2009 klr

[SniperOne]

In case anyone is interested this is one of my previous bikes for sale by the current owner.

http://albuquerque.craigslist.org/mcy/5699036467.html

 

Randy

 

[b]SniperOne[/b]

 

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[revmaaatin]

List,

There is a current TV commercial about someone getting a memo about their pending heart attack; here is mine....

  Things got a little more interesting since I last wrote; if I did not have insurance, I think I would have spent the money for 5-6 nice, pre-owned Tenere's motorbikes to fix the most immediate health issue (always something new. cough.) At the very least with good insurance, I think I my-co-pay at the hospital will be the better part of what would have been, the down payment for a very nice motorcycle. wink.  (Yes, I confess, I have been looking at a girlfriend for the KLR.) After three consecutive nights where I walked the dog and experienced the same (severe) shortness of breath and a tight chest, I felt I needed to do an intervention; these were the same pre-heart attack symptoms I had 4 days prior to my heart attack in May, 2014. Slow learners sometimes get to do a 'do-over' and this was going to be my chance at a do-over if I am paying attention to the memo-like experience. After a seemingly endless Thursday night of restlessness, I ended up in the ER on Friday morning, still annoyed with light chest pain, shortness of from the previous evening of dog walking. Adding a 9am incident of beaded sweats, that suggested you play the song, "OK, I give up,' I gave up on getting better. I walked into the Sturgis ER where I met lots of caring individuals, some of which have cared for me before, and attracted such comments, 'you again?' We played a little medical-dice, drew blood, which I don't remember, and played a little game of 'speed-read and sign, here, here' which gave me a wrist bracelet and an E-ticket ride in a 'red-flashing-light vehicle' to the next higher medical facility yesterday...heh! The more humorous version of the last 30 hours: I woke up Saturday morning with a 'Brazilian' hair cut 'down-there' and breakfast in bed consisting of scrambled eggs and oatmeal, a tangle of electrical leads attached to the torso/legs, enough leads to do a fancy dyno run on a motorbike. I would be remiss if I failed to mention, all this happens while surrounded by lots of happy ladies in hairnets, dressed like smurfs.  The last 30 hour also serves notice to my memory, why I don't like oatmeal. I am pretty sure, for- First prize in the Rapid City SD Hospital Bed Races to the operating room, you are awarded, some really cool x-rays or your heart and surrounding arteries, etc. PLUS, bonus points are awarded for multiple puncture wounds, colored tapes, holding down the wound-dressing and bruises in places you did not have bruises since, well, since the 'last-time-you did-this.' Repeat customers are given a People's Choice award of non-slip socks and public praise/comments, like, 'I did not recognize you with your clothes on.' Well, it is nice to be remembered, I think. And then there are the 'chemicals', which are offer varying degree's of relief (but you have to ask nice. cough.) If all else fails, squealing like a coyote caught in a trap substitutes for asking nice. At least I seem to remember the squealing worked really well in 2006 for broken ribs and collarbone, yet, I digress. What is there not to like about an experience like that! I am glad I was not in the middle of PA, OH or SD with chest pain and looking for a hospital. No offense to PA or Ohio, because If I were there, I would not be able to say to my son, "Here hold this (dive watch) while I go to the Hospital Bed Races" then waking up to discover he has gone home with a trophy watch nicer than the watch he started the day with. In every experience, one can learn something valuable. Once again, I verified hospitals are a great place to seek medical assistance, but a poor place to find rest. I think it was more quiet in the Pilot Ready Room during flight ops than the Cardiac ICU. For those who don't know, the Pilot Ready Room for Naval Aviators, as well as their staterooms are located one deck below the flight deck; ie the RR ceiling, aka as the 'overhead' is the flight deck.) and so it goes. Very light duty for at least a week = more Brazilian Olympic TV experiences. I for one, am grateful the Olympic Brazilian experiences available this week, even if my personal participation is the event of offering a medical- Brazilian haircut, 'down-there.' Reporting, still-alive, from Sturgis, SD revmaaatin.

