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IMPRESSIVE !!! Way to go !! Congrats !

Sounds like good times ahead. Travel safe....hope ya have a bunch of fun

Interesting. I've an old Sheridan Blue Streak 5mm sittin' in the closet that I haven't shot in 20 years.

Still have a ways to go, but Lisa and I will most likely do the motorhome / trailer thing again. I'll confirm it on the calender when it gets a bit closer. Thanks for the post.

Sounds like he's off to a rough start....hope he has a smooth finish. Glad you got your money without a problem though... SO.......What'cha ridin' now???

I had a Daisy Red Ryder when I was a kid (8?) I was roaming around the cabin shootin' at random stuff, and saw what looked like a piece of cardboard laying on the ground that I shot at, and was quite dissapointed that the bb didn't go through, but rather bounced off...Thinking that this armament I was deploying should be able to penetrate this cardboard, .....I moved closer and tried again....to no avail....so I moved closer and tried again, only to have the bb bounce back and stick in my eye....LOL....OMG...I shot my eye out !!! I could still see out of that eye, and didn't realize the bb had stuck in it, but only knew that my eye was irritated, so I went down to the creek and rinsed my eye out with water. Didn't help much. I went back to the cabin as if nothing happened, and Mom said my eye was all bloodshot...what happened...??? Of course I said.....nnnuuuuuttthhhiiinnnn..... She looked closer, and saw the bb in there and freaked..... She called Dad over, who promptly grabbed a pair of needle nosed pliers and was about to do a BB-ectomy, but Mom realised what was about to happen, she shot it down, and they took me on the 45 minute ride to a doctors office, where the doc pulled it out, put a bandage over the eye and told us to leave it there for 24hrs. I didn't wait the 24 hrs. I pulled the bandage off the next morning and all was well. I grabbed the BB gun, and after much apprehension and warning from Mom, I went back out in the woods with my trusty weapon. Turns out the "cardboard" was actually plastic. When the BB stuck in my eye, it actually stuck just in the corner, where the tear duct is. I was very lucky. Wasn't the first time the Good Lord was looking out for me...and there've been many other such times since. I just hope he keeps looking after me, 'cause Lord knows I need lookin' after.

I saw this posting on Craigslist, and thought I'd share. What's it like to fire a Daisy BB gun? Well it's an experience I'll never forget. Everybody knows BB guns are scary looking and ought to be banned, but I thought I would try to shoot one without any preconceived notions. What I encountered changed me forever. I took a deep breath and determined to enter a Wal-Mart. A "greeter" met me with, "Howdy, welcome to Wal-Mart." I'm from the north. We don't say "Howdy". I sneer back at the microaggression and strain to hold back tears of rage. Barely controlling myself, I asked where I could find a BB gun. He directed me to "sporting goods," still smiling and gloating over his slyly delivered offense. I go to the "sporting goods" section, a perfect charnel house where implements of sulfur, death, and destruction are openly and brazenly sold. I notice a BB gun just lying on a shelf. I reach for it as if it was a poisonous snake, wondering if it will go off when I pull it off the shelf. That's right, a shelf. Where anybody could get it. I go to the counter and the death merchant asks me if I wanted BBs to go with it. He even had the audacity to offer me "Copperhead" brand BBs! How could this inbred hick not know that I see a therapist twice a week to treat my herpetophobia? I buy the gun and the recommended BBs. I'm dizzy going out to the parking lot. A passing stranger, attired in a camouflage assault t-shirt, asks, "Sir, you okay?" "How dare you assume my gender!" I shout back. "Sorry, just checkin'," he said as if my health was any of his business. But the worst was yet to come. I went to a wooded area to fire the BB gun, a Daisy 509 Buck, probably made by Bushmaster. I bruised my knuckles operating the cocking lever. Taking aim, I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and pulled the trigger. The sound of the spring loaded plunger going "boing" startled me. I became disoriented watching the BB arc towards its target. The "dink!" sound it made bouncing off a coke can was horribly loud. The recoil was horrendous, like a bazooka or some other recoilless weapon, and it dislocated my shoulder. I vomited and cried. I still have PTSD. Anxiety. Irritability. Nightmares. I may never again be the same. But enough about me, at least for now. Worst of all, these weapons of mass destruction are available to the general public. It's time we stopped listening to the paid lobbyists of the National BB Gun Association who assure us that BB guns are hardly ever used in the commission of a crime. They scare me, they should scare you, and they ought to be banned.

