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When you're riding lead, don't spit. Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul. If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride. Never sell a motorcycle - it is a part of you. Just buy more. Life may begin at 30, but it doesn't get real interesting until about 120 mph. You start the game of life with a full pot of luck and an empty pot of experience. The object is to fill the pot of experience before you empty the pot of luck. If you wait, all that happens is that you get older. Saddlebags can never hold everything you want, but they CAN hold everything you need. The only good view of a thunderstorm is in my rear view mirror. Don't ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise. Sometimes it takes a whole tank of fuel before I can think straight. In the time it takes to play 18 holes, I can be 500 miles away. Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town. You will always get to keep your motorcycle in a divorce. Never do less than forty miles before breakfast. One bike on the road is worth two in the garage. Young riders pick a destination and go. Old riders pick a direction and go. Whatever it is, it's better to do it in the wind. Two-lane blacktop isn't a highway, it's an attitude. People are like motorcycles; each is customized a bit differently. The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome. A friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2 am to drive his pickup to the middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down. Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt at 70 mph can double your vocabulary. There's something ugly about a NEW bike on a trailer. A long ride can clear my mind, restore my faith and use up a lot of fuel. If you can't get it going with bungee cords, wire and electrician's tape, it's serious. Never try to race an old geezer, he may have one more gear than you. God does not subtract from my life the time I spend riding. Gray-haired riders don't get that way from pure luck. Bikes parked out front mean good chicken-fried steak inside. You can forget what you do for a living when your knees are in the breeze. Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out the car window. Don't argue with an 18-wheeler (just go faster). Don't lead the pack if you don't know where you're going. I Never ride faster than my guardian angel can fly. Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Time for a road trip for Sleeperhawk and me!!!:dancefool:
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These past 10 weeks (today) have got to be the most trying time in my life. Since the wreck I have had such a run of emotions that sometimes I just can't control anymore. The little girl has no idea the affect her hitting me has put me and my family through. Seeing a bike on the highway just kills me. I want to be back on one so bad, but then I think "what if I am not this lucky again?". My wife finally told me she doesn't want me on two wheels again and that just rips my heart out. I can't blame her though; she actually saw me splattered on the road; not knowing if her 28 year old husband would live. We have no children, but are at the time in our lives where the thought of them comes up daily and we want them so bad. What if I had had a little one and was killed? I know these are tough questions and there is no right or wrong answer. The bad thing is; I want another RSV so bad. I want to feel the wind on my face and the thrill of the ride. There are too many of you on here that I haven't met yet and want to ride with; even if just to Dairy Queen for an ice cream! My father in law who has ridden for 35 plus years refuses to even talk bikes. He put his HD Ultra up for sale the day after the wreck and swore on his life he will never ride again. The thought of me almost dieing and my brother in law going down has really affected him in the worst ways. I can't say I blame him either. My dad who also went down in the accident swears he will ride again. It's in his blood and won't come out. He looked death in the face with leukemia, a motorcycle accident doesn't faise him. My mom who went down with him doesn't know what to think. Two hard headed men in her life (dad and me) that both have a strong urge for 2 wheels. She watched the car hit me from 50 feet back. She's still a mess; but I thank God every second it was me who took the hit. So what do I do? Follow my heart or my wife and mom's wishes; just walk away, count my blessings, and find a new hobby. I miss it so much and can't stand the thought of some spoiled 17 year old taking something I love so much but I also don't want my family to constantly think "what if?". I am in such a tough spot. My arms still aren't healed and the pain is constant. I went 6 days without pain medicine and about went out of my mind. I am almost to the point where I will either choose to go back to work in lots of pain or long term disability. I'm 28, I thought I was invinceable; I have been showed differently. I don't know what hurts more my broken arms or my broken heart. Okay I'll stop for now....I am sorry to go on and on but thanks for listening. Ventureriders has given me so much, I just wish I could partly repay it. God Bless All Of You!!! Ben
