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Yup. Last year... Lisa asked "What was that noise?".....a few minutes later we figured that the noise was the bolt that'd come out bouncing off the bike before it was lost to the ages. Had to use the sidecover bolt as someone had mentioned. I think I now carry a spare.....(I'll have to check)

Hey....I worked at Turkey point back in the mid 80s. I actually worked as a laborer for Bechtel and then as an Insulator for Shook & Fletcher....I used to fly on that stretch between US1 and the powerplant. I used to fly up Cardsound road on my way up from the Keys. (I was living in Key Largo, at about MM 96) Brings back memories.

As an HVAC tech, I occasionally get calls for " Gas smell", and sometimes have difficulty making the customer understand that whatever it was they smelled, it wasn't gas, as it's an all electric building. I'll get the answer that "I smelled it this morning, and it smelled like gas". The ? mercaptin ? or something like that....that they put in the natural gas as an alert odor is very strong and distinct, but sometimes we'll get calls where there's an odor from outside that's getting into the building. (Nail salons....restaurants....asphalt paving).... All I can say is that if it happens again, call us back......and I don't recall ever getting a callback on mystery odors.

I saw this posting on Craigslist and thought I'd share. So, last week, something pretty tragic happened in our household. It's taken me until now to wrap my head around it and find the words to describe the horror. It started off simple enough - something that's probably happened to most of you. Sometime between midnight and 1:30am, our goat Evie dropped a deuce on our rug in the living room. This is the only time she's done this, so it's probably just because we forgot to put her diaper on before we went to bed that night. Now, if you have a detective's mind, you may be wondering how we know the poop occurred between midnight and 1:30am. We were asleep, so how do I know that time frame? Why, friends, that's because our Roomba runs at 1:30am every night, while we sleep. And it found the poop. And so begins the Pooptastrophe. The poohpocalypse. The pooppening. It's enough to really get your goat! If you have a Roomba, please rid yourself of all distractions and absorb everything I'm about to tell you. Do not, under any circumstances, let your Roomba run over goat poop. If the unthinkable does happen, and your Roomba runs over goat poop, stop it immediately and do not let it continue the cleaning cycle. Because if that happens, it will spread the goat poop over every conceivable surface within its reach, resulting in a home that closely resembles a Jackson Pollock poop painting. It will be on your floorboards. It will be on your furniture legs. It will be on your carpets. It will be on your rugs. It will be on your kids' toy boxes. If it's near the floor, it will have poop on it. Those awesome wheels, which have a checkered surface for better traction, left 25-foot poop trails all over the house. Our lovable Roomba, who gets a careful cleaning every night, looked like it had been mudding. Yes, mudding - like what you do with a Jeep on a pipeline road. But in goat poop. Then, when your four-year-old gets up at 3am to crawl into your bed, you'll wonder why he smells like goat poop. And you'll walk into the living room. And you'll wonder why the floor feels slightly gritty. And you'll see a brown-encrusted, vaguely Roomba-shaped thing sitting in the middle of the floor with a glowing green light, like everything's okay. Like it's proud of itself. You were still half-asleep until this point, but now you wake up pretty damn quickly. And then the horror. Oh the horror. So, first you clean the child. You scrub the poop off his feet and put him back in bed. But you don't bother cleaning your own feet, because you know what's coming. It's inevitable, and it's coming at you like a freight train. Some folks would shrug their shoulders and get back in bed to deal with it in the morning. But you're not one of those people - you can't go to sleep with that war zone of poop in the living room. So you clean the Roomba. You toss it in the bathtub to let it soak. You pull it apart, piece-by-piece, wondering at what point you became an adult and assumed responsibility for 3:30am-Roomba-disassembly-poop-cleanups. By this point, the poop isn't just on your hands - it's smeared up to your elbows. You already heard the Roomba make that "whirlllllllllllllllll-boop-hisssssssss" noise that sounds like electronics dying, and you realize you forgot to pull the battery before getting it wet. Oh, and you're not just using profanity - you're inventing new types of profanity. You're saying things that would make Satan shudder in revulsion. You hope your kid stayed in bed, because if he hears you talking like this, there's no way he's not ending up in prison. Then you get out the carpet shampooer. When you push it up to the rug - the rug that started it all - the shampooer just laughs at you. Because that rug is going in the trash, folks. But you shampoo it anyway, because your wife loved that damn rug, and you know she'll ask if you tried to clean it first. Then you get out the paper towel rolls, idly wondering if you should invest in paper towel stock, and you blow through three or four rolls wiping up poop. Then you get the spray bottle with bleach water and hose down the floor boards to let them soak, because the poop has already dried. Then out comes the steam mop, and you take care of those 25-ft poop trails. And then, because it's 6am, you go to bed. Let's finish this tomorrow, right? The next day, you finish taking the Roomba apart, scraping out all the tiny flecks of poop, and after watching a few Youtube instructional videos, you remove the motherboard to wash it with a toothbrush. Then you bake it in the oven to dry. You put it all back together, and of course it doesn't work. Because you heard the "whirlllllllllllllll-boop-hissssssss" noise when it died its poopy death in the bathtub. But you hoped that maybe the Roomba gods would have mercy on you. But there's a light at the end of the tunnel. After spending a week researching how to fix this damn $699 Roomba without spending $699 again - including refurb units, new motherboards, and new batteries - you finally decide to call the place where you bought it. That place called Hammacher Schlemmer. They have a funny name, but they have an awesome warranty. They claim it's for life, and it's for any reason. So I called them and told the truth. My Roomba found goat poop and almost precipitated World War III. And you know what they did? They offered to replace it. Yes, folks. They are replacing the Roomba that ran over goat poop and then died a poopy, watery death in the bathtub - by no fault of their own, of course. So, mad props to Hammacher Schlemmer. If you're buying anything expensive, and they sell it, I recommend buying it from them. Especially if you have a 300 acre estate like I do. And remember - don't let your Roomba run over goat poop...

