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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
should have tried this in the lab before posting. Now how to get it bigger??
This message has been edited by iano, 11-Nov-2005 05:43 PM
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
First day with my dream bike. I'm grinning slightly but inside my heart was sinking. The bike handled appallingly and felt as heavy as lead in turns. Until I check the tyre pressures a half hour later and found them about half pumped up. Transformation. A born again biker on a born again bike Cheers Admin... This message has been edited by iano, 11-Nov-2005 06:03 PM This message has been edited by Admin, 11-11-2005 01:31 PM This message has been edited by iano, 11-Nov-2005 06:58 PM
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
Whadda imagine. Horns and a tail
Its a Fazer 1000. It would zap a kwacker 636 in a straight line but at that level, either are pretty imposing performance wise. More that I can use in either case... just hang on for dear life is about all there is to be done. It's reasonably light though so goes around the bends okay too The photo thread was a good idea. Nice on Phat for resurrecting it. It's amazing how you imagine people to be from their avatars and what they write. Some seem very shy though...
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
RAZD writes: so, are you still running out of gas? Funny you should say that but just before I got this bike, I ran out again. And yup, I rolled sputtering into garage again (not one of the ones I had done before) But I reckoned PaulK would blow a fuse if I got him to recalculate. This one has a dinky yellow light that comes on at 4 litres left and stays on. Much less chance of overlooking it...
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
Sardines...mmmm my favorite. Puts "it was THIS size" in perspective
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
Cor...what a beauty (even if the closet I get to fish is down the fish n' chip shop). I was wondering today about the fliesonly name. think I've got it sussed now.
And as the sisterhood might inform you. Size doesn't matter
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
bump. C'mon truthlover. Purple Dawns taken the plunge ... as have I. Lets put a face on the philosophy
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
bump
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
there's a story to go with this no doubt?
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
It looks like some variation of the sugared water variety to me - but I could be wrong.
You obviously haven't tasted the lips of a loved one yet
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iano Member (Idle past 1972 days) Posts: 6165 From: Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Joined: |
Great animals cats. Did I ever give my cat conversion testimoney??
I never liked cats myself - our family being of the dog-lover variety. Cats always appeared self-serving (don't we all) and too aloof for words. Anyway, I bought an ancient house and it had this poxy extension at the rear. A lean-to with a glass panel in the roof. One winters night I looked up and there, sunken through the snow that blanketed the glass was the underside of a.... a cat. Arse, rear paws, front paws. It took me while to figure out what it was. Then I realised: cats go for heat and on this winters nignt my single-glazed panel was the warmest place in town. "Aaaah poor thing". I tried feeding it but it was a ferel one and wouldn't come near. I chucked some food up on the roof over the next few weeks and left it at that. Come spring it was time to demolish things and get renovating. On an exploratory trip to the shed down the back of the garden I noticed some eyes looking out at me through the old furniture piled up there. Then two...no three..no five sets of eyes. My ferel cat had had 4 kittens. Over the next weeks the kittens came out into the wilderness that was the back garden. They wouldn't come close to me - legging it as soon as I got within 20ft of them. Mom had even less to do with me. Over the next weeks I learned to move slow and use food as an attraction. This way the kittens would come into the lean-to and I could play with them: holding a bit of string and letting them jump at it whilst remaining motionless: one move and they scattered! Mom approached to 20ft looking well worried. So I chucked her some food too. Over the weeks I had no luck with the cat sanctuaries. "Feral? Nah - there too many cats around anyhows - you'll have to get them put down" 8 weeks in and the time had come. I starved them for a day (they had all come used to getting food from me), got out the wash basket, put some food in it and opened the lean-to door. 1,2,3,4 - the kittens piled in. I covered the basket with a towel and taped it up - with tears streaming. 8 weeks of them you understand. I'd borrowed a cat box from the vet and had starved mom for 3 days so she was caught relatively easily too via a long piece of string and a stick - I figured to neuter her so as not to have a repeat 2 months hence. Off to the vet with the lot of 'em. Talk about upset. Towel off the basket and she reaches in to this maelstrom which only ever resulted in me being scratched to bits when I tried it. Grasping a struggling kitten she say "I thought you said these were feral - have you been interacting with them!?. I'll get homes for these no problems" My heart leapt. I picked up mom-in-the-catbox after work that evening, arrived home and set it down at the open back door. I opened the flap and retired to the couch 15ft away so as not to panic her and her fresh stitches. Nothing. 5 minutes I waited and eventually she emerged. Wobbly one her legs and looking well groggy. She paced a pace or two towards the back door, looked around at me - as close as she had ever been to me. She paused, turned to look again - and walked gingerly over to the couch I was sitting on, hopped up onto it, came over to me, crawled into my lap... ...and fell asleep. 5 years later and she's sitting beside me right now.
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