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Just got back from the Ride for Life in Victoria. It was their first ride. Miserable day ,rain,rain and more rain but we still had about 500 bikes out. Had about 1000 for the Ride for Dad. The difference is that all money raised on the Ride for Life goes to the local cancer clinic instead of going to Ottawa to be doled out. FYI the prostate cancer clinic in Victoria is the best in North America with a 95% survival rate as compared to 65% elsewhere. They called for a minute of silence and had a piper play a tune in recognition of "D" day, the allied invasion of Europe. Saw a couple first gens and a couple second gens there. Still had a good ride in the pouring rain. My oldest son was there, my youngest son buys odd ball bikes that are rarely on the road, and a friend who just bought his first bike. I told both of them I did not expect them to hang in as I was the only one who had experienced cancer ( twice now) but they both did. BBQ and band at the end of the ride. I met a couple who were examining my bike. They asked what it was. I told them and they said they had never heard of Yamaha or Venture. Obviously Yamaha has work to do. I think they were new Harley riders. I was surrounded by Hardleys and for the first time I noticed just how much bigger the Venture is than a Harley. It really stood out. Saw a guy trying to catch up to me going over the "hat". He was on a KTM or similar bike. I slowed down. I had been doing about 120 kph. I had to laugh. He had a jacket on but those yellow rain gear work pants with suspenders over the jacket. The pants were flaring out about 8 inches on each side. He was scooping up the rain as he rode. I think next year will be better.
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We took a small ride to Rachel, NV on the "Extraterrestrial Highway", with a group of friends and stopped at the Little-A’Le’Inn gift shop and general tourist trap..... That is near the famous Area 51 it was about a 340 mile round trip. The weather there in Rachel was great! We left Vegas early this morning, but man!! Coming back around 15:00 hrs.....we arrived to the start of HELL......106 DEGREES!! Put the bike in the garage and went inside the house A/C .....jumped in the shower and .....ahhhh felt good again enjoying a few ICE COLD glasses of Lemonade.......LIFE IS GOOD. Tomorrow poker run starts at 1000 hrs and will be home by about 1800 hrs. Supposed to hit 110 but we will see. +/- a couple degrees it still feels the same (like sticking tour head in a oven) Great thing is NO HUMI-DID-ITY so not to bad REALLY..............Ron:dancefool:
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Look at yourself, and quit complaining about life. http://www.wimp.com/watchingthis/
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Well after several years of being parked I'm trying to bring my 1977 KZ1000 back to life, so I hope someone here can lend some advice. I've cleaned the carb, leveled the floats, did a coils mod to increase the spark. Took it out for a ride today and it ran good for about 20 miles. It then started to miss bad. When I go home I pulled the plugs and 3 of the 4 were covered in black soot. Put a new set in , moved the carb needle put 1/2 turn and got the same results. What should I try next?
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2007 RSV, I'm the 2nd owner. PO replaced the rear (Dunlop 404) at about 17,000 mi. and I just replaced the front at 18,700 mi. The front had some life yet, but starting on a fairly long jaunt (about 850 miles) and it was almost down to the wear bars. I chose to replace with the original Dunlop 404 since that is what the PO put on the rear. Just curious about tire wear results on similar model and year , being aware that riding style can easily effect tire life. I know that there are a kazillion opinons on tires , but it does give us something to discuss. Mel:Venture:
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After attending the Louisana state motorcycle awareness and safety rally this morning and seeing all of the rash laden 50 something guys in cut-off t-shirts holding soup bowls for helmets hobbling around with their women dressed in clothes fit only for back yard shenanigans I could'nt help but think about my mangled and dissabled uncle and the names on the list of 60 odd dead riders who passed since the last rally so I decided to steal a post from another board I attend and spread it to the others I attend. Enjoy and ride safe. Riding Without Gear - A Personal Choice -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Riding without boots and crashing might cost you some road rash or foot mash or even in an extreme case might lead to amputation. You might never walk without a limp. You might battle a weight and fitness problem for the rest of your life. You might never walk with pain. But it probablywouldn't kill you. Riding without gloves and crashing might cost you some road rash or a Munched hand or the severe, excrutiating pain of mangling a body