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A couple of strange birds, led by a parrot flew in today........
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I'm so excited, even though this has nothing to do with motorcycles, I just had to share the news. Our oldest son, 26, has always wanted to be a pilot. My grandpa flew a Cessna, my dad is a pilot who flew Satabra's and since our son was 8 yrs old, he has wanted to learn to fly. He finally took the step and had his first flight lesson today!! Took off, flew the whole time and landed by himself!!! He called afterwards and I've never heard that kind of excitement in his voice!! I'm just so happy for him that I had to share the good news!! The instructor told him that he's had pilots with 15-20 hours flight time in and can't land as smoothly!! That's my boy!! (Mom's are allowed to brag bout thier youngin's once in a while aren't they?) Anyway, just so dog gone happy he's following his dream!! Thanks for letting me share!:dancefool::dancefool:
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The manual says to basically drain the reservoir, break the lines (make a big mess) and then pull the unit out. Does somebody have some "person info and maybe a few tricks"? My master "seems" fine but I've never had her open, the reservoir looks like junk (salt corrosion) and I just happened to come across a rebuild kit. It might have to be a winter project but I'm sure it's better to get the thing out and cleaned rather than wait until it "requires" it. The fluid has been flushed and still looks great but so did the clutch until I purged the line with air pressure and quite a bit of crystaline crud flew out. Thanks, Mike -
sorry Gene but who better to use.................... Twas two days before Christmas, when all through the site The usual creatures were stirring, some would give you a fright. The stockings were hung by the Ventures with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The bikes were nestled all snug in their sheds, While visions of chrome danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘leathers, and I in my skull cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, sounded like a 1st Gen loseing all kinds of matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But Gene and his trailer and 8 cases of beer. He's a strange old driver, not too lively or quick, I knew in a moment it couldn't be St Nick. More rapid than eagles his 2nd Gen came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called the beers by name! "Now mickeys! now, Corona! now, coors and busch lite! On, heineken! On, Labatts! , on millers and bud lite! To the tip of my lips! lets have a ball! Now drink away! Drink away! Lets Drink em all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the drive way that leather beast flew, With the trailer full of beer, and of course Gene too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a smalll knock and when i tried not to answer, he threw a rock. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, In the door Beer30 came with a bound. He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with road dirt and soot. A bundle of pink leather he had flung on his back, And he looked like a gay man, just opening his pack. His eyes they were blood shot! his dimples how merry! His breathe was atrocious, his nose a drunk cherry! His rather big mouth was was slurring quite slow, And the grey in his hair was as white as the snow. The mouth of a bottle he held tight in his teeth, And the stench it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a big round belly, and I cringed when he laughed, cause beer breath is smelly! He was chubby and plump, and looked like an elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know this was a night to dread. He spoke many words, and ate all our food, finished all the beers, he really was rude. And sticking his finger inside of his nose, And giving a nod, off the chair he finally rose! He sprang to his bike, to his CB gave a whistle, And away he flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him laughing, ‘as my eyes started to tear, "Ho, Ho Ho, you got me instead of Santa this year!" :rotfl::rotfl:
