Last Bet

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  FredPeyer August 14th, 2017 15:33

  Kurt, never thought of death as a gamble, more of rigged game with a pre-determined outcome.
  Stunning poem. I do like your work.

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    Kurt Philip BehmAugust 14th, 2017 15:43

    When I had that Kawasaki H-3 leaned into the Daytona banking in 1972 at 140 mph plus, it
    was a gamble every time around.
    
    Anyway, the gamble was for his soul, not death; death is a certainty.
    
    Thanks
    
    🙂
    
    Kurt

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    FredPeyerAugust 14th, 2017 16:33

    Oh, my bad. And btw, the fastest I ever went was on a 750 4-cylinder Honda when they just came out in the late 60's. Regular, but very long straight road, no speed limit, no helmet either (stupid, but I was young and supposed to be stupid), going 210 km (about 130 miles). Then switched to Motocross racing, much slower but as much fun!

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  Kurt Philip Behm August 14th, 2017 16:45

  I had the first 'sand-cast' CB-750 in late 1969. I kitted it out with
  Paul Dunstall racing equipment (Fairing, Rear Sets, 4 into 2 exhaust)
  
  I still have it, and it's in the back of the garage. I keep telling myself
  I'm going to restore it. It's just comforting to know that its still there.
  
  That bike was with me for college, graduate school, and before marriage
  and kids. The memories are still vivid.
  
  Thanks, Fred
  
  Kurt

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  Gary Edward Geraci August 14th, 2017 22:48

  The anaphora "waiting to die" is indeed an inescapable reality; the possibilities between now and then are endless; one's choices critical - most especially in matters of the soul. One almost hears a silent line there at the end to "choose wisely."

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    Kurt Philip BehmAugust 15th, 2017 00:09

    As we should....
    
    Thanks, Gary
    
    Kurt