(reposted from Craigslist)
I bought my 2006 Hyosung GT 250 new in March of last year (2009) from Zone Moto; it was a Salon de la Moto demo, never ridden.
There are lots of forums and aftermarket parts suppliers dedicated to this bike.
- Leather Tank cover with bag clips ($200)
- Front Iridium Windshield ($120)
- Center Stand ($100)
- Hyosung Lowering kit ($100 with labour)
With only 3300kms, This is an awesome 250cc, light, quick bike, uses very little gas and amazing around the city and on the highway, especially ideal as a first motorcycle for new riders (like I was), women or shorter people since it's lowered (I'm 5'8" and the bike fits me like a glove). I ride with friends who have 500s and 650s and can keep up with them. It's less expensive, faster and better handling than a Ninja 250, extremely reliable (not a single problem with almost daily driving all summer) and has that awesome naked look.
It comes with the remainder of a 2 year warranty valid until March 2011 (so the entire riding season!) at Zone Moto. The bike was broken in properly and gently, the initial service is done (all synthetic oil), and it will be due for its 4000km service soon, which will be done by Zone Moto at my expense before the bike is sold (or, if you prefer to do it yourself, I will subtract the cost of the maintenance - about $100 or so - from the asking price).
It is like new, maintained meticulously, with only a few nearly invisible scratches (seen in pics below) on read fender and exhaust can - the bike was not dropped but I clipped the side of my garage door the first day I got it. The bike was stored on its centerstand all winter in a heated garage with a trickle charger, and the tires were rotated regularly.
I will include the original manual, receipts, a bike cover and all original parts / bolts / etc that came with the bike, including the kit to raise it back to stock height.
While I don't doubt that Xbox Live has many nifty features, I remain fairly skeptical of their ability to "help me enjoy Valentine's Day" the way I would like to. The technology just isn't there yet.
Then again, there's always Bikini Samurai Squad.
I like kids. No, scratch that - I love kids. Hell, not many people know this, but I actually used to be a kid. Infinitely curious with an imagination that knows no bounds, children have a way of seeing the world which is uniquely their own. They are nothing less than little people, with their own sets of rules, societies and laws, and one of the main reasons so many people find it difficult or awkward to interact with kids is that these people try to force children to step into in our "real" (ahem), man-made world, instead of working our way towards being accepted into the grand societies that children have built.
I must have been around 6 or 7 years old when I got my first computer; the family's Coleco Adam. Unlike most kids who had the marvelous opportunity to be exposed to computing at such an early age, I did not go on to become a hardcore, Godlike programmer nerd. This may have been due, in no small part, to my computer's tendency to "generate a surge of electromagnetic energy on startup, which can erase the contents of any removable media left in or near the drive." However, it did serve as a critically important introduction to the logic of programming, user interfaces, gaming, and science fiction. Several hundred "goto line"s and "run 80"s later, the path to personal technocracy had been laid.
Naturally, upon realization that my exposure to these themes was critical in shaping me into the strapping fellow you
see read before you, I became a strong evangelist for the sort of exploration encouraged by these early computers. In his post “Tinkerer's Sunset”, Mark Pilgrim details his version of this shared experience many young kids went through at that age:
"As it happens, this computer came with the BASIC programming language pre-installed. You didn’t even need to boot a disk operating system. You could turn on the computer and press Ctrl-Reset and you’d get a prompt. And at this prompt, you could type in an entire program, and then type RUN, and it would motherfucking run.
I was 10. That was 27 years ago, but I still remember what it felt like when I realized that you — that I — could get this computer to do anything by typing the right words in the right order and telling it to RUN and it would motherfucking run.
That computer was an Apple ][e."
It was a Tuesday morning, a couple of weeks ago, and it was one of the most beautiful mornings I can remember so far this winter. As I walked to Le Dépanneur Café, the biggest snowflakes you've ever seen were lazily making their descent to the ground. L'Esplanade street was mostly deserted quiet except for me and the crunching of the snow beneath my Columbia boots. Four or five hours of work fly by me like doves until my good friend Elizabeth walks in.
Benoit, the owner, convinces us to buy the CD of his newest musical crush - Erin Lang. I went ahead and paid the paltry $10 for it, while Elizabeth contents herself with a green tea cupcake, also made by Erin Lang that morning. I took a bite. It was pretty good.
I sometimes wonder what parts of my life I'll look back on with fondness in my later years. We tend to morph, twist and deform places, people and things deep in the recesses of our memories, warping proportions and exaggerating emotions. Whenever I listen to Erin Lang, maybe I'll somehow manage to remember the day where giant snowflakes fell on the plateau only to be destroyed under the heel of my even giant-er boot, worked on my laptop for many many hours and ate a dozen green tea cupcakes.
Hanna Z. Mansour, 1939 - 2009
Update: The Funeral will be held on Saturday, January 2nd, 12:30pm at St. George's Anglican Church (1101 Stanley).
Today at 1:45pm, surrounded by loving family and friends, my Dad passed away peacefully at Sacré-Coeur Hospital in Montréal, at the rather young age of 70, following complications from a stroke he suffered in early November. Those of you who are close to my family probably also realized that 10 years ago - almost to the day - his wife, my mother passed away as well. The almost eerie timing of the situation has left us all with more questions than answers, but we're thankful for the time we spent with him and for all the lives he's touched in his time here. We're as grateful to him for everything he's done for us as we are saddened by his departure. He will be remembered as a good man who did good with his life to help others.
In lieu of flowers, donations to the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Canada will be greatly appreciated.
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The Funeral will be held on Saturday, January 2nd, 12:30pm at St. George's Anglican Church (1101 Stanley).
If you have a shaved head and want to keep it, don't let it grow out more than a few days or so. Shaving your head after it's grown out more than a few millimeters is almost as irritating as when you shave it for the first time.
That is all.