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This is a story about the little tazer that could. (Not to be confused with the little engine that could). A gentleman submitted his product review regarding a little pocket tazer that he purchased as a gift to his wife. Below is his account of his whole "ordeal." Last weekend I saw something at Larry`s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary, and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife, Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety. WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button... Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time I`d get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn`t be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat, Gracie, looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and tazer in another. The directions said: - a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant -a two-second burst would cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control - a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. - any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I`m looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 of an inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I`ll do my best. I`m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don`t do it dipshit," reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn`t hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and.... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!! WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!! WHAT THE HELL!?!?!? I`m pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, and with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room. Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a tazer, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.. A three second burst would be considered conservative??? IT HURT LIKE HELL!!! A minute or so later (I can`t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up, and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh, and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently, I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I`m still looking for my nuts and I`m offering a significant reward for their safe return! P.S. My wife, can`t stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it! If you think education is difficult, try being stupid !!!

after being garaged for the last 25+ years for what ever reason.. I purchased the bike for 50 euro..and have spent the last few weeks rewiring, and semi restoring the bike , just to see if was worth fully restoring as i had no clue whether it would ever start or whether the engine would even turn over,, BUT,,Wait for it... 2 days ago it breathed and started (the engine is a noiseless as the day it was built,, no knocks no rattles ) pic´s will be added a soon as i can clean all the grease from my hands ..lol

as the title says .. Iam in need of some genius electrical help..for my Xs 360 1977... Problem is this i turn on the ignition rear brake light comes on ..? also it blows the ignition fuse and the Main fuse ,, i am going to change the fuse box as someone has already joined wires there ,, also i think i may be missing one of the condensers i have a spare jack plug middle of the bike ? Can any one help with this problem as i would like to get the bike running soon ..

Hello all.. Have just cocme across this site after purchasing a XS 360 (1977)