[george.eckles]

Yeah, cardiac catheterization can leave things a little breezy ". Get Outlook for Android On Sat, Aug 13, 2016 at 8:25 PM -0700, "mjearl4@... [DSN_KLR650]" DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com> wrote: List,

There is a current TV commercial about someone getting a memo about their pending heart attack; here is mine....

  Things got a little more interesting since I last wrote; if I did not have insurance, I think I would have spent the money for 5-6 nice, pre-owned Tenere's motorbikes to fix the most immediate health issue (always something new. cough.) At the very least with good insurance, I think I my-co-pay at the hospital will be the better part of what would have been, the down payment for a very nice motorcycle. wink.  (Yes, I confess, I have been looking at a girlfriend for the KLR.) After three consecutive nights where I walked the dog and experienced the same (severe) shortness of breath and a tight chest, I felt I needed to do an intervention; these were the same pre-heart attack symptoms I had 4 days prior to my heart attack in May, 2014. Slow learners sometimes get to do a 'do-over' and this was going to be my chance at a do-over if I am paying attention to the memo-like experience. After a seemingly endless Thursday night of restlessness, I ended up in the ER on Friday morning, still annoyed with light chest pain, shortness of from the previous evening of dog walking. Adding a 9am incident of beaded sweats, that suggested you play the song, "OK, I give up,' I gave up on getting better. I walked into the Sturgis ER where I met lots of caring individuals, some of which have cared for me before, and attracted such comments, 'you again?' We played a little medical-dice, drew blood, which I don't remember, and played a little game of 'speed-read and sign, here, here' which gave me a wrist bracelet and an E-ticket ride in a 'red-flashing-light vehicle' to the next higher medical facility yesterday...heh! The more humorous version of the last 30 hours: I woke up Saturday morning with a 'Brazilian' hair cut 'down-there' and breakfast in bed consisting of scrambled eggs and oatmeal, a tangle of electrical leads attached to the torso/legs, enough leads to do a fancy dyno run on a motorbike. I would be remiss if I failed to mention, all this happens while surrounded by lots of happy ladies in hairnets, dressed like smurfs.  The last 30 hour also serves notice to my memory, why I don't like oatmeal. I am pretty sure, for- First prize in the Rapid City SD Hospital Bed Races to the operating room, you are awarded, some really cool x-rays or your heart and surrounding arteries, etc. PLUS, bonus points are awarded for multiple puncture wounds, colored tapes, holding down the wound-dressing and bruises in places you did not have bruises since, well, since the 'last-time-you did-this.' Repeat customers are given a People's Choice award of non-slip socks and public praise/comments, like, 'I did not recognize you with your clothes on.' Well, it is nice to be remembered, I think. And then there are the 'chemicals', which are offer varying degree's of relief (but you have to ask nice. cough.) If all else fails, squealing like a coyote caught in a trap substitutes for asking nice. At least I seem to remember the squealing worked really well in 2006 for broken ribs and collarbone, yet, I digress. What is there not to like about an experience like that! I am glad I was not in the middle of PA, OH or SD with chest pain and looking for a hospital. No offense to PA or Ohio, because If I were there, I would not be able to say to my son, "Here hold this (dive watch) while I go to the Hospital Bed Races" then waking up to discover he has gone home with a trophy watch nicer than the watch he started the day with. In every experience, one can learn something valuable. Once again, I verified hospitals are a great place to seek medical assistance, but a poor place to find rest. I think it was more quiet in the Pilot Ready Room during flight ops than the Cardiac ICU. For those who don't know, the Pilot Ready Room for Naval Aviators, as well as their staterooms are located one deck below the flight deck; ie the RR ceiling, aka as the 'overhead' is the flight deck.) and so it goes. Very light duty for at least a week = more Brazilian Olympic TV experiences. I for one, am grateful the Olympic Brazilian experiences available this week, even if my personal participation is the event of offering a medical- Brazilian haircut, 'down-there.' Reporting, still-alive, from Sturgis, SD revmaaatin.

