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eric strt6

Resident Curmudgeon
Sep 8, 2001
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Kareem and Wilt used to always come into my families beach hamburger joint in Santa Monica The Sorrento Beach Grill was a hang out for movie stars, athletes and top pro Volleyball players from 1950 to 1976 Wilt would come in in a convertible mercedes with no front drivers seat ( he sat on the back seat). Kareem would ride in on a 10 speed that my dad would lock up in a back store room for him.
Bol was 7'7" but thin as a rail
 

Repack Rider

Monkey
Oct 8, 2007
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Marin County, California
I rode bikes with Bill Walton. He was a hippie.
Agree that Bill is a hippie, but so am I. I met Bill one time at the bike show, shook his hand while he didn't give a shit who he was being introduced to. Bill is a Deadhead, and I was a roadie for another band that played with the Grateful Dead fairly often in the sixties and seventies. The person introducing me to Bill was the wife of Dead drummer Mickey Hart. Heard that Bill was at Phil Lesh's recent birthday party.

Story about Wilt. Huey Lewis the singer grew up down the street from one of my friends in high school. His real name is Huey Cregg, and his mother Magda Cregg was a well known local artist and free spirit. She had a hole in her ceiling that an exuberant Wilt Chamberlain had made while dancing at a party there.
 

Westy

the teste
Nov 22, 2002
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how long have you had that?
A year. The fucking thing is about as frustrating as you can get. It has a near identical drivetrain as the old wagon. Every time I touch the wagon I fix one thing and improve another. Every time I touch the 142 I end up with 5 more problems and still have the same fucking problem I started with.

It is fun to drive though. Surprising power, pornographic noises for a pushrod 4 banger, and I can slide it through a corner while texting. Not that I ever would want to, text that is.
 
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