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Burdge Law Office
Because life's too short to ride a bad bike.
Monday
CFMoto CF250T V3 and CV250T V% Recalled - Again
Do you own one of these potentially dangerous CFMoto motorcycles? This looks like the same recall that happened over a year ago (closer to two years now) but which suddenly disappeared from the federal government's recall database in less than a month or so - apparently after CFMoto tried to get the federal safety investigators to change their mind about the recall and cancel it. Well, it's back.
If you own one of these potentially dangerous CFMoto motorcycles, and your dealer isn't helping you (if they are still in business), and the factory isn't helping either, then call us on our Toll Free Lmeon CFMoto Hotline at 1.888.331.6422 for free lemon law help, or email us right now. Getting rid of lemon CFMoto bikes and getting your money back is what we do. Making them pay for our attorney fee bill? Well, that's only fair - after all, you didn't build it that way so why should you have to pay to make them take care of you?
Tomberlin AVL Recall
Do you own one of these potential lemon Tomberlin AVL vehicles?
If you've got a lemon ATV, and your dealer isn't helping you - don't take a chance. Call our Toll Free ATV Lemon Law Hotline at 1.888.331.6422 for free lemon law help. Getting rid of lemon ATV's is what we do.
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Burdge Law Office
Because life's too short to ride a bad ATV
Tuesday
Honda NT700 recall
Do you own one of these recalled Honda motorcycles?
Labels matter for a simple reason. When they say the wrong tire pressure, you can over inflate the tires and that can lead to a blow out at highway speeds - and that can be dangerous.
If you've got a lemon Honda motorcycle, don't take a chance. If your dealer isn't helping you, call us on our toll free Honda Lemon Law hotline at 1.888.331.6422 or email us right now. Getting rid of lemon bikes is what we do. Everyday.
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If you've got a lemon Honda motorcycle, don't take a chance. If your dealer isn't helping you, call us on our toll free Honda Lemon Law hotline at 1.888.331.6422 or email us right now. Getting rid of lemon bikes is what we do. Everyday.
Burdge Law Office
Because life's too short to ride a bad bike
Thursday
Yamaha XVS1300 Recall, Yamaha XVS95 Recall for leaky fuel line danger
Do you own one of these potentially deadly defective lemon Yamaha motorcycles?
When fuel lines leak, fires can result. If you own a lemon Yamaha motorcycle, don't take a chance.
If your dealer isn't helping you, call our toll free Yamaha motorcycle lemon law hotline at 1.888.331.6422 for a free case review. Or email us right now for free help.
Getting rid of bad bikes is what we do. Getting your money back and making Yamaha pay our attorney fees too? Well, that's just justice.
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If your dealer isn't helping you, call our toll free Yamaha motorcycle lemon law hotline at 1.888.331.6422 for a free case review. Or email us right now for free help.
Getting rid of bad bikes is what we do. Getting your money back and making Yamaha pay our attorney fees too? Well, that's just justice.
Burdge Law Office
Because life's too short to ride a bad bike.
Honda NT700 Recall for Tire Danger
Do you own one of these potential lemon Honda motorcycles?
If you have a lemon Honda motorcycle and your dealer isn't helping you, call us on our toll free Honda lemon law hotline at 1.888.331.6422 or email us right now for free lemon law help. Getting rid of bad bikes is what we do.
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Burdge Law Office
Because life's too short to ride a bad bike
Yamaha XTZ12B Recall for Fire Danger
Do you own one of these potential lemon motorcycles?
Yamaha motorcycles that can burst into flames are dangerous. If you've got a lemon Yamaha and your dealer is giving you the run around, call us on our Yamaha Lemon Hotline for free help, 1.888.331.6422, or email us right now for a free case review by clicking here.
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Burdge Law Office
Because life's too short to ride a bad bike.
Say Thanks to Those Who Served
Let's forget about recalls for a minute.
A few years ago, a local farmer came in to see me for some help. Bills and crop prices and debt had him over a barrel and we talked about bankruptcy and what it could and couldn’t do to help relieve his situation. He was a big strong man, the way some farmers just naturally are, both in his heart and his size. We were about the same age but he looked so much older.
His situation took about 5 months to get resolved but I will never forget the day that I learned that he was a chopper pilot in Vietnam about the same time as my older brother, Larry, was there. I had no clue and never would have guessed.
We both stopped what we were talking about, his own current problem, while he looked out the window and quietly talked about what it was like then, back in Vietnam. It was hard for me to look at this older and much heavier man and try to imagine what he must have looked like back in the days of 1966-'68. Now, he was mostly bald and probably weighed a lot more than he did back then, but like me he had been young once too. Now, he didn't move as quick as he undoubtedly did in 'nam either.
But you could tell from the distance in his eyes as he spoke that he had never really left it all behind him.
He talked about what it was like to fly a chopper in and out of valleys and hills and fire, dropping down as quickly as he could and picking up a wounded soldier or two and getting back out of there, wherever "there" was, as fast as he could. Nothing but plexiglass between him and the bullets.
