Would you like to win a set of lift brackets for your Tri-Glide for Christmas?

[iaff84]

Would you like to win a set of lift brackets for your Tri-Glide for Christmas? Already have the lift kit and would like a set of the rails to raise / level / relocate the tour box?

Post an inspired, really funny/weird/compelling/creative/outrageous, entertaining reason that it is YOU who deserves to win. Who ever strikes my funny bone the most will get a box from Santa for their Tri-Glide.

Rules, we must have some rules!
1) You must be a registered member of TrikeTalk.com.
2) You must own a Harley-Davidson Tri-Glide of any year, if not please don't post to enter this giveaway.
3) You must make a random post to this thread to be entered.
4) You must post an inspired, really funny/weird/compelling/creative/outrageous, entertaining reason that it is YOU who deserves to win. Fun huh????? WE like fun!
5) Contest will run 7 days or till I stop laughing long enough to make shipment.
6) I will select winner, so be nice and funny at same time!

MERRY CHRISTMAS
Dennis Swan

[JohnC]

Despite my claims to the contrary, I am not a Nobel Prize winner. Although I am pleased to announce that my retirement is now completely secure since I was recently named a finalist in the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes.

I was born in a small town behind the wall in a suburb of Boston, Massachusetts in 1961. However, I still claim to be no more than 39 years old. After all, I've gotten pretty good at it having achieved this milestone several times over. At just three years of age, I developeded an unhealthy interest in baboons. This would go on to play an important role later in my life. Although my early records are sealed by court order, I will tell you that I had a "typical childhood". Later I attended, and was often asked to leave, numerous colleges and universities in several states, finally earning a masters degree in Business Administration.

In 1984 I entered the record books as the first person to break all Ten Commandments in all fifty states in fifty days. Although the June 2-3 Missouri/Kansas cross border murder/idolatry spree casts a pall over my achievement, I remain proud of my accomplishment. I was also involved in many, various contacts with alien cultures during my travels to the Aztec temples in Central Mexico. I consider this to be of great importance as this was clearly a factor in my ability to retain a large repository of Klingon language and cultural knowledge.

I often speak in public, unless prevented by a restraining order, and relate a much more interesting story of my life when I do because, well, frankly, I lie a lot.

One thing I won't lie about is the impeccable quality of products available from tglidestuff.com. I already have the lift kit installed on my 2012 TriGlide and would love the lift kit for the tourpak. At my age, I need all the lift I can get.

[Bruce]

I already have both kits but just want to thank Dennis for a great product. It will be a great Christmas present for someone ---

[iaff84]

I really thought we would have dozens of folks here that could good spin a good yarn! JohnC has made a good start.
Weather is cold here, need some laughs to warm ones soul!

Dennis

[JimandMona]

So yesterday was the day of the first ride on the trike. With much excitement I made sure I had transfered all the needed items from the other bike to the trike, like rain suits, tools etc. I went to put on the plates and the bolts wouldn't tighten all the way down to hold them tight! (?) Not a problem! I can handle it! Temperature was a cool mid 40's so bundled with much anticipation of the "First Ride". Checked that I had in fact loaded up the music into the CD player and turned it on to adjust the volume etc. Off it went then because today I am going to listen and enjoy the sound of a twin cam motor as tight as it will ever be, nothing like a new steed purring (rumbling) awaiting for the time to roll out the throttle and grab the gears.The garage door was raised, the black beauty was fired up and let idle for a short moment. The area was checked for anything blocking the exit that may catch those wide flanks, gave myself the all clear, tightened up the helmet strap and pulled the gloves on tight...This is it! lets go baby...

I swung my leg over the trike, got off and put a foot on the floorboard then swung my leg over again and thought, Jim whats the best way to get on and off this trike? Thought again, don't worry you will figure it out. Lets just go!! I remembered how to use reverse, checked from the saddle the area one more time to make sure it was all clear so I wouldn't scratch the fenders, pressed the reverse button and... the trike didn't move! Then it hit me like the look on Mona's face when I do something stupid, I slowly reached down and released the parking brake and looked around again, good no one was around to see what I just did and I am the only one who will ever know it happened. I backed out of the garage and stopped, put it in 1st, pulled forward, stopped, reverse again, 1st pull forward, reverse one more time, 1st and woho here we go!