Great video Puc ! But ya got me wonderin'.....Did you de-link the brakes on Tweeks?

I think I'd focus a lot more on the slow speed turning, which isn't too bad once ya learn how, and not worry about practicing picking the bike up. If you ever should drop the bike, just knowing that you lift it with you legs...turned away from the bike, should do it. I watched my buddy trying to pick up a mid 80s Cavalcade without luck, until I told him the trick....at which point he had no problem. Personally, I wouldn't be willing to lay my bike over just for practice. I'd be worried about damaging it, either while laying it over, or a pickup attempt gone wrong. Whatever you decide, best of luck to you.

Sounds like it's been a tough year. Thoughts and prayers are with you. Please keep us updated as your condition improves.

We're supposed to change air filters???

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!! Hope ya have a great one.

God Bless that little one and his / your family. Prayers sent.

​Just sayin'

Thoughts and prayers sent.

Been a pretty mild Winter so far,...here in Central OH.,...but it ain't over yet.

Dunno that I'd agree that it's a slow blow. They usually have a spring evident. I don't know that they'd want a slow blow on a power strip anyway. Found this pretty quick on e-bay, looks like it ought to work. 5A 250v http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/S28AAOxyhoBSUFQf/s-l500.jpghttp://www.ebay.com/itm/5x-8Amp-8A-250V-AXIAL-GLASS-Fuses-Fast-Blow-8a-F8a-8-amp-250v-8-Amp/152176116008?_trksid=p2047675.c100005.m1851&_trkparms=aid%3D222007%26algo%3DSIC.MBE%26ao%3D2%26asc%3D20131003132420%26meid%3D7b64e70279e04ac7ab8e025ca57912a4%26pid%3D100005%26rk%3D2%26rkt%3D4%26sd%3D152165277007

I ordered one. Only downside is that I'll have to take that Molly Hatchet tape out of there. I think it's been in there for 3 or 4 years now. Dreams I'll never see.....what a great song. Thanks for making us aware that we have this option.

I'm so happy for you. Congratulations gramps !!!

Prayers on the way.

EXACTLY !!!

Yup. More than one way to interpret that prophecy.

My friend thinks he's smart......

That stove was a display piece at a Dutch Pantry restaurant that had closed. I was a few years into my trade at the time, and went through a bit of effort to convert it to a gas burning stove. That was back before we had computers, and I had to pour through a catalogue from a local appliance parts store to figure what I could mount, and safely supply gas to....ordered the parts and put it all together. Pilot lights, knobs, and all. The knobs were hidden behind one of the cast iron covers. (Where you'd access the grate shaker) I would have taken that stove since when Dad was getting rid of stuff to sell the house, since my home now is kinda rustic, but I thought he would have gotten a good $ for it. I found out later that it sold at the auction for $300. A bunch of stuff went for pennies that I'd have loved to have. Serves me right for not being willing to take hardly anything when Dad told me to take whatever I wanted.....I felt he could use the money more than I could use the stuff. Within a year after Mom passed ( 98 ) All that stuff was gone, and Dad moved into a smaller house that we'd remodeled for him. I drive by the house nowadays, and see that it's being let go. The whole neighborhood on the Upper Southside of Youngstown had turned bad.... I don't think I'd care to see the inside. The stone fireplace was built by Dad, with stones we pulled from the creek up at the hunting cabin. The grey woodstove IS in my house now. It's the stove Grandma cooked for Dad on in the 1920s in Wilksbarre, PA. I have it set up for wood heat, but it's so inefficient that I rarely use it. That was a great home and neighborhood to grow up in, but alas, urban sprawl has taken it's toll on that whole area. Sad. That's probably why I live out in the boonies now.

Looking over some old photos from the mid 90s, back when my Mom was still alive.....sniff...... Mom loved decorating for Christmas, and just decorating in general. She had an odd mix of Victorian and Rustic decorating styles, and was a bit eclectic as well. Looking at the pic I realize now how non-typical the house that I grew up in was. People who saw it used to fuss over it, and I never really understood why at the time, I thought it was normal... but looking back....it's a bit overwhelming......and really cool. Everything you see in the pics came from my Mom's mind, and mostly from my Dad's labor, although I'd help when asked.