A list of more aphorisms suggested to me by friends after yesterday's post:
Si vis pacem para bellum.
(If you wish for peace, prepare for war)
Res firma mitescere nescit
(A firm resolve does not weaken)
écrasez l'infâme
(Crush the infamous)
l'enfer, c'est les autres
(Hell is other people)
Ex tenebris lux
(from darkness, light)
Futue te ipsum et caballum tuum
(the gist: Screw you and the horse you rode in on. Literal translation: Fuck you and your horse.)
Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius.
(Kill them all. Let God sort them out)
Thanks Tony, Mark, and Gabrielle.
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Saturday, November 12, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Motorcycle Wordplay
Please, please, please stop using the following terminology. It just makes you sound fucking stupid.
… like saying “8:00 a.m. in the morning”. As if there’s an 8:00 a.m. in the evening? Oh, hell. Don’t get me started again…
- Front fork.
Seriously. Where the hell else is there a fork? Sure, I know there are some internal pieces, but they’re specified (shifter fork). We know it’s not a rear fork, so just drop the “front” - it’s redundant and useless. - Rear swingarm.
Same damn thing. Okay, a few months ago, I read an article on a Bimota that’s using a front swingarm, but it’s probably the only one in existence. Maybe some of BMW’s front suspensions are close, but even they don’t consider the telelever and paralever to be swingarms. So, until some rip in the space/time continuum happens and the Bimota design becomes standard, let’s just say “swingarm”, and leave the word “rear” out of it. Or else I’m going to start talking about my front headlight. - “Assless chaps”.
Don’t. Just don’t say it. I don’t care if you wear them, hate them, laugh at them, think they’re only for leather-fetish gay men or for rodeo cowboys. It’s redundant. By definition, chaps ARE ASSLESS. If they had an ass, they’d be PANTS!! What, next you’re going to talk about sleeveless vests? Oh, I know: check out my new legless T shirt.
… like saying “8:00 a.m. in the morning”. As if there’s an 8:00 a.m. in the evening? Oh, hell. Don’t get me started again…
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