeries whom I've known for ~35 years and was his skydiving Instructor). I'm thinking I’ll rebuild this Harley with my daughter, so we have something to work on together for a few years. I take the truck & title over to him and he’s working on the bike a little getting it roadworthy for me. As he’s working on it, I’m looking at the faring and the nineteen miles of wires under the faring and ask him, “What the fuck is all this shit?!?!?” He says, "Well that's all the wires for your CB, radio, cruise control... Me: Huh? We don't need all that fucking shit!! (Keep in mind that I’m old school Harley having owned seven of them and all were just “Harleys.” Superglides, Panheads, WideGlides, etc.) So, I say to him, “Have a seat and some beers this ain't gonna take long”. I get some tools and wire cutters and the bike stantion outta his shop and I start tearing shit off, cutting wires, looked like the skit from "Armageddon" What is this Shit?!?!? That's your cruise control... we won't be needing that anymore and tear it off, cut the wires and throw it on the shop floor And, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!?!?! Your CB controls as he opens another Corona. CB Controls?!?!?!? It's a fucking Harley, Brother!!! So, Keith, what do you think you're going to do with this bike. Of course, I being the somewhat anal project manager announce with some confidence, “I know!! I'll convert the FLHTC into a Road King Classic!!! I do know we're damn sure gonna get rid of all this Gucci shit and then I'm going to re-wire the fucker with the 9 wires it takes to run a Harley... not this 35 miles of rat's nest shit!! OK. Well, I'm going up to the house. Close the shop down when you're done please... OK, Later. About 3 in the morning, the initial excitement is beginning to wear off and I'm getting tired. I've adios’ed the faring, saddlebags, saddlebag brackets & chrome bar supports, the CB, the Cruise control, the radios, the tach, the speedo, oil gauges, etc. And, I rig the front light to get home. It's a stripped down plain 'ol Harley now. I dust myself off with some pride and take a step back to take in my obvious never have lost mad skillz and ponder the rectal approach that Harley took with turning an awesome piece of iron into a Goldwing wannabe. Throw everything in my buddy’s shop, thow down the door and ride off. I get about ten miles down the road and the MOTHERFUCKER CATCHES ON FIRE.... IT CATCHES ON FUCKING FIRE!!! I'm blowing on the flames that are coming up from under the seat to protect my testicles (like it's going to help) as best I can as I pull off to the side of the road. Soon as I stop, I hop off, I whip out my trusty little mini LED flashlight and..... every fucking wire is cooked. Whip out my phone and call my buddy at 0400 Hours and tell him I need some help.. Can ya bring the Harley trailer down here and load it up and we'll haul it home. He says, sure, no problem and hangs up. I stand there a few minutes surveying the damage and it dawns on me... I whip out the phone and call him back. "You're not coming right away are you, fucker? Well, FUCK NO, I'm not coming right away. I'm gonna finish sleeping first... see you around 7. Click. So, I wheel it over to a grassy knoll down off the highway a ways, lay down and lean up against the bike and drift off. The phone wakes me at 7:00AM and my buddy is asking, "Where are you?" So I tell him and he says it should be less than an hour, he's got to go pick up the trailer at a buddies house first. I roll over and drift back off. Couple of hours later, I begin to stir and take the phone out of my pocket. I call him and there's no answer, so I leave him a voice mail and my phone dies. MY PHONE FUCKING DIES!!! Oh well, I gotta take a leak. Sometime around noon, he comes rolling up with the trailer and I walk up to his window and asked him if he went back to bed. Well, no... I had some fucking problems of my own. Everything alright? Well, not fucking exactly and leads me around to the rear of the truck... The entire rear bumper and tailgate of the truck I had just traded him the night before was demolished. OK. What happened? Left the pin out of the hitch and it jumped it on the railroad tracks and when it slammed into the bumper it jumped to the bottom of the tailgate and wedged itself in there. We pull the bike up onto the tilt trailer and call another buddy who’s a Harley wiring fool whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in around 20 years and pull up in to his front yard. He comes out of the house and doesn’t say a word other than, “It’s gonna take about a week or so, I’ll call you when it’s done. Pull it into the shop and then he turns around and walks back into the house letting one of those old wooden screen doors THWACK closed as though it’s saying. “Dumbass.” My buddy and I head to my house. I get home, plug in the phone, hand him a beer and he plops down on the couch. I grab a few bottles of water to re-hydrate, grab the tablet pc to check my emails… I only have one. I read it and had to scratch my head a few times. What… in…. the… fuck… ?!?!? My buddy says, “What’s up?” I hand him the tablet and he reads the email and says, “How fucking scary is that?!?!?! Which part??? The part about knowing that my penis needs enlargement or that it’s from Gary McMahon!!!!!!! So, I think, “Ya know… I’m just gonna stay home today.” Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Because instructors actually caring is how the bad news band of troubled students become Skydivers!! Whereas, Mr. Newell modified my original "Foreward" on his Arvin Good Guys page to read as "unconventional," I welcome you to the "Band of Socially-Disconnected Misfits." Keith EDIT: Love you, ya old cantankerous fuck!!! Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Yup... I been keeping up on this one too, John. I find it more a tact of intimidation. Not sure if you were at WFFC - Quincy when the police were basically ravaging thru tents, had a gauntlet (of which I was pulled over).. And, the skydiving police community held a news conference? With the big push on "Bullying," how about having cops teaching cops how to say no to what you and I would know as an "illegal order?" MORE INFO: And, quite frankly, I don't know why it always takes the "Quotas and Racial Profiling" card to make something stop. Can't it just be, "This is a dumb fuck idea and borderline unconstitutional..." Anytime something is borderline unconstitutional, you know damn well someone or some-several will cross that line. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Yep. But, as long as they had the determination; I had the time. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Oh yea... like you're gonna vote Tofu. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

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