Ladies Lead

reboopie said:
Sadly, this is true.

My brother use to get mad at me for taking his Tonka trucks. Now I would be considered a delinquent as I used the truck it to run over a barbie whose head I had filled with ketchup. I also used my easy bake oven to cook caterpillars.

My mom just let me be me and even got me my own BB Gun, which was promptly taken away as I shot my brother in the butt with it. (He deserved it) All while wearing dresses.

Where do you draw the line between being a tom-boy and being a sadistic sociopath?

who knows. all I know is girls who like guns are hot.
 
Rocan said:
Where do you draw the line between being a tom-boy and being a sadistic sociopath?

who knows. all I know is girls who like guns are hot.

Not sure where the line is but I am sure I crossed it many times as a kid.

Yeah, I am hot I have my CCW.
 
Rocan said:
One night with me is a lifetime of satisfaction... but you wouldn't know... Only the ladies get to know that.

Nothing wrong with your sense of humor!
 
Rocan said:
To say the least, I put her behind me. She was a sweetheart and i never really fell out of love with her... I just had to move on. I guess it just wasn't meant to be, but it was grand while it lasted. It ended on our 6 month anniversary after an argument. we were overseas together in malta and the fight ended with her handing back a necklace I had given her... A simple arrow head on a string, but it means the world to me as I've had it since I was a child and worn it daily since. I put my heart and soul into that relationship and just couldn't stand to have her push it away like that. When I returned from my trip the first thing i did before i even got home was stopped at her house and waited for her. she had gotten really depressed because of the whole ordeal and her parents wouldn't let me near her. we talked for a while after that but it just wasn't the same. I spent much of my time at school messing around to try and get her out of my thoughts, but it never really compared and I felt I had lost the one. then my second semester I met a really sweet girl and we fooled around for a bit. I was really into her and complimented her constantly, and a day came when she told me that she thought I was just complimenting her to get in her pants and that she would rather not continue messing around with me before I hurt her. So I was left with a choice, ask her at that moment to be my girlfriend or lose her. Something deep down told me not to let go, and before she could tell me to piss off I kissed her and told her to be my girlfriend. three months later and we are still together.

Perhaps my second love. Perhaps my first love wasn't love. who knows. the first relationship was with a girl who was the exact opposite of me. In a way I had to change myself to be with her, and that is probably what made it so hard towards the end. The girl I am with now is so similar to me it is freaky.... she even was born 3 days after myself. Hopefully we will be together for some time to come. She has all the qualities a sensible man would look for in a wife, and add on to that the fact that she loves everything I do and it is a match made in heaven. But I've learned my lesson, so I'm taking it slow. Giving us space so that I can learn what I truly like about her. already I can tell that there is more to this relationship then my last one... in a way I guess I could say I loved my last girlfriend more as a child then as a lover. She was a selective mute (a case study, in fact) so I feel much of my love for her came from the dedication I had to learning about her, rather than simply loving her for who she was.

I should stop though, cover myself in grease, and say something manly about how women are hard to understand... I'm surrounded by sharks in a sea of testosterone, of course.

i hope it works out with you two! i was always afraid that i won't ever feel the kind of love i felt for my first love again. but now i'm afraid that you can feel that kind of love for a large number of people. not sure what's worse. but what do i know, i'm still a kid.
 
AH! So much response!

Garage Rat said:
Was that a kit?
no – it was not a kit. She bought a Columbus Chromor tube set and detailed the lugs herself. All the parts she picked herself.

DrJ said:
Wow that's amazing. I've built many bicycles but never built a frame although I'm a decent brazer. Have to admit, it is a huge step from bicycle wrenching to motorcycle wrenching since I've done both. At first I was very intimidated because a motorcycle is a thousand times more complicated but I learned slowly in small increments.
I’ve done both too – I pushed her to build a custom because she wasn’t ever comfortable on a stock bike. I think everyone here can understand that. I have my own custom, too so when we ride together in boston all the bike nerds geek out at our steeze.

teazer said:
That was amazing. She should be royally proud of herself. Awesome piece of work.
I think she is quite proud.

Brendami said:
that brooks saddle is SWEET! very nice build :)
She loves the womans brooks – matching bar wrap and toe straps are over the top.
 
my wife also built her bike (seen below) and she is a big part of every bike we build from the ground up here in the shop... as far as leading the crew... she HATES to be in front... thinks some idiot will run up on her from the back in our group... so like me, she likes to hang in the back of the pack so we can do our own thing we typically ride in a group of 15 or more

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this was her build
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her fighter (she designed this whole bike and was a big part of the build)
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the enfield
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the gsxr
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Sonreir said:
That does seem to be the case. I suspect it's because we raise our sons to play with legos, erector sets, and tinker toys and then hand our daughters dolls and toy kitchens.

Not exactly true,

We did a case study in high school years ago of a psychologist who questioned Nature vs Nurture in a particular case where a child was born a hermaphrodite. The child's penis was removed shortly after berth and the parents were given strict rules to raise the child as a girl. Dolls, dresses, pink pony's, the lot. There were periodic counselings with the Dr discussing what the differences were with girls and boys, what each of them do and they're "roles' in daily life. It was working well until years passed and the patient was found playing more with trucks and "boy" toys. You can imagine the complications that followed when the patient wanted to live as a male.

So yea, Nature is what you are, Nurture is where you go from there.
 
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