part rich with nerve endings. Or you could lose a finger or two. It could cost you the ability to play ball with your son, to properly feel the gentle curve of a womans breast, or to hold a beer. But it probably wouldn't kill you. Riding without at least an armored jacket and leather trousers or full leathers or an Aerostich or even just a leather jacket and jeans and crashing might cost you serious road rash. You might grind off a nipple. You might embed gravel in your elbow. You might get beef jerky all over your back. You might grind off your kneecap or have a scar resembling Australia on you calf like a friend of mine does. You would be scarred for life and not be able to walk on a beach shirtless without feeling self conscious. You might end up like Kevin Spacey's character in "Pay It Forward" and have to deal with the same awkward moment every time you remove your clothes with a new lover. But it probably won't kill you. Riding without a back protector and crashing in all but rare crashes would be inconsequential. However, there are so many variables out there- curbs, fenders, poles, guardrails, debris in the road- any one of these could be the golden BB that nicks your spinal cord in just the wrong way and leaves you in a wheelchair for life. Or, maybe you just have constant sciatic pain in one leg. Or you can't move your legs. Or you have to wear diapers for when you @#%$ yourself, and/or a colostomy bag you have to pull out of your pants leg and squeeze your waste out into the toilet at a bar like a guy I know. Or you can't move from the chest down. Or from the neck down. Are you good at working joysticks with your mouth? Or maybe you might need a respirator? Or 24 hour care? Certainly, there are impacts that are completely forseeable that would permanently injure you even with the best back protector in the world. But there are crashes and subsequent impacts that even mediocre back protectors can make that little bit of difference in- the ones you get up and walk away from, sore all over, but *walking*. Do you want the last time you walked to be when you walked out of 7-11 with a pack of smokes and then got on your bike? Those precious few steps out the door and over to the bike to be the five steps you remember the rest of your life because the next time you were off the bike you were lying strapped to a backboard staring at the headliner of an ambulance, tears running down your face because you couldn't feel the little piggies and you were almost ready to vomit at the stench of your @#%$ because you lost control of your bowels? Riding without a back protector and crashing might not make a difference, or it might make all the difference in the world. It might not kill you, but it might make you wish it had. And, finally, helmets. Riding without a helmet and crashing might be of no consequence. You might never even touch terra firma with your head. Or you might give yourself an asphalt facelift. You might get a concussion that results in only a bad headache the next day. You might get a serious concussion that lands you in the hospital for endless CAT scans and MRIs, and for the rest of your days be plagued by migraines. You might fracture your orbital and lose your vision. You might fracture your skull and end up fully functional but with a horrible Frankenstein like scar and a metal plate that bothers you on cold days and sets of metal detectors in airports. You might have a closed head injury from which you don't awaken from for hours or days or weeks or months- all the while your mother, father, sister, brother, children, workmates, and/or riding buddies come a visit you, filling an utterly depressing hospital room into a gauche jungle of flowers and bright card saying "get well soon!" that you never see or smell. Sure, you might awaken completely normal besides the hole drilled in your head to reduce pressure. Or you might awaken a little fuzzy, unsure who these people are. Or you might awaken and have to re-learn everything it took you all your life to learn, eventually returning to normal or even better like Harrison Ford in "Regarding Henry". Or you might awaken a man-child, drooling and laughing as you try to stack blocks, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt signed by your mother, father, sister, brother, children, workmates, and/or riding buddies- which you will never read. Or you might have an open head injury, from which the "you" you know will most likely never return. The rest of your life -be it a day, a week, a month, a year- will consist of feeding tubes, the endless beep and whoosh of the heart monitor and respirator, and the drip-drip or IV fluids, catheters in your rod, and feeding tubes. Of course, you won't mind all of this, you'll be in a dream land no one knows about. Your body will waste away and atrophy. Eventually, the shell that used to be you would give out, and your loved ones would have to make the most grueling decision of their life. Or, you might die on the road, fluffy gray brain matter mixing with blood and cerebro-spinal fluid. Perhaps you last ride would be twenty miles an hour down the street by your house combined with an impatient young driver