[SniperOne308]

I'm glad to note your rough technical ride did not diminish your since of humor Martin.  Keep us informed on the progress. Of course you have now created an interesting exercise in what sort of "girlfriend" might be an appropriate mate for a well modified KLR.  A spunky little DRZ perhaps?  Randy Sent from my Verizon 4G LTE smartphone -------- Original message -------- From: "mjearl4@... [DSN_KLR650]" DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com> Date: 8/13/16 9:25 PM (GMT-07:00) To: DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com Subject: [DSN_KLR650] NKLR: Your body is sending a memo--   List,

There is a current TV commercial about someone getting a memo about their pending heart attack; here is mine....

  Things got a little more interesting since I last wrote; if I did not have insurance, I think I would have spent the money for 5-6 nice, pre-owned Tenere's motorbikes to fix the most immediate health issue (always something new. cough.) At the very least with good insurance, I think I my-co-pay at the hospital will be the better part of what would have been, the down payment for a very nice motorcycle. wink.  (Yes, I confess, I have been looking at a girlfriend for the KLR.) After three consecutive nights where I walked the dog and experienced the same (severe) shortness of breath and a tight chest, I felt I needed to do an intervention; these were the same pre-heart attack symptoms I had 4 days prior to my heart attack in May, 2014. Slow learners sometimes get to do a 'do-over' and this was going to be my chance at a do-over if I am paying attention to the memo-like experience. After a seemingly endless Thursday night of restlessness, I ended up in the ER on Friday morning, still annoyed with light chest pain, shortness of from the previous evening of dog walking. Adding a 9am incident of beaded sweats, that suggested you play the song, "OK, I give up,' I gave up on getting better. I walked into the Sturgis ER where I met lots of caring individuals, some of which have cared for me before, and attracted such comments, 'you again?' We played a little medical-dice, drew blood, which I don't remember, and played a little game of 'speed-read and sign, here, here' which gave me a wrist bracelet and an E-ticket ride in a 'red-flashing-light vehicle' to the next higher medical facility yesterday...heh! The more humorous version of the last 30 hours: I woke up Saturday morning with a 'Brazilian' hair cut 'down-there' and breakfast in bed consisting of scrambled eggs and oatmeal, a tangle of electrical leads attached to the torso/legs, enough leads to do a fancy dyno run on a motorbike. I would be remiss if I failed to mention, all this happens while surrounded by lots of happy ladies in hairnets, dressed like smurfs.  The last 30 hour also serves notice to my memory, why I don't like oatmeal. I am pretty sure, for- First prize in the Rapid City SD Hospital Bed Races to the operating room, you are awarded, some really cool x-rays or your heart and surrounding arteries, etc. PLUS, bonus points are awarded for multiple puncture wounds, colored tapes, holding down the wound-dressing and bruises in places you did not have bruises since, well, since the 'last-time-you did-this.' Repeat customers are given a People's Choice award of non-slip socks and public praise/comments, like, 'I did not recognize you with your clothes on.' Well, it is nice to be remembered, I think. And then there are the 'chemicals', which are offer varying degree's of relief (but you have to ask nice. cough.) If all else fails, squealing like a coyote caught in a trap substitutes for asking nice. At least I seem to remember the squealing worked really well in 2006 for broken ribs and collarbone, yet, I digress. What is there not to like about an experience like that! I am glad I was not in the middle of PA, OH or SD with chest pain and looking for a hospital. No offense to PA or Ohio, because If I were there, I would not be able to say to my son, "Here hold this (dive watch) while I go to the Hospital Bed Races" then waking up to discover he has gone home with a trophy watch nicer than the watch he started the day with. In every experience, one can learn something valuable. Once again, I verified hospitals are a great place to seek medical assistance, but a poor place to find rest. I think it was more quiet in the Pilot Ready Room during flight ops than the Cardiac ICU. For those who don't know, the Pilot Ready Room for Naval Aviators, as well as their staterooms are located one deck below the flight deck; ie the RR ceiling, aka as the 'overhead' is the flight deck.) and so it goes. Very light duty for at least a week = more Brazilian Olympic TV experiences. I for one, am grateful the Olympic Brazilian experiences available this week, even if my personal participation is the event of offering a medical- Brazilian haircut, 'down-there.' Reporting, still-alive, from Sturgis, SD revmaaatin.