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Sit down and start taking nice, slow, deep breaths. Think of being next to a spring, sitting on the edge on the green grass. Think of the quiet burbbling from the creek and the soft clouds overhead. Look down at the quiet burbbling and your hands under the surface... choking the jerk that got your goat today.... Now... don't you feel a bit better ?

it's just a current limiting resistor... a 1/8th watt 2.2K Ohm should be quite suitable.

A long time ago there was this little Italian boy in the fields with his dad. Looking at his dad's hands, the boy says "Papa, you do many things with your hands, tell me about your fingers." "Well, Tony," Papa said, "You see this first finger? You use this a one to pointata what evea you wanta." "You see youa thumb? You usea thisa for turna pages in a book, and your ringa finger, you will use whena you get a married, and your little finga, you use to picka you nose." "And the middle finga, well, I'lla tella you about thata one when you getta married." Well, Tony was satisfied with that and time past. It was now Tony's wedding day. It was a beautiful wedding, just before the bride and groom left, Tony went to have a talk with Papa. Tony said "Papa, many a year use this finger to point at what I want, and I turna many a pages with my thumb... I've picked my nose with this little one, now I have a beautiful ring on my finger from the love of my life, but Papa, oh Papa, what is it I do with this middle finger?" Papa drew close to Tony and said, "Tony tonight you will make mad hot love to your woman many times and you may become tired. When that happens and your woman turns to you again wanting to makea the love againa, that's when you takea your middle finga, and you poka on her head and say, "Go back to sleep you silly woman!"

I had to take my son's hamster to the vet. Here's what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "Oldest trick in the book," I informed him. "You go in to see what's wrong with the sick one and the other one sneaks up behind you and bonks you on the head. Then they change into your clothes and escape." "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?" I put a hamster-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back, looking distressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called to my wife, "come look at the hamster!" "Oh, my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies." "What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie!" I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife. "Well, what did you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired sarcastically. "No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her. "Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed. "Well, it was a little hard to tell," she informed us. By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth." "Gross!" they shrieked. "Great; what are we going to do with a litter of tiny little hamster babies?" my wife wanted to know. "Well, when my parents' dog had puppies, I took them up to the grocery store in a cardboard box and gave them away," I recalled. "So what are you going to do, go up with a pair of tweezers so people can pick out their hamster?" she asked. We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, only to vanish a scant second later. "We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted. "A breech birth," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged. "Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried again, with the same results. "Should I dial 911?" my daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through it." "Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged. "I don't think hamsters do Lamaze," I told him. The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, an epidural?" I suggested scientifically. "Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. "Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked. "Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This hamster is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen....Ernie is a boy." "What?" "You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, male hamsters will, ah..." He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron." We were silent, absorbing this. "So Ernie's just...just..." "Excited?" my wife offered. "Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my wife started to giggle. "What's so funny?" I demanded. Tears were now running down her face. "Just...that...I'm picturing you pulling on its...its..." she gasped. "That's enough," I warned. We thanked the veterinarian and hurriedly bundled the hamsters and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay. "I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me. "Oh, you have no idea," my wife agreed, collapsing into laughter as I gave her a dirty look.

Billy was excited about his first day at school. So excited in fact, that only a few minutes after class started, he realized that he desperately needed to go to the bathroom. So Billy raised his hand politely to ask if he could be excused. Of course the teacher said yes, but asked Billy to be quick. Five minutes later Billy returned, looking more desperate and embarrassed. "I can't find it", he admitted. The teacher sat Billy down and drew him a little diagram to where he should go and asked him if he will be able to find it now. Billy looked at the diagram, said "yes" and went on his way. Well five minutes later he returned to the class room and says to the teacher "I can't find it". Frustrated, the teacher asked Tommy, a boy who has been at the school for a while, to help him find the bathroom. So Tommy and Billy go together and five minutes later they both returned and sat down at their seats. The teacher asked Tommy "Well, did you find it?" Tommy was quick with his reply: "Oh sure, he just had his boxer shorts on backwards"

On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts. 'One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me,' said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence. Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, 'One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me...' He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. 'Come here quick,' said the boy, 'you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls!' The man said, 'Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk.' When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, 'One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.' The old man whispered, 'Boy, you've been tellin' me the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord...? Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord. At last they heard, 'One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done... They say the old man had the lead for a good half-mile before the kid on the bike passed him.