Pretty cool.....wish I had the time...

Two things that generally don't lie are small children and drunk people. One thing that NEVER lies are yoga pants.

Godspeed my brother. Prayers for family at this difficult time.

Yup, and we need to have additional taxes on fried foods.....and red meat.....and riders that don't wear helmets.....we could use the additional tax revenue for nutrition and motorcycle education. More regulation and taxation will set us straight......

Something I come across from time to time in my trade are humidifiers that use a canister with electrodes in it. When voltage is applied to the water, it boils. When replacing canisters, from time to time I find that I have to drop an alka seltzer in to get the water to conduct electricity so that the thing will work.

WOW That's 1/10 of what I'll pay at OMF. How soft is it? I don't want to sink into it....I like 'em kinda firm.

Went and looked at a few today. The one we liked the best was at The Original Mattress Factory. The typical mattresses there were ok, but, the memory foam one was the most comfortable, and the most expensive. About $2300 out the door. Sams had a foam (hybrid) that felt ok,...a little soft, at less than half the price, but it was one sided, and 6lb foam, whereas the one at OMF was 2 sided, and 8lb latex foam, guaranteed 12 yrs, and supposedly won't leave depressions. Jury's still out, but I'm thinking we'll end up laying out the $2300. We're gonnna sleep on it. lol. Thanks for all the great, and helpful input.

​For those of you with the memory foam mattresses:......Do they get hot ???

If you end up ordering a batch, I'll take 2.

Lisa and I are looking to get a new mattress. The one we have is about 8 years old,....I think it's a Simmons Beautyrest. We got it at Sams, and it was OK for a year or two, then we'd have to rotate it every couple of weeks because it would have depressions where each of us would lay. This is a "no flip" mattress, so what I'd do is, since it's nearly square, I'd rotate it instead. Anyhoo, it's to the point where it needs replaced. What's a decent mattress that either can be flipped, or won't leave depressions so early in it's life.... Don't want to buy an overpriced that will end up doing the same thing. Don't want to break the bank either, but am willing to pay a bit more for a decent mattress. Anyone willing to opine?

I'm kinda curious as to how there's a pay disparity, considering that such disparity has been illegal since the early 60s. I think so-called feminist groups and their lawyers just want to make it easier to sue, thus heightening the PC culture we have today. If we live in a society where Women truly are doing the same work for less pay, then I ask you......Why don't businesses hire more women than men to do these jobs, when there would be an obvious money savings.....??? Are businesses just that stupid???....Or do they put their collective chauvinism ahead of profit? I guess I just don't understand. Also interesting to note that Women have a higher rate of graduation from high school, a higher graduation rate from college, and there's more women currently attending college than men. Men have a higher suicide rate, irregardless of which, women have a longer life span. As far as the global warming thing goes, they've found that contrary to popular claims, higher CO2 levels do NOT cause global warming, but rather global warming causes higher CO2 levels. Going back through history they've found that the higher CO2 levels tend to start happening a few hundred years after a warming trend starts. The CO2 levels lag behind the temperature increase. Having said that,...I do believe in global warming, ....I just don't believe it to be anthropomorphic, .....nor do I believe we need to give governments gads of money and inflict damage to our economy just so we can feel like we're doing something good for Mother Earth that will ultimately have no negligible effect. Peace Out

I'm sure it'll be spun up as a huge event, but I didn't notice any difference.

You'll need to fish your strap around the top of the fork, where it connects to the upper brace. (Triple tree?) I use a set of short straps with loops at both ends, to go around the forks, then attach to that with standard tie downs. I'd suggest a good set (Ancra or the like) Rachet straps are good, but just make sure you have a good set. A 8' long trailer will do if you don't have a fold up ramp on the back. With a fold up ramp, the ramp will JUST contact the trunk on a 8' trailer. The tie down situation can be a bit confusing the first time you do it, and seems kind of weird if you're used to connecting at the handlebars, but once you figure it out once, you'll find it's easy to do and works pretty well. Best of luck, and WELCOME ABOARD !!!

