The comment you are referring to is by, uh…the OTHER Dave…as in “Davewear” (see the link on the side of the page). THAT Dave is going to keep things interesting around here, but can there really be “too many Daves”? Perhaps if there were MORE Daves, we would have:

*Cheaper gas
*2-day work weeks
*”Free Pizza Fridays” as mandated by the government,

and

*World Peace.

Could life get any better? I submit that it cannot!

But alas, until then, you’ll just have to figure out which “Dave” is “speaking”. It will be alot of fun!

or, not.

–Dave (as in E2D Dave)

I suppose stuntmen are cool. But, stunt chicks ? Where did you get a picture of my dear old Mum hanging from a rope ?

I was always embarrassed she was a stunt chick. Other kid’s mums baked cookies; my mum jumped off buildings attached to a rope.

My years of therapy are almost finished.

I have, in fact, spent countless hours “stunt-riding” on my dirt bike. Many adoring fans have witnessed my prowess on two wheels. In fact, many had never seen any type of spectacular wipeout, so I was obliged to show them a few…ON PURPOSE, of course.

The most spectacular wipeout involved my face meeting the handlebars (hello? Face, meet bars. Bars, meet face) and then having a 10 inch impaled stick removed from my leg. It was after that INTENTIONAL wipeout that I became (painfully) aware of the “groin muscle”. Need I say more?

My family didn’t seem too bothered by the whole thing, until the third or fourth day when, because of my inablity to walk, I had rung a little bell, signaling to my wife that I needed a refill on my soda and the television remote control was slightly out of reach.

The groin injury turned out to be a non-issue….having “the bell” surgically removed from my nostril was MUCH more painful.

–Dave

Tell us about your own adventures in stuntman land. Have you ever done any actual daring, death-defying, dirtbike riding yourself ?

If so, how did it turn out…and did the family enjoy seeing you having such a good time ?