A Picture Worth A Thousand Words. And My Thousand Words !
Thanks for such a great idea, John. I like pictures, like the shot of the RC in front of the Roseville City sign, because I can feel myself actually being there.
I can almost feel the cool, fresh breeze in that picture, as the one that Nobody posted of his RC in a parking lot with trees & hills in the background. I like to imagine myself in the pictures that I see on the Forum. And that is a great shot of your Mom & Dad with your sister, Nobody. Looking at that black & white picture with the clothes from the sixties, reminds me of the old shots of my Mom & dad as well. Unfortunately, I don't have a single one with me. They're either with my brother in Houston or my Mom in Pakistan. And who can forget those pointy sunglasses & shoes from that time ?
And thanks for those maps, Nobody & James. I shall look on Google Earth & see what the "street view" offers.
I love cats, Extrapolator. Looking at those tabbys brought my blood pressure down 10 points. Wish I could have one, but I would not be able to handle the added responsibility. My daughter who is 5, keeps asking me to get her one. Maybe when she's old enough to take care of a living creature.
James, looking at your immaculate engine block makes me want to rush out to my "Mechanic" to clean my engine bay as well. I'll get it done when I get my shipment of my rear cowl with the OEM air filters & get them put on the bike by the "Mechanic". I must get a hold of him next week because he is supposed to help me ship Stigs' parts to the UK. It's been long enough. Otherwise, you might read a thread called "Muhammad Atif Is A Terrible Shipper", if I don't get to it sooner rather than later (!). Just ask John how long it took for him to get the fuel tank.
The reason I share some of my experiences is that I've learnt a lot in life listening to what other people have gone through & reflecting upon that. I'm not on Face Whatchamacallit or any other "social media" site. Don't have any desire to do so. Leaves a lot of time for the family & admiring the RC.
Recently wrote about a serious incidence in Med. School that involved someone losing their life. I did not finish my narrative. Here's how things escalated in that situation for that unfortunate incident to happen.
I used to live in the dorms & there were two separate areas near the Med. School that housed a couple hundred students. One of my classfellows, NB, brought his girlfriend to his dorm. Females were not allowed to enter dorm rooms in the all male hostel, just as male students were not allowed to enter female dorm rooms in a separate housing area.
Well, he was asked not to do that by a group of students from a student wing of a conservative political party. The guilty guy, NB, was a hot head & got into some verbal arguments & threatened the guys who had admonished him. He went to a senior medical student, who was more like the "Hostel Thug", who rounded up some more of his goons. They then went looking for the group of students who had asked NB not to bring any girl to the dorms. A fight then took place & one of the goons took out a knife & slashed the neck of one of the opposing group of students. That victim also happened to be someone whom I'd shared a room with, when I first got to Med. School. He was a very quiet & studious gent. Another in that group, who got assaulted, was also someone I knew in my class. We were 2 yrs. out from graduation when all this occurred.
Since we were close to the ER Surgical Trauma Team at the hospital, my friend was immediately rushed by some of my colleagues into surgery for a serious injury to his Carotid Artery. He survived, but was very fortunate that he did.
NB, the guy who escalated all this, then disappeared from class, the dorms & in fact the city for several months. I'd heard that his father personally came from out of town to try & apologize for his son's behavior. Too bad it wasn't accepted, as NB did not make that gesture himself.
Well, during the ENT exam paper in our last year of med. School, NB showed up to take his graduation year exams. The ENT theory exam was 2 hours long. NB was sitting in front of me, but got up after only an hour, handed in his answer sheets, & left the Examination Hall. That's odd, I remember thinking to myself. There was no way he could've finished all of the ENT questions in an hour.
When I came out of the Hall & went to the Cafeteria, there was some commotion. Found out that barely an hour earlier, NB was sitting there eating, when a car pulled up outside, 3 - 4 guys jumped out & forcibly took NB with them. Nobody knew who had taken NB.
After 3 days of hearing nothing of what happened to NB, there was a body dumped out of a car in front of a major hospitals' ER. Turned out to be NB. He was dead.
One of the doctors who did NB's autopsy was the older brother of one of my classfellows & a good friend. He'd told him that he'd never, ever seen signs of such horrendous torture on any autopsy he'd ever done. There was not a single patch of NB's skin that was not marked by cigarette burns. His nails had been removed. Nearly every bone in his body was broken, including small bones like fingers & large bones like legs, arms etc. There was sand & water in his lungs. And other horrific details that my brain wishes not to remember.
After this episode, the guys in my class, who were involved in the initial fight, disappeared.
Apart from NB & those thugs he was involved with, I never could've imagined any of the guys I knew, who were involved in all of this, to be connected in any way to such a misfortunate incidence. They were likely not involved directly but probably knew who was.
I only met one of them by happenstance a decade later, who'd told me that he'd gone to South Africa for several years, when the police came looking. Luckily, I wasn't even remotely involved so the rinky dink cops never questioned me. Which is surprising because in a case like this, or any other for that matter, the Keystone Kops will pick up every one associated or in any way related to a "suspect" This may include the alleged suspects' 90 yr. old grandma in a nursing home !!
You may ask yourself where I was during the fight in the dorms, when NB got that Dorm Thug & Goons to attack the admonishing group of students ?
Where else could I be Gentlemen ?
I was on my bike, out for the ride of the day ! But boy, what a terrible ending to that day it was.
I shall post up Ride Pics of my bike ride last night later.
Take Care, Gents. And thank you all for listening, caring & sharing. For, as you already may know, sharing is caring.
P.S. Picture with a group of "other friends", with the main Med. School building in the background.
P.S.# 2: I'm 2nd. from the right & my colleague, "The Psychiatrist", who now lives in Baltimore, MD. & who is itching to prescribe VERY strong anti-psychotic drugs for me, is 3rd. from the right. Right next to me. How prophetic !
Ride Safe & Friendly.
Last edited by Muhammad Atif; 09-07-2013 at 04:31 AM.
Reason: Wanted everyone to see my colleague & good friend, "The Psychiatrist"