IMPRESSIVE !!! Way to go !! Congrats !

Sounds like good times ahead. Travel safe....hope ya have a bunch of fun

Interesting. I've an old Sheridan Blue Streak 5mm sittin' in the closet that I haven't shot in 20 years.

Still have a ways to go, but Lisa and I will most likely do the motorhome / trailer thing again. I'll confirm it on the calender when it gets a bit closer. Thanks for the post.

Sounds like he's off to a rough start....hope he has a smooth finish. Glad you got your money without a problem though... SO.......What'cha ridin' now???

I had a Daisy Red Ryder when I was a kid (8?) I was roaming around the cabin shootin' at random stuff, and saw what looked like a piece of cardboard laying on the ground that I shot at, and was quite dissapointed that the bb didn't go through, but rather bounced off...Thinking that this armament I was deploying should be able to penetrate this cardboard, .....I moved closer and tried again....to no avail....so I moved closer and tried again, only to have the bb bounce back and stick in my eye....LOL....OMG...I shot my eye out !!! I could still see out of that eye, and didn't realize the bb had stuck in it, but only knew that my eye was irritated, so I went down to the creek and rinsed my eye out with water. Didn't help much. I went back to the cabin as if nothing happened, and Mom said my eye was all bloodshot...what happened...??? Of course I said.....nnnuuuuuttthhhiiinnnn..... She looked closer, and saw the bb in there and freaked..... She called Dad over, who promptly grabbed a pair of needle nosed pliers and was about to do a BB-ectomy, but Mom realised what was about to happen, she shot it down, and they took me on the 45 minute ride to a doctors office, where the doc pulled it out, put a bandage over the eye and told us to leave it there for 24hrs. I didn't wait the 24 hrs. I pulled the bandage off the next morning and all was well. I grabbed the BB gun, and after much apprehension and warning from Mom, I went back out in the woods with my trusty weapon. Turns out the "cardboard" was actually plastic. When the BB stuck in my eye, it actually stuck just in the corner, where the tear duct is. I was very lucky. Wasn't the first time the Good Lord was looking out for me...and there've been many other such times since. I just hope he keeps looking after me, 'cause Lord knows I need lookin' after.

I saw this posting on Craigslist, and thought I'd share. What's it like to fire a Daisy BB gun? Well it's an experience I'll never forget. Everybody knows BB guns are scary looking and ought to be banned, but I thought I would try to shoot one without any preconceived notions. What I encountered changed me forever. I took a deep breath and determined to enter a Wal-Mart. A "greeter" met me with, "Howdy, welcome to Wal-Mart." I'm from the north. We don't say "Howdy". I sneer back at the microaggression and strain to hold back tears of rage. Barely controlling myself, I asked where I could find a BB gun. He directed me to "sporting goods," still smiling and gloating over his slyly delivered offense. I go to the "sporting goods" section, a perfect charnel house where implements of sulfur, death, and destruction are openly and brazenly sold. I notice a BB gun just lying on a shelf. I reach for it as if it was a poisonous snake, wondering if it will go off when I pull it off the shelf. That's right, a shelf. Where anybody could get it. I go to the counter and the death merchant asks me if I wanted BBs to go with it. He even had the audacity to offer me "Copperhead" brand BBs! How could this inbred hick not know that I see a therapist twice a week to treat my herpetophobia? I buy the gun and the recommended BBs. I'm dizzy going out to the parking lot. A passing stranger, attired in a camouflage assault t-shirt, asks, "Sir, you okay?" "How dare you assume my gender!" I shout back. "Sorry, just checkin'," he said as if my health was any of his business. But the worst was yet to come. I went to a wooded area to fire the BB gun, a Daisy 509 Buck, probably made by Bushmaster. I bruised my knuckles operating the cocking lever. Taking aim, I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and pulled the trigger. The sound of the spring loaded plunger going "boing" startled me. I became disoriented watching the BB arc towards its target. The "dink!" sound it made bouncing off a coke can was horribly loud. The recoil was horrendous, like a bazooka or some other recoilless weapon, and it dislocated my shoulder. I vomited and cried. I still have PTSD. Anxiety. Irritability. Nightmares. I may never again be the same. But enough about me, at least for now. Worst of all, these weapons of mass destruction are available to the general public. It's time we stopped listening to the paid lobbyists of the National BB Gun Association who assure us that BB guns are hardly ever used in the commission of a crime. They scare me, they should scare you, and they ought to be banned.

Great video Puc ! But ya got me wonderin'.....Did you de-link the brakes on Tweeks?