and an ignored stop sign. Or perhaps it would be a ride on the freeway and a pothole denting your rim and popping the front tire off the bead sending you into the guardrail. Or you might go out in a blaze of glory qith a 100 mph wheelie ending the wrong way. Whichever way, would make maybe a 10 second news story depending on where you live, maybe a paragraph buried on page 32B of the paper. Riding without a helmet could be of no matter- or it could mean the difference between going on as you are now, or having life taken awy from you as if God flipped a switch. I can live without toes or a mangled foot- but I choose to try and prevent that. I can live with a hand that looks like a burn victim's and maybe relearn to write with my left hand- but I choose to try and prevent that. I can live with a scar in the shape of Australia on my calf- but I try and prevent that. I can live with road rash on my torso and arms- but I try to prevent that. I could live in a wheelchair, agonizing through every day, but I chose to try and prevent that. I can't live as a man-child. I've already played with blocks. I only drool when I sleep. We all make choices. Gear can't always save you. All the best leather, denim, Cordura, Kevlar, fiberglass, and plastic is useless when fate throws the Immovable Object or the Irresistible Force in your path. But I choose to stack the deck in my favor. If it all ends up for naught and the stacked deck and the cards up my sleeve end up losing to Fate's royal flush, so be it. But I'll try.
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For the first time in her life Ramona was late for work.Good reason to a last minute schedule change she didn't know about.It's time to pull her out for a better life. Here is to a M-F job somewhere waiting for her that permits weekends off.We need family time and riding time.Last year the scoot wasn't out of the barn not once. That ^#!@ Stops today.Sorry guys just had to vent. Wish us luck.I chewed on her managers arse today and boy did that feel good.I was about ready to hit second gear when she hung up on me.
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Well, He arose after 3 days in the ground, defeating death, showing the way and giving us a new life, sooo, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
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I'm in need for a rear rotor for an '86 to '93. I've got the rear wheel off and would like to get one asap so I can enjoy life again. Thanks, Thanks, Thanks!!!!!
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I must admit to having had MY car set up improperly. Take less than 2 minutes to properly adjust the mirrors on your car, saving both your life and others. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwzUE6PHk4U]YouTube- AutoFocus - Are your car mirrors adjusted correctly?[/ame]
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[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-8PBx7isoM&feature=player_embedded]YouTube- Embrace Life - always wear your seat belt[/ame]
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Yes, I SUCK for not coming out to this board more often! You can scold me if you want! If you are on FACEBOOK - send me a friend request because I am on there almost daily! So I thought I would update all of my VR family on my last year - a new years letter if you will. Spring: The year started out just like any other. Then, I fell in love with an old boyfriend who had spent the years since high school/college in the military. He talked of marriage and then went on a training exercise and didn't ever call again. He's okay, finally made contact, but said he had way too much going on in his life, and basically broke my heart. I'm over it now. Realized I didn't like my job, but glad I had one. Summer: Bought a slackline (google it if you don't know it - it's FUN) Spent many a summer evening/weekend day with the neighbors slacklining, drinking beer, talking, etc. It was a blast! Was contacted on facebook by a high school classmate, and HE started getting serious, and I was wary - HE WAS IN THE MILITARY TOO! I was careful.... He talked me into it, and I walked away from it, because it seemed too familiar. The job was getting worse... Actually had an anxiety attack at work. I grew many an organic veggie in the garden, and learned how to can (apple butter, apple sauce, pears, zucchini pickles). I also got some good riding time in on the bike! I hired a personal yoga instructor and can now do pushups from my toes, and continue to this day with my morning yoga practice. Fall: After the last "guy friend" and the anxiety attack, I booked TEN days at a solar powered hermitage in the woods. I can't tell you how much that changed my life. Alas, this is where I was when PIP was going on! I read many books, and meditated, and walked in the woods, and watched the wildlife. Reconfirmed my commitment to where I want my life to go - organic and green, and independent. Started interviewing for a new position at the University. I realized that just because I've always been a secretary - doesn't mean I have to do it forever! Winter: Had a horrible incident with a co-worker at