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Below is the Daily Planet: Official Newsletter of the San Francisco Northstars Motocycle Club. January 30, 2001.  If you wish to verify the text below, please download the original PDF.

Da i l y P l a n e t
O f f i c i a l N e w s l e t t e r o f t h e S a n F r a n c i s c o N o r t h s t a r s M o t o r c y c l e C l u b
January 30, 2001 Vol. 25, Number 11

WO R D S F R O M T H E WO R D S T E WA R D
ON M Y H O N O R, I W I L L T RY to serve my club, write witty tales of rides and roads laden with
smiles and bold adventures. I will play fair (yea, right), tell the truth, paint stories backed only
by fact—no gossip, just the straight stuff. I will not rant endlessly, nor will I show favoritism
to any club member (status not withstanding). YOU HAVE MY WORD. —LISA B. (and if you believe that...)

N O T E S F R O M D A P R E Z

Up d a t e d info about the new Northstars
mailing lists can be found at; < h t t p : / /
s i l c o n . c o m / ~ c a t f i s h / n s / m a i l i n g - l i s t - i n f o . h t m l > .
Members are encouraged to join the discuss list and
give us feedback there on the draft ride schedule
for 2001; < h t t p : / / s i l c o n . c o m / ~ c a t f i s h / n s / 2 0 0 1 /
c a l e n d a r. h t m l > .

JAN 28 Two-Mountain ride—Catfish

Ride report to come
FEB 17-19 Mojave Desert

D I RT ! California City ride & camping
FEB. 25 South Bay & Peninsula Day ride
FEB. 28 CLUB MEETING,SF BREWING CO.
MAR 11 North Bay day ride
MAR 17-19 Little Stone (Digger Pine)

D I RT ! ride & camping
MAR 28 CLUB MEETING, SF BREWING CO.
APR 6-8 Death Valley ride—Matt

APR ?? ??Open date??

D I RT ! This ride needs to be scheduled
APR 25 CLUB MEETING,SF BREWING CO.
APRIL ? Hey, when's the Song Dog ride?
MAY 4-6 Eu re ka " Lost Coast Lu a u"— R o o z b e h

SC H E D U L E O F EV E N TS
Fellow Northstars, on their way to the annual dinner, dress for the occasion.

The Na p kin No te s
This ye a r's annual dinner was as co l o rful as always. I took exte n s i ve notes (on a napkin) from in f ro nt
of my soggy eggplant dinner, between sips of bad red wine. Here's what I remember. As you
n o t i ce,my scroll be comes a bit more illegible as the evening prog re s s e s. I've tried to explain
a few of the comments, but leave the rest to your imagination.
These wo rds we re
re pe ate d l y s pewed fro m
our Pre s i d e nt's mouth at
the introduction of the
awa rds ce re m o ny. I have
no idea w h at they mean.
A re fe re n ce made
f rom last ye a r's
2 - m o u ntain ri d e,
this credit goes to
Pe te Sl o te.
Wine kept flow i n g.
Sometimes it made
it into the mouth,
sometimes not.
Someone snuck
this cryptic message
in when I
wasn't lookin'.
It helped to have an
e d u cated woman sitting
across from me.Thanks,
We n dy, for ex p l a i n i n g
the history of this chant
so that I 'm able to provide
the co rre ct spelling
of the term"Hymn."
Quips taken from stories of
last year's notoriously successful
rides and outra g e o u s
meetings.
"It's a job that nobody wants.
But you can do whatever
the fuck you want with it.
Write on,bitch!" (That's a "W"
not an " R ! " ) —Ga ry Thomas
on the role of Word Steward.
(Let me help you
out with this one.
It was the last note I
w ro te be fo re catc hing
a cab home.)
Re m n a nts from dessert.

page 2 Napkin Notes—page 1

2001 No r ths tar Of f i ce r s
President Mike Chaplin
Vice President Patrick Moriarty
Word Steward Lisa Brazieal
Ride Steward Roozbeh Chubak
Dirt Steward Steve Hursh
Treasurer Alan Macias
Sargeant at Arms Earl Minkler

P E R F E C T DI RT

Sunday morning after the
d i n n e r, several Nort h s t a r s
(Catfish, Julio & Denise, Matt,
Joel, Steve & Debbie) had the
p l e a s u re of meeting at Barry
Olson's place east of Oakdale
and getting to play in his wonderful
backyard. Barry is an old
flat-tracker who has a converted
3-car garage that is now his flattracker
assembly shop, machine
shop, and engine room. Beyond
the pool and grass area in the
back, are the 1/4-mile groomed
oval and what must be a nearly
1/2-mile long groomed TT course.
When I say "groomed," I mean
he has hauled in sand and whatever-
else to mix with the soil,
waters it when necessary, and
pulls a drag bar behind his truck
to smooth the loamy soil to
what Matt called, "Perfect dirt!"
There was not a speck of dust in
the air all day long.
Barry had also invited some of
his riding buddies out for the
day, so we had a nice mix of people
and bikes on the track(s).
Eventually, the soft dirt would
get some ruts from the larger
bikes; but then Barry would drag
it for ten minutes and we'd have
a perfect virgin track again several
times that day. Steve and Barry
had the gas grills out and fixed
burgers, dogs, and chili for the
assembled group's lunch. It was
one incredible day and we'll be
back soon, I hope!

—Mike Chaplin

Matt Brockway's photos are at
< h t t p : / / p h o t o s . y a h o o . c o m / s f n s m c 2 0 0 1 >

Julio "Hot-Shot" Sanchez was flyin'
round the oval on the XR120!
Steve Hursh on the oval
Joel spittin' BIG chuncks!
Matt "Unicycle" Brockway

In Case You Didn't Know. . . The history of the famous chant,
"Hymn, hymn, fuck him!" goes as follows: Used by Northstars
as a salute to anyone who had done anything outstanding;
good or stupid, according to one NS the line comes from an old
song sung at the Northstar Bar at Powell & Green. Evidentally,
off-duty San Francisco police and firemen frequented this bar
(which was men-only, including "no civilians"—cops, firemen
and armed servicemen, period!) The men would get seriously
drunk and sing this to whomever deserved it the most. The
hymn had several versus, but memories tend to fade with age,
so what is remembered goes as follows:

"Hurray for Jim
hurray at last
hurray for Jim
he's a horse's ASS!
Hymn, hymn, fuck him!"

"...just send me copies via email, and refer often to the
good old days when I was there, how things were smoother
and more fun and everyone was faster."—Ken Hendren
Quote of the month:

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3861 Greenwood Ave.
Oakland, CA 94602
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