Bob Myers

Actually I have no desire to delete the CB, at this time. It still has some use in the right circumstances. Wife and I use 2m for bike to bike, on our Vulcans. I put an APRS setup on the Venture so she can keep up with me when I trek off alone, but I'm finding that no matter what I do to the Vulcan, no matter how much "better" I make it that there will never be a comparison to the Venture so making the Venture my primary ride will entail adding the 2m transceiver capabilities. If I inject the 2m audio in the "mystery pin" it goes into the amp and is sent into all outlets just like radio/CB/Intercom. At a reasonable level too I may add, at about 50% of full volume the 2m audio is about .7v, never even tried to impedance match just fed it direct from 8ohm output jack . Since only time I'll be using it as a 2 way is when she isn't on there with me, and at time I have no use for the intercom I had considered poking the audio in there since it mutes the radio too. Problem there is it is delayed a short time before radio mutes and external audio can be heard. WOuld be a easy way to pick up mic too though, eh? Thank you for pointing to the early part where pinout was given, I wrote it down in a notebook and when i went to find the notebook it was gone. Further thoughts?

Yea, the pin,, we're still waiting for pictures to possibly thwart this in the future.

That seems a might low. When i took mine off to install brace i made they were hella more tight than that!

That is very interesting. I had read this way back when you first posted and then again today. Man I'm glad i did! I'm putting a fully operational (been using it as an APRS)2m radio in the trunk and had jacked around building all sorts of complicated combinig devices that worked great, sometimes. This will be the ultimat point of insertion for my receive audio. Any idea what tha color code on these wires and impedance input needs to be? "I think"(famous last words before the smoke comes out) I have the mic input cleared up using input to CB paralleled for the Alinco.

Once in 18 wheeler, coming down the hill towards Lake Hubbard on 30(in 1982), woke up driving and bouncing in the median, pulled it back on the road made my delivery to building next to airport, tried to go to sleep while unloading, woke up screaming, couldn't sleep for 2 days from that fright. Once on the Venture when I rode to Salt Lake, dozed off, held it straight on the road, my riding partner woke me up blowing his horn at me when I wouldn't answer him on the radio.

If you are spec'ing the trailer from new get brakes on both axles. Best $200 or so you'll spend on a trailer. That year/engine Ranger has an 8.8 rear axle, only real difference between it and a 150 axle or a full size Bronco (½ton also) is the axle length and brakes. Bearings are the same, both outer and carrier. The larger brakes from a 150 can be retro'd to this if you drill new bolt pattern in the drums for the 5x4.5 pattern. May not be worth the trouble, if you get brakes on both trailer axles.

What year Ranger? Engine size? Ford rate the GVW primarily(but not totally) on what it can STOP, not drag so to increase GVW any appreciable amount a brake upgrade is in order.

The Handwriting on the Wall A weary mother returned from the store, Lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son, Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done. "While I was out playing and Dad was on a call, T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall! It's on the new paper you just hung in the den. I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again." She let out a moan and furrowed her brow, "Where is your little brother right now?" She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride, She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide. She called his full name as she entered his room. He trembled with fear--he knew that meant doom! For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved. Lamenting all the work it would take to repair, She condemned his actions and total lack of care. The more she scolded, the madder she got, Then stomped from his room, totally distraught! She headed for the den to confirm her fears. When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears. The message she read pierced her soul with a dart. It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart. Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it, With an empty picture frame hung to surround it. A reminder to her, and indeed to all, Take time to read the handwriting on the wall !!!

I suspect it was me you saw talking about their shipping policy, they will NOT ship out of Canada to the US. But I got one anyway at that price, from them!!

If your newer drawing are of the increased material in the high stress area then my best I can offer at a quantity of 10 would be $55.00 each. This would be made from A2 or 4140 and heat treated to achieve a min hardness of 45Rc. I thought of using 8620 and doing a case but the cost for case hardening is actually near double the cost of vacuum oven for tool steels. Stainless is much more expensive

I read of someone breaking one of these, unknown as to why or what caused the malfunction but, there would be a reasonable reason.

Ah, a man after my own heart!

well, for a one pice deal yes, as gary had mentioned the initial cost of one is killer high. If we were doing 10 or more we could get the price down to a reasonable $40.00 or so. I have not however seen mention of 8 more people wanting one. Gary, any one over on the vmax forum use these? Maybe you could hawk a couple over there? I would prefer making them from tool steel instead of stainless, the hardness/brittleness is more predictable than SS.

Why Stainless Gary? Will it get hardened and passivated?

No one wants these now? Several sets ready to ship!!

This should NOT be read while drinking milk, soda, etc. I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect. I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close. I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Vulcan with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and lept! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular... He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage! Picture a man on a huge blue and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing... I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Vulcan can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Vulcan is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Vulcan screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in . well ..I just plain screamed. Now picture a man on a huge blue and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle...my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop. Now picture a man on a huge blue and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of ... so to speak. Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly a man on a huge blue and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really... Except for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car. So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A some what shredded patrol car but it was all his. I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And a whole lot of Band-Aids.

Average person is able to pull between 18 and 25 " of merc with their lungs, so if you are getting full movement there and only 10" of merc with the pump I too would guess the pump is weak. Lets take it apart and see what makes it tick!

While we were waiting for steel to arrive yesterday we ran off a few more sets of the snagglestuds,,,,, get'em while they're hot!

If they are shuddering they aren't worn out, improperly lubed or installed, but not worn. If worn it would never make a bit of difference in feel, may make a metallic noise or grind.

My birthday was a couple weeks ago and I was off on a ride in Tn. When we got home my neighbor ladies, a few houses down came to my house with a gift box. Now, I thought this was somewhat strange in itself, me being new in the neighborhood(only been here about 3 months) and that the ladies who brought me the gift box are rumored to be lesbians, I didn't think they even liked men, much less well enough to give one they hardly knew a birthday gift! Well, I opened the box and it contained a shiney new survival type watch. I was flabbergasted and surprised beyond belief. It was fantastic timepiece. My wife poked me in the rib and said"Don't you think you should say something instead of standing there dazed and confused looking"? I sort of stammered,,,, I think there has been a mistake, I mean the watch is fantastic and the generosity of you two is unbelievable but I think there has been a misunderstanding on what I said,,, I said I "Wanted to watch, not that I Wanted A watch"

This does not pertain to this but, in Ky the Lemon Law does not apply to any sort of recreational vehicle, be it a boat or any form of motorcycle, ATV, etc. Or for that matter a motor vehicle registered and licensed as a RV!

What do you mean"you could feel the slip right away"?? Was it shuddering or was the inside tire squealing ?

What symptoms precipitate you having them replaced? How was it determined they were bad? Been Ford guy since late 60's, had everything from Detroit Lockers to Ford TracLoc(which is predecessor of what you have). Have heard and seen all sorts of complaints, both real and imagined for problems with these units. 90% of the time it is either a fill of the wrong fluid or failure to add the friction modifier to the fluid that does them in, and even then they don't wear out that fast, they chatter nd jump on a tight turn. Even ones doing this will settle down after friction modifier is added. Have you actually seen the clutch plates they pulled out?

Prayers for the man and his family. My wife had a blowout on rear of her 800, at 75mph, I saw in the mirror the dust and debri when it came apart and knew she was a goner, I went sliding to the shoulder and dang near fell off of mine, she came idling up beside me with a grin on her face and said "Damn, what a ride"!!!

The older 5pin Harley stuff is the same, later model 7 pin is different