WHO
IS THIS UNCLE PHIL?
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About Uncle Phil Many years ago in the southern hills and hollers of Tennessee, I was born as a seventh generation Tennessee hillbilly. I first lived in a four room little house with a little shack out back. The only time there was running water in the house was when it rained. Being raised in the hills, I learned at an early age what real stress was. I got busy eating too many green pears then had to make a mad dash for the shack out back. I just barely made it, then I looked up from the throne to see the biggest red wasp nest I'd ever laid eyes on - right on the back of the door. Now that's STRESS! When I was a wee feller of 4 or so, I wandered out to the chicken shed and there it was a fully dressed Indian twin that my granddaddy rode! Fringe on the seat, saddlebags the whole deal. If motorcycling was good enough for Pa, it would certainly be good enough for me one day. When I was in the first grade, the family moved to a little city farm with indoor plumbing not a number 5 washtub in sight! There was also a creek at the back of the property that the city dumped their sewers in. So I got good at building steppingstones across it so I could get to the rock quarry on the other side to climb the rock faces. Learning to deal with the muck in the stream came in real handy as I grew older and learned the lessons of life as a poor boy. Somewhere along the way my Momma, who dearly loved music, squeezed out enough money for piano lessons. I fell in love with music, and have written a few songs and got them copyrighted. |
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In the fourth grade, my parents finally realized their dream a little squared up house in a subdivision and not much of a yard heaven for them and misery for me. Thankfully, I could escape during the summers to my favorite granddaddy's house to roam the hills and hollers, ride my bicycle and be free. Two wheels came early as a way of seeing what could be seen, so it was natural to get one with a motor as soon as I could. My first chance was when I was working at a service station at 14 years old. The owner tossed me the keys to a step-through Honda 90 and said Go get some change for the pinball machines'. After smoking the clutch a little bit, I was off like a wobbly rocket. When I turned 16, I went to the highway patrol office and took 1 written test and 2 driving tests 1 for a car and 1 for a motorcycle. My parents refused to cosign a note on a bike, so I went to the dealer anyway. He said Sure, I'll sell to you on credit. I know where you live so just miss ONE PAYMENT and it'll be mine!' I bought that 1967 Honda 90 for $174.99 - with a $15 a month payment in 1968. I learned early on the importance of giving your word about something then standing by it. Finally I upgraded to a brand new 1969 Honda CL90 Scrambler in Candy Red from the same feller on 'terms' like before. It was just about the first new thing I ever had of any consequence. |
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I determined then that one day I would ride the biggest motorcycle they made and travel across the country. I went off to college in the Smoky Mountains with my Honda for one quarter (all I could afford at the time). One evening as I was headed out of town, a drunk decided he wanted to see how far he could knock a feller on a bike and he did a swell job. My Scrambler was totaled and so was the helmet I was wearing. No one ever had to convince me the need for wearing helmets ever again! Outside of a few dead spots on the body, I was ready to ride again. When the insurance check came, I found a ragged 250 BSA Starfire and I was back on the road. | |||||||
This began a love affair with Brit bikes that were to carry me many miles. When duty called in 1971 (poor boys whose number got called did not have many options), I sold the BSA the night before I went into the USMC and was bikeless for the first time (and only time) since I turned 16. | |||||||
Six months before I was released from active duty, I bought a brand new 73 Triumph Trident from the money I had saved while in the military, and proceeded to wear it out. | |||||||
The first trip was 3500 miles in the first 2 weeks which was just a starter for rides to come. After my honorable discharge from the USMC, I found work as a computer programmer (a skill I learned courtesy of the USMC) with a local company and started back to college at night. One evening while waiting for the classroom to open, I met this pretty sweet thing that just happened to love motorcycles. Our first conversation was about motorcycles, our first argument was about motorcycles, and our first date was on a motorcycle. So Sharyn knew what she was getting into when she decided to hitch up to this old post. After 40 plus years, she still loves motorcycles and more importantly, she still loves me! | |||||||
In 1975 the most profound thing happened to me that changed my life forever. Being raised pretty rough, I had no use for religion nor it's trappings. In fact, we were married by a justice of the peace in my grandmother's side yard because I hated preachers that much. But a blessed friend who had been after us forever finally got us attend a little church that she went to. For the first time in my life I heard a man speak of Jesus Christ with compassion in his heart and tears in his eyes. To make a long story short, Sharyn and I came to know the Lord Jesus Christ in a personal way that changed us forever. The peace that we know now in our hearts has carried us through many troubles and heartaches. Having lived on 'both sides of the fence', let me recommend My Dearest Friend - the Lord Jesus Christ. As I have said to many people, if what you believe spiritually does not have a profound effect on your life, then what good is it? He is the Way, the Truth, and the Light and knowing Him will change you. As He Himself said in John 14:6 - Jesus saith unto him, I am the way (the gate), the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. |
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Picture Taken In Scotland On My 2006 UK Tour |
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He will be there when you need Him and I can tell you that the words of Psalm 23 are true - The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. |
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As time and
the miles went by, the Triumph began leaking and burning more oil than
gas. I knew it was time to say good-bye to the old girl and get something
else. When I went looking, I found a used 78 XS1100 Yamaha, one of the
largest street bikes available at the time.
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It had been originally owned by the shop's maintenance manager and he had done a bunch of special engine and brake work on it until it scared him too much that he sold it to me. As parts for the Yamaha got tougher to get, I had to start looking for my next bike. After a test article comparing Triumph, BMW and the ST1100 Honda came out in MCN, I decided to look at the ST1100 in 1997. The real selling point This bike has no personality it just does what it's supposed to do quite well'. Personality? You mean like Lucas the prince of darkness electrics? Wash your hand with gas Amal carbs? Ever warm and fluctuating Zener diodes? Chains that stretched a whole link right out of the box? I visited a local dealer and they tossed me the keys. When I got back from the ride they got a check! Now here was a road machine that a feller could get real comfortable on. In fact, I loved it so well, that I bought a brand new ST1100 02 ABS from a Florida Dealer on Halloween 04 just to have a good enough supply to last me til my toes turned up. I broke it in on the ride home and took it to my local dealer for it's first service shortly there after. I picked up 2 more used ST1100s since then so now I have the Redbird 97 ST1100 standard, SweetTreat 02 ST1100 ABS, Frost - 97 ST1100 ABS and BlueBelle - 01 ST1100 ABS. |
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And the rest
of the story and their adventures you can read about on this website.
Thanks for stopping by and hope I see you on the road one day. Later
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Uncle Phil |
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You can contact Uncle Phil at UnclePhilus@hotmail.com |
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BTW How I got the Uncle Phil tag It seems I was often rescuing my riding friend BAMARIDER when he was in a pinch. I even took him on his first really long ride on his ST1100. My motto is Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it!', so I was always had stuff to bail him out in tight spots. The picture below was taken on our trip to the UK in 2005 in the Stonehenge parking lot. Seems as if he had forgotten his waterproof gloves and Uncle Phil just happened to have an extra set. Thence the name Uncle Phil' as in your favorite uncle! | |||||||
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