I got the the driveways end, stopped and checked traffic, turned right, used up most of the left side of the road and was on my way!!!
Took another right and just about stayed in my lane for the whole turn. I'm going to get this turning thing down I told myself. Taking the back way out of town. Getting used to the handling of the trike. Stopped at the first stop sign, put my feet down on the ground, put them back on the floorboards and started off. Two blocks later I pull into a empty parking lot, get out my air shock pump, pull off the side cover, unscrew and drop the valve cap, lower the 40 lbs of pressure I had put in the night before to 15 lbs, crawled around under the trike looking for the valve stem cap, cussed at it, then found it where it had rolled behind the trike. Buttoned up the side cover and away I go, oh wait I left the brake on again, its OK I can handle it! Stop sign, left turn and this time I meant the cross to the outside lane so all is good. The next section of road was quite a mess with the uneven pavement so got to experience the trike "rolling" side to side. Its OK, no problem its a trike and I know its going to handle different. Wondered to myself, self, whats Mona going to say about this the first time? No worry shes been behind me for thousands of miles and hasn't complained yet, unless I didn't stop at the rest area like she asked. Right turn onto a highway, extra effort turning right because someone else was using the left lane and was willing to hit the new trike if I got in his way, yup this turning thing is coming to me.

The highway is loaded with gentle sweeping curves, both left and right, so I was looking forward to meeting them all in the next few minutes. Approaching the first right hander I slowed down, downshifted and steered, not leaned, though the corner, see I have learned from all of you! I sweeped though the corner at a roaring 35 mph and stayed in my lane! I can really handle this! The next 15 minutes I practiced riding in the roadway first middle then off center to the left, then the right all the while checking side to side to see where the fenders are so as to not cross the center line. Glad once no one was coming at me because I looked over my left shoulder and drove over the centerline. I can handle this, and not get ran over. Another of my favorite turns, Left, and within a few minutes find myself sitting in the parking lot at work, calling all my Buddy's out to come and see the trike. All of them show up, leaving the factory without any maintenance men, yes I am a maintenance mechanic. I answer one question a million times as they meander out of the plant and towards the trike, is that a machine gun or an umbrella? I explain to these highly knowledgeable men that its an umbrella in case it rains and they all seem happy with that explanation. I'm ready to go, all my Buddy's waiting to see me ride off, but first want to see the reverse so I start up the trike, put it in reverse and... release the umbrella.

Its on to a family dinner, lots of my uncles sharing their story's of adventure and daring do while growing up. The grandkids climbing all over the trike and me dreaming of taking them on lots of road trips on it. It was a good time but now its time for more riding!! I load up the mini van for the wife, get on the gear, say my goodbyes and take off.. wait release the parking brake and take off! The trip home I was feeling really great and comfortable on the trike, corners came and went without me slowing down for them, swear I was back on 2 wheels a couple times, the swaying of the trike, telling me "I'm here for you Jim" and giving me the first bits of information I'll acquire in the next few years as we mold our selfs, and Mona, into a fine tuned man and machine, capable of great feats and great times on the road, exploring places we have never been and places we need to be. Another left turn and I see the driveway. Hmm I tell myself, self if you pull in kinda straight then back into the garage you can make a quick getaway next time.. As I'm backing into the garage I'm wondering if using the reverse for more then a quick backup from a parking spot, if it will overheat it or something. I'll figure it out. I get off and open the garage door, get back on and, yup you guessed it start, stop, release the brake and back it into the garage. I swing off the trike after shutting it down and tell myself what a great day this has been........