Put velcro on the back of your helmet and the front top of hers... When her head nods... bingo!

The 85 should have the second gear fixed and not have the weak frame issue... why spiff up the 83 rather than finish up the 85 ?

Over time the inner main tray sags and the radio unit will further push it away rather than the two blue plugs engaging... this may or may not be your problem but let's start with just the basics of power... http://www.bergall.org/temp/venture/radio%20tray.jpg

You mean they have come up with something to keep the helmet hair fairey from stealing all of our hair? Man, it is REALLY about time... too late for me but great hope for so many others !!!

Having an original stored away isn't shortsighted... all parts won't stay available.

It's a perfect time to get in and pull the TCI screws... it's very prone to water sprayed up in the rain, power washing and sometimes just high humidity... if you are happy with the location for the time, change the soft aluminum screws to allen type... this will pay off later... and the pressure sensor is similar and sitting right next to it. While you are there, clean and use dialectric grease on the pins for the TCI (unit and connector) as well as the shrouded connector for the pressure sensor. Now is also a dandy time to do the same to any connection you can get to and that includes the coils and relays. On the left side of the frame that mounts the TCI and coils is a bolt for two electrical grounds... pull the bolt, clean the frame and ring connectors, coat with grease and bolt back up. It's an ideal time to lube the tiny gearing in the spedometer as well as shoot some lube down the speedo cable. If you were considering changing the lights in the dash to LED variants (they rarely EVER blow out) but have a much sharper dimming curve), superbrightleds.com offer a great "wedge" bulb for this as well and you even have an option of colors (although most really still prefer white) It's a great time to drain enough fuel so it's either empty or very low so you can pull the fuel sending unit and inspect the tank inside for rust and take what action is needed.

the 90 degree bolt is called the pinch bolt, locking the axle. You will find the original spacer is steel and a replacement needs to be the same... you would be money ahead ordering one and taking THAT to the machinist to have the thickness of the TWO covers removed from the straight section of the spacer. The front wheel put a lot of load on all components of the front end with the spacer seeing some of the highest loads in turns and leans.

Now you are down to the little things and moments away from simply enjoying the ride... That is it's own special blessing for looking after the beast and keeping her ready!

something like this should be able to be trimmed to fit... http://www.ebay.com/itm/NEW-GREEN-ONIONS-RTSPF1017WM-17-LCD-ANTI-GLARE-FILM-/200747080169?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_2&hash=item2ebd7559e9

Most side panel vents have a small bolt hole near the control knob. I fashioned a steel detent from the metal (child protection) from a BIC lighter... just pry the wind shield off the lighter and pull the steel protector out... fashion another bend near the end of the curved edge to "catch" on the detent and bolt it down... trial an error are needed here to get the right dentent pressure. You can probably fashion something similar for the knee vents. The steel needs to have a good "spring" to it and these seem to fit the bill.

The lever pushes the short pushrod into a rubber dust cover... under that is the small spring you asked about and then the pushrod contacts the master piston. Look for wear in the pivot bushing in the lever. I replaced my pushrod and lever bushing and cured all ills.

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I do believe this administration killed that project too.

I cleaned mine with a few scrapes of a knife blade... (lead coated) and it worked like a champ.

You can take yours and have it turned down the thickness of both plates.

These are the numbers garnered a few years back... http://www.bergall.org/temp/venture/venture-carb-part-differences.html

Please excuse the slight delay with the Easter egg hunt. It seems that Bo was suppose to just watch the eggs getting hidden... http://www.bergall.org/holidays/easter1.jpg But in the meantime, please take time to color your eggs and enjoy the day... http://www.bergall.org/holidays/easterbunny.jpg

The basics are just so essential, I would look into craigslist or something else local for a cheap 450-650 to get her familiar with handling weight and learning to use the controls smoothly and then to take the lessons. It should be fairly soon that her confidence outweighs her ability and I'll bet she'll have a minor scare or two to get her attention level back up. Then she's ready to graduate... in my opiunion.

you can order from the dealer or a cheaper distributor... 90480-13398-00 But it's nothing super special that an auto shop probably couldn't duplicate if you just took in the one for them to match (for a whole lot less!).