He said he loved flying helicopters then, but that he was never in his life as scared as he was in those few minutes between the time just before he would land and when he was back out of the worst of the fire. He said they were the longest minutes of his life. He called it "dodging a lifetime of bullets," scared to death that one of them had his name on it.
He had a dusty old baseball cap in his hand as we talked. It hung loosely in his hand as he gazed aimlessly out the window. It was from some team that didn't really matter, I'm sure. His eyes were never in the room with us as he calmly and matter-of-factly talked of how men died around him and also of those who came back like him.
You could tell he had memories he wished he didn't have. He said the worst feeling he had from the whole war was that every time he'd lift off the ground he knew that while he was getting out of there, he was leaving other boys behind. He'd fly away, his heart pounding loud in his chest, while the fighting went on below him.
After a long while, he stopped talking and we just sat there, not talking at all. I could see that things were going on inside his mind and I just didn't know what to say. I was dumbstruck by this seemingly now-gentle giant of a man who had been through hell. Truth be told, I didn't think I had a right to say anything at all. After what seemed like the longest time, both of us returned to the present moment. He never spoke about it again.
It's been years now. I don't even remember his name. Probably most of the guys he saved didn't remember it either. I haven't thought of him since then until my older brother sent me a recording he found on the internet, called God's Own Lunatics (click below) that explained what it was like to be one of those foot soldiers on the ground. I clicked on it, listened, and the memory all came back to me.
I recall that he was the son of a local farmer who had gone off to war and came back all grown up - to be his father's son, a farmer again. Something about beating your swords into plows seems appropriate for me to end this note but it also seems so trivial a thing to say. I can still recall his face.
We all owe veterans a whole lot more than any of us will ever be able to repay. If you know someone who served, shake their hand and thank them. You don't need to say why. They'll know.
A few years ago, a local farmer came in to see me for some help. Bills and crop prices and debt had him over a barrel and we talked about bankruptcy and what it could and couldn’t do to help relieve his situation. He was a big strong man, the way some farmers just naturally are, both in his heart and his size. We were about the same age but he looked so much older.
His situation took about 5 months to get resolved but I will never forget the day that I learned that he was a chopper pilot in Vietnam about the same time as my older brother, Larry, was there. I had no clue and never would have guessed.
We both stopped what we were talking about, his own current problem, while he looked out the window and quietly talked about what it was like then, back in Vietnam. It was hard for me to look at this older and much heavier man and try to imagine what he must have looked like back in the days of 1966-'68. Now, he was mostly bald and probably weighed a lot more than he did back then, but like me he had been young once too. Now, he didn't move as quick as he undoubtedly did in 'nam either.
But you could tell from the distance in his eyes as he spoke that he had never really left it all behind him.
He talked about what it was like to fly a chopper in and out of valleys and hills and fire, dropping down as quickly as he could and picking up a wounded soldier or two and getting back out of there, wherever "there" was, as fast as he could. Nothing but plexiglass between him and the bullets.
He said he loved flying helicopters then, but that he was never in his life as scared as he was in those few minutes between the time just before he would land and when he was back out of the worst of the fire. He said they were the longest minutes of his life. He called it "dodging a lifetime of bullets," scared to death that one of them had his name on it.
He had a dusty old baseball cap in his hand as we talked. It hung loosely in his hand as he gazed aimlessly out the window. It was from some team that didn't really matter, I'm sure. His eyes were never in the room with us as he calmly and matter-of-factly talked of how men died around him and also of those who came back like him.
You could tell he had memories he wished he didn't have. He said the worst feeling he had from the whole war was that every time he'd lift off the ground he knew that while he was getting out of there, he was leaving other boys behind. He'd fly away, his heart pounding loud in his chest, while the fighting went on below him.
After a long while, he stopped talking and we just sat there, not talking at all. I could see that things were going on inside his mind and I just didn't know what to say. I was dumbstruck by this seemingly now-gentle giant of a man who had been through hell. Truth be told, I didn't think I had a right to say anything at all. After what seemed like the longest time, both of us returned to the present moment. He never spoke about it again.
It's been years now. I don't even remember his name. Probably most of the guys he saved didn't remember it either. I haven't thought of him since then until my older brother sent me a recording he found on the internet, called God's Own Lunatics (click below) that explained what it was like to be one of those foot soldiers on the ground. I clicked on it, listened, and the memory all came back to me.
I recall that he was the son of a local farmer who had gone off to war and came back all grown up - to be his father's son, a farmer again. Something about beating your swords into plows seems appropriate for me to end this note but it also seems so trivial a thing to say. I can still recall his face.
We all owe veterans a whole lot more than any of us will ever be able to repay. If you know someone who served, shake their hand and thank them. You don't need to say why. They'll know.
Tuesday
Yamaha XVS1300 Recall, Yamaha XVS95 Recall
Do you own one of these Yamaha lemon bikes?
Fuel sprays and fires erupt. Do you own one of these potentially deadly defective lemon Yamaha motorcycles? If your dealer isn't helping you, call us on our Yamaha Lemon Hotline for free lemon law help right now, 1.888.331.6422, or email us right now by clicking here.
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Burdge Law Office
Because life is too short to ride a lemon
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