Softball or curve-ball? Lol.
So, only a few select people call me this in real life. I used it here for some reason and it seemed to resonate with people and so I ran with it.
Anyway, I'll give the basic story...I used to play American football, I was a running back (full back to be precise). I began as an outside line backer (on defence) though, in the early years, and was somewhat tenacious and exuberant when it came to chasing down and tackling the ball carrier. I was single-minded, pretty brutal and rarely let an opportunity go...Much like one of those vicious junk-yard guard dogs that get locked in the yard at night, and let off the leash.
So we were at training one night preparing for the next game and the defence were working on strategy on a whiteboard. The coach, a former Seattle Seahawk player who had relocated to Australia, said and then we'll let the junkyard dog off the chain and he can fuck the ball carrier up, or whomever else he can chase down probably. Something to that effect. He meant me, and it stuck.
From there I got, the dog, junk-yard, chainer, mad-dog, frother (as in frothing at the mouth), the poodle and any number of things but the G-dog ended up being the one that stuck.
The team would say things like, who's going to fuck up the quarterback huh? In a voice one would speak to a puppy in...I'd get c'mon boy, time for your walk and all sorts of shit. It was funny...In the end most people just called me G-dog.
I don't get it a lot now, unless I run into team mates from the old days, sometimes a fan or two recognises me, someone who used to come to the games, and they'll greet me. It works on hive I guess though Nicknames are important here in Australia and if one is given one they tend to stick, certainly within the crowd that gave it. It's worn as a badge of honour, even if it's a shitty one, because it means one is accepted.
So, that's it. Time to get back into my kennel! Lol.
Good question mate, was fun answering it. Now your turn...Do you have a nickname?
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The short answer is no.
My cat has a nickname, actually multiple ones. So does my son. Me on the other hand, just plain old Dave or David (only used by my parents, no suprise there).
I've had a few nicknames, depends on what circles I mix in. Lawrence is one of them because I once wore a shemagh head covering thing at the gun range...Someone said I looked like Lawrence of Arabia, the British Officer who gained fame in World War 1 as an operative in the Middle East. There's no resemblance of course, but one can't help the ignorance of others.
If you don't know what a shemagh is...(Most military personnel who deploy to the sand box use them.)
Dave huh? Here you'd be Davo at the very lease. Dave-O.
Dang, got to get me one of these..could help to protect against the harsh Canadian winters!
There's so many ways to use them...I use mine to ward off the sun, usually whilst shooting.
On this occasion I was shooting the IPSC State Titles and it was 46°C (Around 114F) My wife had wet it down to try and cool me down a bit between shooting stages which were all dynamic (running etc.)
I'll be honest though, I think you'll need something a little more robust for those Canadian winters...I heard they are really cold! (Had an uncle who lived in Toronto)
Yes, Toronto is super cold with that humidity and all. Like a bone chilling cold. May even be colder than Saskatchewan.
Need to drag my Aussie ass over there someday...2023? Hmm, possibly, if the pandemic stuff is over. I'll not come in winter, and if I do I'll bring my shemagh...And one for you too. Promise.
Deal.
Well, Larry. Tell me how you really feel about the Borough Superior motorcycle?
It's the most collectible MC on earth, and Laurence of Arabia is partly at fault. He swore by them, so much that he owned 8. Actually, he died on #7 before 8 was delivered. Those 7 are the most valuable mcs on earth. Yes 7. The one that killed him was scrapped.
There are only 34 whole BS mcs known to exist. There's some parts floating around (also damn valuable) so 35 is always a possibility.
I wouldn't mind one or two of them in the garage...What do you think one would be worth nowadays?
I was at an auction in January where one didn't make reserve at $500,000. It wasn't one of the Laurence bikes. Number 8 traded a few years ago for 1.7 million.
Here's the one that didn't sell for half a mil:
Way out of my league, but good to see people valuing history huh?
Best car/motorcycle show around is some of the really big auctions. The one last year cost $20 general admission but had a really great show and it was fun watching the auction when I was done walking around...
Covid permitting I think a buddy and I are going to go to one in Las Vegas in January. Should be fun.
Here's number 8 it was on display in the Imperial war museum In London until about 2013.
Oh, my. It's really a gorgeous motorcycle isn't it? Thank you. Just seeing it makes me feel 'special'.
I believe there are many more hidden/forgotten in sheds around the country (UK) and certainly, a few more still exist than you mention, There's about 70 ss100 still out there and a fair few ss80 also.
I have heard rumours of a guy in Cornwall with 2 ss100 tucked away and every year some forgotten gems are rediscovered.
Lof A's number 7 was returned to Brough after his accident and repaired and resold
All I have is some of those parts you mentioned hung on my wall of fame. Lots of cool names here.
I hear rumors a little, too. There's always some really remarkable things being found.
There's a glorious wall. I just love stuff like that. Good for you! I am officially jealous. About the best I have hanging around is a pair of valve covers off a '63 Corvette fuelie and a pair of rear sets from a Hayabusa hanging around my house :)
Speaking of finds, there are motorcycles in sheds in the US, too. This 1911 Pierce Arrow 4 is a fairly recent find (it was sold in July) and it's unrestored. Looks like new. This is NOT my photo:
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That's rather cool, I love the Century bikes with the white rubber. I've been trying to get a friend to sell me his 1912 Triumph but he's still saying no. Can't blame me for asking and I shall keep doing so.