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Are they kinda an iridescent blue? We've got 'em up here, and they do the same thing to crickets.
Ouch! Commiseration brother and good luck with the hip! My neck suffers mightily from a 1980 motorcycle/auto crash. My only permanent serious motorcycle injury now back to haunt me in my dotage.................Morning gang. My hip has been killing me for two weeks. I can hardly stand it to sit in my car and drive to work. I can work, and walk around but sitting position has me wiggling in discomfort the whole time. I’m only 36, too early for this **** to pop up. I’m sure it has something to do with my drunken motorcycle crash back in 2012.
Trying to finish a quail pen. Have 98 eggs in the incubator.
The cicadas are in full swing down south.
Nah, they're black and yellow, just like a 3 inch bee or wasp.Are they kinda an iridescent blue? We've got 'em up here, and they do the same thing to crickets.
I went down a whole lot more times off road than on pavement but was never seriously/permanently injured. I had some owies, boo boo's, and a serious burn on one leg once, but none were permanent injuries.Got lucky and never went down on the road. I beat myself up on dirt squirts in my younger days.
Worst I ever had was going off the high side of a dirt squirt hitting the washboard at speed and letting my knee find the only head sized rock in the whole damned field. Couldn't stand on it long enough to pick the bike up, so I sat there for an hour before a guy on a Triumph Tiger came by and asked what happened. He asked me if he stood it up, kicked it over, and held it 'til I climbed on and pulled the clutch in if I could make it home. He reached down and put it in gear for me, and I limped home in first gear. It would have been over a mile crawl, and I'd have had to leave the bike behind. Thanks, buddy!
In the end it comes down to luck. I was trailing the best off road biker that I've ever known through a clear cut at about thirty miles an hour on a Honda 500 cc single and watched his Husky suddenly flip endo, after a small limb fell between his front spokes. Instant stop and faceplant.Worst I ever had was going off the high side of a dirt squirt hitting the washboard at speed and letting my knee find the only head sized rock in the whole damned field. Couldn't stand on it long enough to pick the bike up, so I sat there for an hour before a guy on a Triumph Tiger came by and asked what happened. He asked me if he stood it up, kicked it over, and held it 'til I climbed on and pulled the clutch in if I could make it home. He reached down and put it in gear for me, and I limped home in first gear. It would have been over a mile crawl, and I'd have had to leave the bike behind. Thanks, buddy!
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