Could be a resurgent photo of the elusive Northern California BSAOC's very own "Maggie Neato" who has appeared on Goldstar Rons escapades to the IOM, the annual clubmans show, and BBQs and Beer quaffing events in the periphery of the California goings on of the NorCal club.
She has been frequent contributor and writes a personals and advice column in their newsletter on such topics as "Chrome nipple polishing" and suitable Lubricants...
She is listed here on the club roster:
CONTRIBUTORS: Maggie Neato (Personals) Write c/o the BULLETIN
Claude Baddley Retired Lion tamer
Sigmund Fraud Ex-analyst
Dwayne Pipe Retired plumber
Anne Nonomous
Membership:
The Northern California BSA Owners’ Club is open to all BSA enthusiasts at $20
per year. Associate membership is $5 per year for additional members in the same
household.
The address for submitting material for publication in the newsletter is:
17320 Santa Rosa Mine Rd. Perris, Ca. 92570
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e-mail:
[email protected]www.BSAOCNC.org-------------------------------------------------------------
here is a recent column, (any complaints contact the BSAOC-NorCal not me!)
DEAR MAGGIE:
My 1971 BSA Lightning has the original
Amal carbs which seem to work
well, but I sometimes get frustrated
with the ticklers because they are so
small and difficult to depress, especially
with gloves on. So when my
beautiful but kinky girlfriend asked
what I wanted for my birthday, I said
without hesitation, "Tickler extensions".
But I was surprised when my
birthday rolled around and my sweet
baby, with a glint in her eye, tied me
to the bed and told me to get ready
for my special present. As I was lying
there in quite a vulnerable state of
undress, I tried to work out in my
mind how removing my shorts and getting tied to the bed had
anything even remotely to do with tickler extensions for my Amal
carbs. Then she whipped out two peacock feathers attached to
four-foot pieces of bamboo and proceeded to tickle me everywhere.
And I mean everywhere. I must admit that we had a
pretty good time, but I still get gasoline all over my gloves whenever
I go to start my engine. Maggie, when am I ever going to
learn to communicate with women? – TICKLED PINK IN REDWOOD
CITY
Dear Pink Woody:
At the rate you’re going, maybe never. You have to realize that
normal people do not employ the same highly technical vocabulary
that bikers do. Consider where women are “coming from”,
that is, what their perception of reality is. Your girl, being attuned
to implications of the sensual sort, will jump to conclusions
that you may never have thought of. Such is the nature of the
“battle of the sexes”. Different hormones, different biological imperatives,
presto, different vocabularies. Stick with the touchyfeelie
stuff and you may get through to her. You know, “koochykoo”
instead of “ticklers”. But take off the gloves when you do it.