Jim

[TheBobs]

Already have the lift kit and tour pack rails. To whomever wins this contest, I'm happy for you and jealous! Good luck. Dennis, great idea. Now I'll sit back and enjoy the stories

[Bill1BigDog]

My story is the usual Christmas time feel bad for me story! As the times are bad for so many, so it is for me too! I work for Uncle Sammy(Obama) indirectly at the National Park Service here in Cleveland, Ohio. I have been a government employee for some 29 years and a hard worker, much to the surprise of general opinion now a days. For the last two years the Santa Obama has had a two year freeze on my Cost of Living pay and is speaking of extending it another year at least. Our National Park Service is one of the best liked Government agencys and the Internal Revenue is about the least liked. Our budget has been cut 7% for this year, we are running on the last past two years operating levels with no increases from way back then. So in this BooWho economy, I am still happy because at the very least , I am still employed, though no raises of any kind, even though everything still cost more.

So I thought I would ask for a raise and much to my surprise, I got one! It was a pack of tacks from my Obama Santa, complete with instructions to take a tack and each day add another tack to the bunch and sit on them. As time goes on, I could expect a huge raise that I deserved so well! This being the Holiday season, I'm not complaining at all and looking forward to my RAISE and paying more taxes after the New Year. Just maybe I could be the lucky one and get a raise with rails for my Tri Glide. Just a nice Holiday thought to all of you on this great forum, Happy Holidays and a Great New Year from a devoted servant to all of you good tax payers, I wish you all the best in the coming year.

HO HO HO!!!

[wimoonshiner]

This is a funny story that has probably happened to MOST people at one time or another!

It was a cool fall day in South Western Wisconsin, the first year we owned our 2010 Tri-Glide! My wife and I were out cruising the beautiful country roads checking out some small towns, shopping and spending some quality time together! The sun was coming out in full strength and turning out to be a spectacular day! We like to take our time on country roads in this wonderful state, so we can take in all the nice scenery. As we're cruising along, we see what seems to be a somewhat heavily traveled dirt road. So our inquiring minds got the best of us and we took our Tri-Glide down this dirt road. The road kinda followed along a corn field for quite a while, making a few turns and eventually looking like it was starting to fizzle out. We decided to turn the buggy around, jockying it back and forth. After such hard work we decided to take a break. Standing on the edge of a woodline in a quiet field, where we thought not a soul would be around, looking at my beautiful wife with the nice warm sun glistening off her hair, we decide to get a little "frisky" with each other! The next thing we hear........isn't the faint sound of a cow mooing......no, it sounds as if someone is walking through the woods!!

We're scrambling to "regroup" if you will, get back on our chariot and find our way back out! Well, as we're shuffling during the scramble, my wife gets on the Trike before me. I am always the first to board, so this totally throws our usual routine off kilter! I couldn't get my foot over the Trike because she was on first! I asked her to move back more and she said she couldn't! We were laughing hysterically at each other, just as high school kids do when getting caught when they do something they shouldn't be doing! I was finally able to get on and we started to head out of our predicament! As we were leaving, looking furiously around, I seen three deer wondering through the woods, watching us cautiously, as we exited the hilarious situation we were just in!!

The moral of the story; If we had the Lift kit and Lift Rails for the Tour Pak, my wife would have had more room to move back so it's not as much trouble if I get on second!!!

[03 Softail]

really funny, getting up in the morning, looking in the mirror, after a night out
with the boys.

Merry Christmas everyone
Dan

[iaff84]

So far, picking a winning story to date has been easy! Need MORE, make it harder to pick a winner!
Will select winner Saturday afternoon, enter early and often!
Dennis
Merry Christmas

[trikermutha]

While out on vacation many years ago in Colorado I left early to head off to my next destination, the morning was a balmy 45 degrees,as I was driving and getting higher into the mountain elevations I drove right into the clounds that were covering the roads. I could not see more than 1 foot on front of me and I was thinking do I stop or keep going as I had feared the worst hit someone that was stopping in this cloud mass or pull over and hope no one rear ends me.

So I decided to drive on several more miles of driving thru the mountains blinded by clouds. As I proceeded further and further it started to brighten up and low and behold I made it thru and lived to tell about my adventure of a lifetime.

