Marcarl

OK, now you've started it!!!!

We're a great bunch of readers, but type slow, so it takes time,,,,,, or get our dander up and then see what happens.

Ya,,, them hogs, they take it all and leave nothing for us to play with,,,, what a bummer!

So what you need is more kids and more friends,,, we can help with the friends part of the equation, but we're of little help with the kids part,,so I don't know what can be done about that, although we can be a lot of spoiled brats at times, but mostly we're just kids, but just a little more so. So have a Blessed Christmas and a Wonderful New Year.

You were just there,,, he has a communal one.

Darn, another red one gone,,, maybe I should have bought a blue one instead. Glad to hear you made it through all that,,, now you got another story to tell about how you are so well cared for.

I think here in S.Ontario Big Tom has put the kibosh on snow, maybe I'll have to move as well.

I'll have to show those pictures to Marca, she has more of an understanding of those type of things. To me they look the same as hers, very nice, just different colors in different shapes and in other places. Now when are you going to put the wheels on, this is a MC site you know.

I really don't know much about other bikes,,, not even about yours, but I do know about mine. When I put my forks back in the triple tree I slide them all the way up as far as they could go so that they stopped at the ciri-clip that stops them from going any higher. Now seeing as they stopped sliding at the clip when the clamps are loose, I not quite sure how they would slide any further when the clamps are tightened. Now if somebody said that they slid down,,, now I would have to worry, because I have a 1st gen and the front wheel could possibly come off the ground on occasion.

Maybe he has the volume turned up too high. Tell him to turn everything down and off and then try again.

I got rid of those pegs, gave them away to somebody who didn't have any, and got the offset ones,,,, sure do make a difference and worth the extra bucks, for me about $150. The foam grips are ok, last a couple of years and soak up water,, takes a while to dry out and the gloves get wet as well.

Looks real good, now you two can spend time in separate rooms together. Ya, you will insulate the ceiling, it's not that expensive and helps to keep the heat in. Just cut a hole into the ceiling and blow-away. Also suggest to run your electrical on the surface of the walls rather than inside the walls. Makes it easier first of all for wall cladding and electric install, but it also gives you the easy option of making changes as you design and then redesign the setup in your shop. Sure wish I had run my electrics on the surface a number of times.

One of the reasons I ride my 85 still is because of the class system. I ride with my wife about 50% of the time and when she gets on I need all the air in the shock, when I'm solo that's a way too hard and I need it at about 25lb. Sure glad I have the system. There are lots more reasons I still have my 85 and being the fastest is another.

Wish the best for ya Bro. Prayer sent for success this time. Don't forget to listen to the Warden.

When was the best Christmas t'is hard for me to tell For good times were had and some were real swell. My mother did say of when I was four And we had just moved to find a new shore From Holland we came to start a new life My dad, five kids, and even his wife. We had a place to live and dad had some work We had money for food and the rent, but no perk Christmas was coming, it was on the new morrow We were all in bed, mom, dad and all of us thorough. I was the youngest and darkness was deep When my parents did rest and longed for some sleep. At three in the morning my mother awoke Some noise she was hearing it wasn't no joke She listened, and then she woke dad with a start Listen she said, our youngest is plucking my heart He's singing a song that the angels well knew What woke me up, I haven't a clue. I don't remember a thing from that night My mom didn't bother to turn on the light All kids were awake to listen to me As I sang about Angles and Glory to be The song was in Dutch I remembered it all It made a good Christmas of that she'd recall For her it was special for all that was given She knew that through Him we could all end up in heaven In Dutch [ame= ] [/ame] I was unable to find an English rendition, so I typed in the words so you can follow and understand. I hope it works out. Ere zij God, ere zij God Glory to God, Glory to God In den hooge, in den hooge, in den hooge In the highest, in the highest, in the highest Vrede op aarde, vrede op aarde Peace be on earth, peace be on earth In den menschen een welbehagen To the people who God delights in Ere zij God in den hooge Glory to God in the highest Ere zij God in den hooge Glory to God in the highest Vrede op aarde, vrede op aarde Peace be on earth, peace be on earth Vrede op aarde, vrede op aarde Peace be on earth, peace be on earth In den menschen, In den menschen To the people, to the people Een welbehagen Who God delights in In den menschen, een welbehagen To the people who God delights in een welbehagen. Who God delights in Ere zij God, ere zij God Glory to God, Glory to God In den hooge, in den hooge, in den hooge In the highest, in the highest, in the highest Vrede op aarde, vrede op aarde Peace be on earth, peace be on earth In den menschen een welbehagen And to the people whom God delights in. Amen, amen

Really??? like totally like........you're joshin' us right???

Stay away from Plattsville, Gayle doesn't like that name at all. Looks nice though, hope you enjoy it,,,,, gosh a Lexus for a school teacher,,, a little rich isn't it. Did you sell the scoot to get the payments down?

Yep, only one outfit needed,,,,, you didn't say that Jeff was disabled did you?

Don't rightly know which word it was that sent up the red flag, was either Michigan or Swifty,, or maybe both. Thanks Dave,,, we haven't had something to do for a while,, it's about time,, we do need to earn our pay eh?

I'd be checking out the tire to see if it has flattened out in the middle. We ride 2 up mostly and that sets the weight over your weight and we have no problems. Front at 36 and rear at 40. I had my front up to 40 once, but then I met up with a good side gust of wind and found myself in the wrong lane,,, that was tooooo scary.

Looking forward to good reports,,,,, God Bless

Come Jeff, get healed up real quick,, I got a feeling there is a conspiracy going on here and Mini is involved with Don. Mama, can you send her 2 uniforms please, I mean she will have to launder it every so often,,, on the other hand,,, just send her the one!

Then I would turn on the ignition, let the fuel pump come to a stop, turn off the ignition and the turn it back on again to see if the fuel pump starts again. If it does then let it stop and go through the process until it no longer clicks. If it will fire now then you're a happy camper, if not lightly tap the carbs to loosen the float valves. They may be stuck, but I doubt it.

I can be kind of an old fuss pot when it comes to words,,, so tell us, did you take the line off the carbs, by the carbs or just from the fuel pump. The reason is, that the line from the pump to the carbs could be pinched or plugged.

You have probably seen this before, I know I have. It is a story about the true meaning of Christmas. Not the Biblical story but, what the Biblical story teaches us. ------ A Christmas Story – by Rian B. Anderson Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted so bad that year for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what. Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" “You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "why?" "I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the wood-pile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy." We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we had a big wood pile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?" Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out. "We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said, then he turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I'd never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us." In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes. Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will." Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand." I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.