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Post by headcase on Oct 22, 2013 23:04:02 GMT -5
Time to stuff Tojo's Revenge back into the shed for the winter yet again. A big tip o'the hat and thank you to everyone for the advice and pointers for the past season of tinkering and knuckle-busting. So far the beastie has survived 4 seasons of upgrades, tweaks and fixes and managed to blow past the 20,000 mile mark in fine fashion (at WOT, of course ) On deck for next season are exhaust, rear shocks/springs, clutch basket and cush springs, clutch roller bearing upgrade, clutch and tach cables, and fix a persistent carb fuel leak that will NOT go away. I never did get to do a good mpg check this year because I couldn't get through one whole tank without having gas dribbling/pissing all over the place for numerous reasons. At least it now steers and rides straight as a laser, finally. But..the biggest achievement this year without a doubt, is successfully dodging every cellphone-yakking, texting moron who has tried to take me out so far!Dan
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Post by madmax on Oct 23, 2013 5:34:05 GMT -5
. But..the biggest achievement this year without a doubt, is successfully dodging every cellphone-yakking, texting moron who has tried to take me out so far!Dan In the UK we used to call them Volvo drivers but they seem to have all bought big 4x4's now
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Post by headcase on Oct 27, 2013 3:43:03 GMT -5
Ugh...I distinctly remember a huge Chevy 4x4 coming at me on a 2-lane with some burly dude behind the wheel texting on his phone. I know this because he was holding it at the top of the steering wheel with both hands. I remember hearing something about carrying a chain in the tank bag? Now I think I know why. Zero patience for that kind of moronic lack of attention.
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Post by richard on Nov 18, 2013 1:00:43 GMT -5
A big motor home did a U-turn in front of me on a mountainous two lane curve yesterday. The motor home extended from shoulder to shoulder on the road with no way around, but It was such a nice day I didn't mind the sudden stop. I have always been afraid someone would run into the back of me in situations like that, but it didn't happen so it was a good trip. 67 degrees here, no rain in sight which is strange for this time of year.
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Post by grizld1 on Nov 18, 2013 13:01:47 GMT -5
A chain in the tank bag, Dan? That's a lot of weight and kinda hard to deploy. What I like to pack is a big ole can of pepper spray and half a dozen golf balls.
Glad you had time to stop for the moron in the RV, Richard. I don't know why people think they have to haul a small house down the road for "recreation," but if they must do it they should be required to meet licensing standards equivalent to those in force for commercial drivers: Class A (semi-trailer) or Class B (straight truck) as case may be.
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Post by richard on Nov 19, 2013 0:36:41 GMT -5
LOL that thing looked like a house. It had to be 38 feet long. He was lucky no one hit him coming the other way. It's was on 198 west of Three Rivers.
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Post by headcase on Nov 20, 2013 18:36:46 GMT -5
Golf balls, hmmmm..... the parents live at the back corner of a golf course, and they have several 5 gallon buckets full of them. I'm sure I could procure a dozen or so no problem. I also like to smack them back over the fence with a baseball bat. Used to use my jr. high school tennis racket for that until it folded in half a few years back. Or a roll of pennies in the windshield bag? Compact, and 50 rounds at the ready
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Post by richard on Nov 21, 2013 21:24:58 GMT -5
I'm too old to think about revenge for someone cutting me off, but a cheap spring loaded hand punch would take out a window with very little effort. Those pond balls are worth money, about a buck a piece when I used to play. Name brands are worth a little more. I'd sell' em
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Post by headcase on Nov 22, 2013 0:44:31 GMT -5
I'm thinking more of texting tailgaters. They probably wouldn't notice where a golf ball came from. BANG....instant brakes.
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Post by richard on Nov 23, 2013 18:34:25 GMT -5
I once beeped at a gal who was merging into my lane and the side of me in traffic. When she heard the beep she panicked and locking up her brakes. Her car went a little sideways and I went off onto the left shoulder to keep from being clipped by her front of her car. People do strange things.
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Post by grizld1 on Nov 24, 2013 19:55:09 GMT -5
Yep, for tailgaters, road-raged pursuers, and oncoming fools, there's nothing like a few golf balls tossed on the pavement. The sheer craziness of the bounce usually brings 'em to Jesus, even if the golf balls miss.
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