ryyannon

pmuh! :-)

Fiddy? You mean fiddle, Ken? Check out the neat bridge on this 1850 model...

am checking it out now - very interesting... brilliant idea - what will they think of next?!

I was just reading an article in The Economist about how the Canadian economy is really heating up - didn't notice how regional the phenomenon may be, but I sincerely hope that that is the case and that you'll find an even better position rapidly. As a person at your level, you sound like head-hunter material, meaning the type of person that is sought out by firms...once again, I hope this is the case and that all goes well for you.

offer yourself a spin or two a the rwg casino: will give all my rwg cash to whomever donates the next $10.00 to the fund....

who has the best bus?

that's 24 men, women and children who won't have to be blown apart in a market or a mosque by their own neighbors and countrymen. we can't help but do good wherever we are.

Keep the cash and send me a Fiddy. And not just a picture of one...

Tunisians.

I'm totally with JTB and Edge concerning Rod Stewart, but then again my idea of great music is Nancy Sinatra and Pee-Wee Herman... Any problems with that? And since I'm in a REALLY bad mood at this moment, let me add that I'd appreciate knowing what's happened to johnnyboy. I thinik some people know, and are just not telling. Which means that it's none of my (our) business. So why do I keep feeling that it IS my business? Any problems with that too? Finally, to the asshat who has been putting me on spam lists because I was stupid enough to leave the access to my email address open, I've closed it, you fu$§*tard. Also, please think of me when the [censored] starts hitting the fan in your life - because it will. And sooner than you think.... Have a nice day, all.

I wonder if he will sell it at a fixed price or by the pound....

It's hard getting it down to just one... My favorites include traditional Anglo-Scottish-Irish ballads (by way of the Appalachians) such as 'Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies' and 'The Water Is Wide', to modern compositions such as Ewan McCall/Peggy Seeger's 'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face', to the Pogue's 'Dirty Old Town.' But somewhere near the very top would have to be any of the several bootlegged versions of Dylan's 'Percy's Song' - for his voice, and the unique, unfinished, suspended feeling of the narrative: http://files.ww.com/files/15905.html Strangely enough, none of the versions ever appeared on an album.... A close runner-up would be his 'I'll Keep It With Mine': http://files.ww.com/download.html?id=8935

Something nice to listen to while you're doing something nice for Edge... Life is a circle. http://horizon.mixdepot.net/download/6CXd5...djriver.com.mp3

RolexAward is in Sumatra, so he should be ok...

DJ River: The Blue Room 78 minutes and 14 tracks of lovely lounge and chill. Very nice indeed... http://www.djriver.com/comp_the_blue_room_.htm Scroll down from the tracklist to the download options.

That's all right, Ken. I'm not sure Miss Understood would have gone for the idea anyway... Now, what was that link again? http://www.rwg.cc/donations/ Hmm... Halfway there! All we need are a few more fives and tenners - the price of a lousy Starbucks and a Krispy Kreme!

Can you post a picture of her?

I hope it's not one of Miss Understood's. She'd never forgive you.

The forums are apparently coming under a password phising/sniffing/or whatever-type of attack. (Cf. WT post and WT email): ryyannon, There is an active password fishing attack being attempted on some of our sites (RWG.cc, RWI and WT). Be advised that on the IPB sites, WT and RWG.cc, if a password change or email change is attempted, your will get an email asking top confirm the change. DO NOT IGNORE THIS MAIL! While the password or email will not be changed unless you use the authorization link in the mail, it contains the IP address where the change was originated. If you get this mail, with the subject: "Password recovery information from WatchTrader (From WatchTrader)", please forward it to RepAttacks@gmail.com immediately. Thank you. Ron ------------------------------------- WatchTrader Statistics: ------------------------------------- Registered Users: 1261 Total Posts: 8167 Busiest Time: 68 users were online on 10th March 2006 - 02:15 AM ------------------------------------- Handy Links ------------------------------------- Board Address: http://www.watchtrader.cc/forums/index.php Log In: http://www.watchtrader.cc/forums/index.php?act=Login&CODE=00 Lost Password Recovery: http://www.watchtrader.cc/forums/index.php?act=Reg&CODE=10 ------------------------------------- How to unsubscribe ------------------------------------- Visit your email preferences (http://www.watchtrader.cc/forums/index.php?act=UserCP&CODE=02) and ensure that the box for 'Send me any updates sent by the board administrator' is unchecked and submit the form Quite frankly, I don't understand a damn thing concerning the above, but someone is apparently trying to hack into our data....

No, your illustration is as clear as spring water. You're (not 'your') a scholar, a gentleman and a much better grammarian that I, Nanuq. Some guys just have it all...

