If Mine I join Spoke

This was mine there queridinho. I bought this I join SX year 1996 zerinho in the concessionaire. I lowered (it was the two fingers of the soil), I placed spoilers, lighthouses of fog, sound, wheels, etc… the injured one marked presence since it was not common in the city to see one I join 1000 lowered and making favour of night in the avenues of the city witchcraft. “Trapaiadas” had been as much that we made with this car that will go to leave homesicknesses. The certain Saturday, our group one more time went to raise the motions in a farm here of the city. I decided to go with the car and not with the motion. We were in four. When arriving close to the entrance of farm (I never had IDO) one of my friends it said: “It enters here”. As it was in high speed, I tried to diminish and I played the car in the portière of the farm. The space was very small pra speed that I went and finished falling with the car in a ditch to the side of the highway. Uno was of low peak pra e with the trazeiras wheels pro high. One of my friends, the Japa, pra to sacanear who was passing decided to lie down in the soil and if to cover with periodicals. Who passed for the highway and saw the scene, then it imagined: “People in this accident Died” and went stopping in the acostamento. In one determined moment it raised and laughing he said: “You the much heat here, not of sleeping not… the Felício you delaying very with the tractor pra to take off the car daqui ". Well, they now imagine the face of the people who were stops there… do not apanhamos fortunately, hehehe. After this, three had been more porradas. In the last year vendi ferinha!

Year: 1996

Group of the S. Francisco

More friends: In foot, of the left right pra appears the Adriano, the Japa, I, the Celinho and the Tony; agachados the Ewerton and the Lucas with its knife to peel oranges (hehehe). All the nights in the esquina of the Native Street, in the San Francisco Quarter (I age the only stranger in the nest since Celso liveed in Vila), this group and plus whom was not at the moment of the photo, if congregated to place the colloquy in day. It has left each thing the arc of old the my friends. Good times!

Year: 1997

Machine is Yamaha

Another moment to liberate adrenalin was when we went pro half of the sugar cane-of-sugar with the motions “plucked” to raise and to try to show you endow them style Jorge Negreti. Here, I in a Yamaha RD 125 poisoned and ready pro areião. How homesicknesses of this injuring!

Year: 1997

End of Translation Encontro em Taquaritinga

Durante um, dos vários encontros de motos, aqui estamos na cidade de Taquaritinga-SP (Guigão, Eu e o Celinho), mortos de cansados e quase pedindo arrego pra voltar pra casa depois de dois dias sem pregar os olhos.

Ano: 1998

Adrenalina Pura

Na primeira foto aparecem o meu amigo Ewerton (à esquerda) numa RD 125 Yamaha e o Poponho (à direita) numa CG 125 Honda, dominando as motos. Passatempo dos finais de semana, saíamos de moto nos arrebaldes de Catanduva para empinar as "cabritas" e vibrar com as manobras que conseguíamos fazer.

Na segunda foto aparecem novamento o Poponho, o Everson e o Fernando (Eu). Na foto seguinte apenas saio de cena para clicar meu amigo Ewerton com a turma.

Ano: 1999

Minha Estação de Rádio

Amigos e visitantes do BdF Brasil. Resolvi abrir essa página especielmente dedicada a postagem de fotos de cunho pessoal e sem ordem cronológica. A intenção é mostrar aos visitantes, um pouco do meu lado pessoal. Minhas aventuras e peripécias com os amigos quando solteiros. No início do blog, lá no comecinho de janeiro de 2006, coloquei essa foto (minha estação de radioamadorismo e uma das minhas paixões) que aparecem dois aparelhos de rádio transmissor: o maior é um Kenwood modelo TS 140 S que fala em todo o Brasil e até no exterior: o menor é um Icom modelo 247 H que opera na faixa de aviação, marinha, polícia, bombeiros, etc. Com esses aparelhos, corri o mundo falando com diferentes pessoas com as quais jamais terei o prazer de nova conversa. Alguns amigos, conheci pessoalmente nos encontros promovidos pelos radioamadores pelo Brasil afora. Tem muita gente boa, lhes garanto. Mas chega de conversa e vamos em frente.

Atenção: Devido a época em que as fotos foram tiradas, a qualidade carece de comentários. Afinal, eu ainda nem sonhava em comprar uma máquina digital.

Ano: 1996