Now that I am older and think about my adventure I need to go a clean out my shorts!!!

Merry Christmas!!!

[Ironhorsepilot]

This story wasn't funny at the time, but now that I look back.....No maybe not even now. It is a compelling story, yup and maybe even weird. I am still alive so at least it has a great ending.

We start a lot of our rides out on a narrow two lane road that takes us to the highway. On this road is a set of railroad tracks that are built up on a hump.

I always slow way down and crawl over them. This particular day, I didn't slow quite enough. My "little pony" (that's her name) bucked over those tracks and came down on her hinney while the windshield bag opened up and threw out all my essentials right onto the track.

Now next to this track are two little shacks with people sitting on the front porch, with their pitbulls taking in the scenery. They always wave when we go by. Today however, there is a cussing woman yelling into the mic on my helmet to my Hubby, who is dutifully following, nary a clue.
"I'VE HIT BOTTOM AND NOW ALL MY MONEY AND THE SECURITY CODE CARD TO THE AIRPORT ARE GONE!"""" "WHAT?" Yells back Hubby. "What do you mean the Security Code card is gone????"

It's back on the RR tracks. I saw it fly by my head. The strangers in the rocking chair with the pitbulls are now rocking harder and pointing. I pull over and George is asking why? " I told you, I lost my money and the security card to the airport on the railroad tracks!"
How'd you do THAT, asks the confused, dutiful follower. NEVER MIND!

Off the "little pony" I go and head back to the RR tracks, with Hubby still exclaiming WHAT are you doing? I start crawling around on the tracks. Strangers are rocking harder and harder. I am sure they are looking at their watch for the 4pm Norfolk and Southern. Sure enough, way out in the distance is the nice big light. OK. I need to at least find the security card.

George is still scratching his head, not quite sure how this all happened.

"Lady, the 4 oclock is coming. Why are you crawling on the tracks?" " WE likes your bike." "How much did it cost?"

Just as I hear the whistle in the distance, I grab the white security card, left the money and whatever else was in that bag and told George that I needed to get my trike lifted, because after all, I WASN'T going THAT fast. And to the strangers I exclaimed " You can keep the money!"

Merry Christmas everyone.

[jcolson]

Just wanted to say Merry Xmas & a Happy New Year to you & your wife Dennis!! Thanks for being a good friend & keep rolling out new products. Jim

[Roundabout]

My First Trike Experience

It was June of 2003. On a hot Texas summer day with nothing to do the dead silence was broken by an unexpected phone call. It was my wife's father and he wanted to discuss his possible vacation plans. So what, we thought, after all he was retired and could afford to take vacations of which he had already taken many in the past. This time, however, was different. He wanted to include us in his plans. Oh great, we figured we were all going to Branson. Not a bad place but just not our cup of tea. Hardly the case as our jaws dropped to the floor when he announced he wanted to take us to Paris. Paris...the city of lights! We couldn't believe what we were hearing. Here was our opportunity to at least pretend we were somebody in this world. There was just one caveat and that was I had to accept the responsibility of coordinating all travel plans within the next two weeks. TWO WEEKS!

I wasn't sure I could plan a vaction to Galveston in two weeks let alone a foreign country. Nevertheless, we were talking Paris and I accepted the challenge like a trooper. I would later find out I had no idea what I had agreed to. He had asked me to make the travel plans because he was aware I had taken four years of French in high school. Of course that had been thirty years in the past but when you're a senior citizen what's thirty years? Somehow I managed through my wife's unrelenting encouragement to make all the arrangements. Now I knew my wife's father at the ripe old age of 89 had some mobility issues. His ability to walk had been severely reduced and so he had purchased a 3-wheeled scooter. No problem, I thought, we'll just make sure the itinerary would accommodate his "needs". Altough we respected his "needs" we severely underestimated his "deires" but I'll give you a clue. One of favorite automobiles during his younger days was a MG Classic, which he owned and my wife still remembers.