Since a few of us are reliving fond memories of English bikes, I can't help unabashedly recalling the 15 minutes of fame that were mine in lower Manhattan during the late 60s - thanks to a very special BSA 250.* (*Given the following, one might think that I was talking about a Norton Atlas or a 750 Bonneville, but strange at it may seem, the road conditions evoked by Les and Clive ("windy roads, just wide enough for one car and half a person") were pretty the same as those you encounterd South of 14th Street, which was my turf at the time in NYC. Pedestrians, double-parked trucks and cars, everyone weaving this way and that: at 40 miles an hour with everything whizzing past within a few feet on either side of you, you might have just as well been on a hedge lined lane in Devon, and a damn sight safer, as well. Even pushing it above 60mph on the long, straight avenues further Uptown was tempting fate. The valiant little 250 was all the horsepower I needed in Manhattan - anything more would have been overkill - in the full sense of the word). Anyhow.... The story begins on a weekend of shunpiking with a friend in rural Pennsylvania, during which I fell upon, instantly fell in love with, and purchased a single-cylinder BSA from a dealer who had set it up as a dirt track racing bike. After breaking several of his bones during one of the first runs, he decided to sell it while he was still ahead of the game, which is to say, before he broke the rest. His loss was my gain. In terms of looks, it was a flawless bike: [censored]by tires, brushed aluminium tank and fenders, a chromed teardrop headlight and a no-nonsense rear brakelight which had been added on to make it street legal. Even standing still, it looked like it was already in motion. The dealer had modded the engine in the ways only real mechanics can - valves had been ground, the exhaust manifold enlarged, the piston swapped for a more energy-efficient configuration, the ignition system tweaked, and I don't know what else. I'm no mechanic, and frankly, I didn't really care, since it was the sheer beauty of the bike that won me over. All I asked for beyond that was that it be capable of moving the way it looked, which is to say like the most sublimely beautiful bike I had ever seen. I drove it back to Manhattan in an unexpected freak blizzard and nearly froze to death on the way. As soon as I hit the city, I got stopped by the police, who oblivious to my near-terminal state of hypothermia, only wanted to know what it was I was riding. They had never seen anything like it before. Harleys, Triumphs, Hondas and what-have-you, yes, but never the incredible silver wraith whose well-tuned music belied the modest 250cc powerplant that was propelling it. The incident with the NYPD was just the first of many. People would lean out of their car windows at stoplights and ask what i was riding and where I got it. Pedestrians would slow down and watch me (the bike, of course) fly past. As far as I know, there was nothing else like it in Manhanttan. But the strangest thing about it all was how uncomfortable I began to feel on something that was such an object of fascination and attention. The first few weeks, it was flattering, but it soon became embarassing: I couldn't go anywhere without people (italics) looking at me. That, and the constant fine-tuning necessary to keep the highly-strung motor singing on key - like I said, I'm no mechanic - impelled me to part ways with it. I had no trouble selling it, and for the same price as I originally paid some eight or nine months earlier. The strange thing is that I haven't the slightest recollection of who I sold it to: something in me has blocked it out or erased it. It was certainly more than a bike that I parted ways with that day - it was a portion of my glory days in the incredible playground of New York that disappeared with it. The thumbnail image gives a ephemeral and fleeting remembrance of things past. All that remains are the memories and the distinctive, unforgettable odor of petrol and hot Castrol wafting up as I sped down the streets of my youth in lower Manhattan..

Great initiative, Admin. I'll try to add my more unusual tracks to the pot as well....

And in the words of Miss Understood (a notorious stickler for correct usage)... "My dear Watchums, don't you really mean 'YOU'RE all gay'?" Unless of course you're Nanuq, who might suggest that your intention was actually to employ the possessive pronoun 'Your' - meaning that you are offering or otherwise insinuating the possession by our honorable members of something (I dare not imagine what) which is 'all gay' - as in (example): 'Your florescent pink angora watchstrap is all gay...' (i.e., as in 'way gay') P.S.: Please don't sue me - just trying to help.

I'd be delighted to get together with Pug, Chris, Halley, Aronax and anyone else in or around Paris. We've got great people like Palpatine and (gulp) Slayer in Germany, with still others in Belgium and Holland who would be more than welcome... All are just a few hours away. But in the meantime, folks, how about a contribution or two? Make no mistake about it, we're not begging, pleading or otherwise haranging here. Although a graduate student rather than a full-time job-holder, Chris's life does definitely not depend on how much we collect. On the other hand, from time to time it's good to show our appreciation of one another - and of just being here - by a show of loyalty and solidarity towards a member who has already displayed the same qualities towards us. That's what makes this forum different from so many others, and that's what keeps it that way. Your contribution goes beyond lightening Chris's load, it touches us all and creates a positive current of energy which has far-reaching effects - effects which eventually benefit all of us. In offering a bit of what's yours you're offering a lot to what's ours - a unique source of information, cameraderie and learning which like all living things, needs to be tended and nourished in various ways. Your contribution is one of them, and will be greatly appreciated for many reasons....

Substance abuse would go a long way in explaining Mr. Lazarus's moves....