Having seen a discussion of user names in a thread, I thought it might be nice to find out how some folks got their user names.
My user name (Nickle) is actually my "DeadHorse MC" name.
At the Adirondack Side Car Rally in 1993, I was sitting at a picnic table, with my back to the table behind me. I didn't wear a belt back then, and had a moderate amount of alcohol in my system (I wasn't going to drive anyways). I felt a draft behind my back and heard a nervous giggle. I turn around, and the woman behind me turned red as a Snap On tool box. I knew something had been done, and I knew who did it. The next morning, I found a nickle in my underwear when I woke up. (She held the coin so long and was so nervous, it warmed) The woman had already left. Now, I should mention that I knew her husband fairly well, but not her. 2 weeks later, at another bike rally, I see him. I dash inside, and ask "Is Barb here?", he says yes. About an hour later, I see her in the pavillion, and take a nickle out of my wallet, then strut in, click the nickle onto the table (loudly, like a German does it), and say "I'm sick of being the butt of all the nickle jokes you can crack." Everyone, but Barb, busts out laughing, she again turns red. I got her laughing over the course of the weekend. Now, she'd forgotten my real name, so I was referred to as Nickle from then on.
Ross, that Barb is Barb Kipp, the BMWMOA Ambassador from the Albany, NY area, now a really close friend. I don't know if you may know her.
My user name (Nickle) is actually my "DeadHorse MC" name.
At the Adirondack Side Car Rally in 1993, I was sitting at a picnic table, with my back to the table behind me. I didn't wear a belt back then, and had a moderate amount of alcohol in my system (I wasn't going to drive anyways). I felt a draft behind my back and heard a nervous giggle. I turn around, and the woman behind me turned red as a Snap On tool box. I knew something had been done, and I knew who did it. The next morning, I found a nickle in my underwear when I woke up. (She held the coin so long and was so nervous, it warmed) The woman had already left. Now, I should mention that I knew her husband fairly well, but not her. 2 weeks later, at another bike rally, I see him. I dash inside, and ask "Is Barb here?", he says yes. About an hour later, I see her in the pavillion, and take a nickle out of my wallet, then strut in, click the nickle onto the table (loudly, like a German does it), and say "I'm sick of being the butt of all the nickle jokes you can crack." Everyone, but Barb, busts out laughing, she again turns red. I got her laughing over the course of the weekend. Now, she'd forgotten my real name, so I was referred to as Nickle from then on.
Ross, that Barb is Barb Kipp, the BMWMOA Ambassador from the Albany, NY area, now a really close friend. I don't know if you may know her.