There have been times when I have referred to that past vacation as the "Trike from Hell". I tell you we chased that man down the Rue de Rivoli, through the Tuilleries Gardens, and along the banks of the Seine. I couldn't tell you how many times he ran over my foot and there was this one time when he came within inches of running into a statue of Louis the 14th at the Palace of Verailles. I won't even mention the fiasco at the Moulin Rouge other than throughout the 2 hr. show that man's eyes were wide-open and glued to the stage. It was nearly impossible to keep up with this geriatric speed demon!

My wife's father passed away in December of 2008. Despite the aforementioned vacation, he remains in my mind as the most unforgettable person in my life. A brilliant man, a Rice University graduate with a relentless penchant for excitement, it is he whom I think of now that I have my own version of a "3 -wheeled scooter". It is he who taught me how really short life is and how we must make the most of what life we are given.

[trikermutha]

I am sure most of you have been asked this question "How much did you pay for that bike"

Well after hearing that enough times of being asked this question while at a stop light I turned the tables and here is my response " How much you pay for your car"

The look of shock on this persons face was a Kodak moment if I only had a camera ready! And the response was something I cannot repeat! LOL

Sometimes you have to turn the tables and try to get people to think what they are asking you!

Have a Nice Holiday!!

[TriGlide]

Can't I just pick a number???

[iaff84]

Can't I just pick a number???

Just looking for a little Holiday Cheer with some funny / weird stories instead of random drawing.
Dennis

[iaff84]

IRONHORSEPILOT Post # 12
You have won your choice of lift brackets or Tour Box Rails for your "little pony".
Send me a PM or e mail with shipping information and product you want.
Merry Christmas and thanks for story.
Dennis Swan

This story wasn't funny at the time, but now that I look back.....No maybe not even now. It is a compelling story, yup and maybe even weird. I am still alive so at least it has a great ending.

We start a lot of our rides out on a narrow two lane road that takes us to the highway. On this road is a set of railroad tracks that are built up on a hump.

I always slow way down and crawl over them. This particular day, I didn't slow quite enough. My "little pony" (that's her name) bucked over those tracks and came down on her hinney while the windshield bag opened up and threw out all my essentials right onto the track.

Now next to this track are two little shacks with people sitting on the front porch, with their pitbulls taking in the scenery. They always wave when we go by. Today however, there is a cussing woman yelling into the mic on my helmet to my Hubby, who is dutifully following, nary a clue.
"I'VE HIT BOTTOM AND NOW ALL MY MONEY AND THE SECURITY CODE CARD TO THE AIRPORT ARE GONE!"""" "WHAT?" Yells back Hubby. "What do you mean the Security Code card is gone????"

It's back on the RR tracks. I saw it fly by my head. The strangers in the rocking chair with the pitbulls are now rocking harder and pointing. I pull over and George is asking why? " I told you, I lost my money and the security card to the airport on the railroad tracks!"
How'd you do THAT, asks the confused, dutiful follower. NEVER MIND!

Off the "little pony" I go and head back to the RR tracks, with Hubby still exclaiming WHAT are you doing? I start crawling around on the tracks. Strangers are rocking harder and harder. I am sure they are looking at their watch for the 4pm Norfolk and Southern. Sure enough, way out in the distance is the nice big light. OK. I need to at least find the security card.

George is still scratching his head, not quite sure how this all happened.

"Lady, the 4 oclock is coming. Why are you crawling on the tracks?" " WE likes your bike." "How much did it cost?"

Just as I hear the whistle in the distance, I grab the white security card, left the money and whatever else was in that bag and told George that I needed to get my trike lifted, because after all, I WASN'T going THAT fast. And to the strangers I exclaimed " You can keep the money!"

Merry Christmas everyone.

[Ironhorsepilot]

Thanks so much Dennis! I have heard such wonderful reviews on your lift kit!

My hubby is just shaking his head. His list for things to put on my trike is growing! Winter projects, yea! WAAHOOO!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[TheBobs]

Ironhorsepilot, great post. Congratulations!