barkwindjammer

My girlfriend told me she gets really turned on by the thought of getting fu{ked by a big group of studs, so I booted her in the flower with my Adidas Predators

Right, that looked like fun up til the clip of them on tarmac hitting haybales, when your finished your project your not gonna do that with it, are you? last time I saw 'action' like this was on a saturday sports programme (cant remember the name) but it was hosted by Dickie Davies, it also had wrestling, with giants like, giant haybales and big daddy, looks like a 'must do' tho', remember folks after you reach an age over, say 7, you dont 'bounce' like you used to, so dont try this at home !

if you have feeler guages you could try 'gapping' them first, would think it pretty unusual for two plugs from the same side of the block to fail

Its getting there Drewpy, have you got any pics you can post of a finished tracker, one that has inspired you? neighbours eh, I always get the "have you got the day off then", would love to reply with "you dont miss much, do you"?, but I'm far too busy boiling pig skins out the back for that

if you smell petrol in that area, leave it for 10 mins, have a fire Xtinguisher handy

remove one of the outer plugs, 1 or 4, re-attach the lead, place plug with the threaded section touching the cylinder head and hit the start button, you should see a nice blue/white spark between the electrodes

have you removed the plugs and tried the spark test?

I took the day off wurk to paint the shed and its forking pissed it down all day, so I have a legitimate Xcuse, fanny bawz !

Well I tried concocting a story with ABBA as its muse, but it just didnt work Sooper trooper maybe lol the songs a bit morose but still puts my 'hackles' up have tried to emulate that guitar grunt/riff many times and cant get it

Check this one, wow feckin awesome lol whooo whooo

preparations complete, the day of loves union dawns, one to be made, one to be lost. Wellwishers have arrived from the four corners of the Kingdom, all in their finery, smiling-dancing eyes on all, each attendee the vessel of excitement and merriment, a silent but tangible hum emanates from all of them gathered, this day so rare, an 'out' from the grinding modernity that is 'this life', glad of heart, spirits untangled from the every-day. Alone, a young warrior sits, his heart like granite, cold and heavy, he stares with empty eyes, his jaw muscles pulse slowly, for many nights his sleep has abandoned him to the long, long eventide, where only the twilight birdsong has shaken him from this catatonic agony, many scenarios have streamed through his fractalised mind-scape, too late, too cruel, this is the day. The door of the barn croaks, the sunlight, like a white and near blinding arc sweeps through the gloom inside, lighting the dust hanging in the dank air like a trillion slow motion photons, the light paints a sculpture inside, a gleaming, menacing, apocalyptic steed, sleeping and harmless, like a cryonicaly stilled hideous gargoyle, a hellish demon, the stuff of terror induced paralysis. Its master, clad in mourning black and blued steel, betrayed in colour only by his smouldering orange/red eyes, glowers at the winged monster, "dont fail me now Divvy", he removes the rose clasped in its shardlike blackened teeth and his eyes momentarily flash with longing, with the same summer washed saphire blue as his boyhood eyes were, but not today, he crushes the thorn protected rose stem in his black gauntleted fist, his blood, like viscous nail paint, oozes from between his fingers, he slides off the 'safety' on his Iberian type 4 - 65mm foam cannon and holsters it, his titanium digit like a heavy capacitor cracks life into the beast, he moves off, slow and deliberate, enveloped within his own dimension, the street, the people, cars, dogs and children playing, their noise - tinny and distant, all around him is hurried, yet he is in slow-mo', the zone, the matrix. less than a quarter mile til he reaches his collision with fate, for days he has been aware of no sound, only - within his tangled mind- the girlish laughter of his hearts desire, imaginery summer insects in the corn field where they- he and his sweetheart, would have their intimate liasons, blessed only by the warm summer sun. He's nearly there, the venue where his love, his existance, his vision, will be taken from him for eternity, he hears music, not from the street, from inside him, this is broken by the stark BEEP! of an ice cream van he has narrowly missed colliding with, he gives the vendor a hair whitening scowl, the van crumps into a wall, somewhere in the background, the music starts again, faint, he kills the beast in front of the 'love gate' at the foot of the path up to the gothic oak and iron doors, the music in his head races in volume toward him like the devils carrion, he flails open the door with his boot ! Music

Too much reading, but I got the point, I think , the pics of 'The correct way' and 'The wrong way' shown at the bottom of the page 'kill' the effort they made to convince the reader, the pic of their 'correctly' lubed chain-and tyre kind of lets down an attempt to give the impression that these guys are not about BS!

last night on Discovery channel, a film of the run up preparations and mission held back by NASA-jaw dropping footage to say the least, take it you didnt watch it Drewpy? no doubt it will be repeated at some point.

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Disco very channel, never seen before film footage of the Apollo mission carrying Neil I'm-strong an buzz lightyear to the moon------- "like wow-far out man"

I'm with you on this one Piles, although it looks a weee bit like a kiddies 'postman-pat' skool satchel, I could live with that, and for a 'sky-diver'* plenty cheap *Note: not designed for parachutes, if you buy a parachute that doesnt come in its original bag, proceed with caution, exit the aircraft gingerly at first, and always wear safety glasses.

She's lookin 'fair bonnie' Kenny, dont go mad wi they stickers lol, glad you got the caliper thang sorted out, an the pipes, the pipes,,,,

What if the 'hokey cokey" really is what its all about ?

on your wiring diagram I counted 6 diodes, are they all zener diodes?,

Maplins?, if theres one near you, that cant be a difficult part to find I wouldnt think, ask the sparks at the RAF

Battery, terminals (cables and connectors), Earth link, water still pocketed in this area, is my guess, but am no good with electrics only the basics, like dont shower and re-tune your DAB radio at the same time, common sense stuff really

smackhead, I knew I'd seen that pin-pricked pupil look before, even under the glasses, un-predictability is a trait also I'm told

tagging a cemetary wall tho', if it was you?, thats crass, if your lucky you'll get community service, then you'll be in a 'site hut', or hall/centre beside 'star-butts'

toknaboot? scrinky pink bawz wha eats meenies, have you been cautioned then? ya rowdy !