the MBA Program - she received "discipline" and everyone at the college said she should have been fired, but it gave me the gumption to take a chance on a new career even though it meant a 25% paycut. I had learned SO much about myself over the year, I knew that this would be a good move. Interviewed for a Campus Police Dispatcher position on December 2nd, and was offered the job the same day - they had even interviewed people with dispatch experience! Spent the holidays with the family. Very nice and relaxed. Started my new job on December 28th, and I said GOODBYE to the MBA PROGRAM! And here I am now - I just completed my third week of "pre-step" training, and was told I was going a phenomenal job! I LOVE the work! It seems important and socially relevant, and it's exciting too. So I apologize for neglecting the VR website, but like I said - if you are on Facebook - send me a friend request (Courtney Bork). I'm much better at keeping in touch there. Love to all! Courtney (blusees)
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The other day when we had a high of about 22º, I warmed my car to change the oil and while out on the carport, I started the bike. I turned on the ignition key, flipped the kill switch about 6 times, pulled the choke lever about 3/4 and hit the button. About a second later, it fired to life and ran about two seconds. I hit it again and it again fired to life and ran surprising well. I let it run until the temp gauge got close to the red and shut her down. With what I am going through in my life right now, the good Lord knew how much I needed to hear that sweet sound. RandyA
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Hello everyone..a quck question: Just bought this off Ebay, seller says its off an '84 royale (which I have) but cannot for the life of me figure out how it goes on (if it even does go on)..any help or advice? Thanks.. M_Ross[ATTACH]37775[/ATTACH] My rearend: [ATTACH]37778[/ATTACH]
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I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book And every year at Christmas time I go and take a look And that is when I realise that those names are a part - Not of the book they are written in, but of my very heart. For each name stands for someone who has touched my life sometime, And left such a print of friendship that they are good friends of mine. And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim I really feel I am composed of each remembered name. And while you may not be aware of any special link, Just knowing you has shaped my life more than you can think. For once you’ve met somebody, the years cannot erase The memory of a pleasant word or of a friendly face. So never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine Of names upon a Christmas list-forgotten in between. For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you, It’s because you are on a list of folks I am indebted to. For one is but a total of the many folks they’ve met And you happen to be one of those I prefer NOT to forget. And whether I have known you for many years or few, In some way you have had a part in shaping things I do. And every year when Christmas comes, I realise anew - The biggest gift life can give is knowing folks like you!! And may the spirit of Christmas that eternally endures, Leave its richest blessing in the hearts of you and yours. Merry Christmas Everyone Annie and Alan Collins
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I found this site today on a light external vest that runs on rechargable AA's. It has a life for the lighting strips of 25,000 hours; don't know the price or what I am supposed to do with it after the 25,000 hours of riding, ... which will take only a year or two! LOL. Enjoy reading, and let me know what you think. IT IS NOT ESTETICLLY desirable, but riding in Denver or any other large city, ... it might save a life. DEER will not give a damn. Need that electric deer whistle that makes them mate while I ride buy! LOL. Jack Tharp Ft. Collins, Co AkA, ... JackZ
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Here it is...less than 24 hours away, and the next chapter of Lonna and my life starts. Things are finally wrapped up with Amanda and Nancy, sold most Ron's tools and got the H/D in road condition so I can take Amanda on the last ride on her fathers bike. It's been one hell of a time and I'm still going 100 mph, but tomorrow at about 9am....it will all start to sink in. I will remember the last few weeks that I crammed as much time in with my family and friends. I will cherish those times as I dont know when we'll get back to see them. I am also excited, excited to be able to leave here and start a better life elsewhere. A place where there is family for Lonna and friends for us both, life is an adventure....and I will live it without compromise. I want to thank all the members for all the well wishes we have recieved, you folks mean a lot to us, more than I can spell out on an internet forum. So if you see an Burgundy '04 Buick Rainier pulling a red and black trailer and a Dark Blue '92 Chevy Wagon pulling an '89 VR Honk and wave...were friendly, we'll wave back Texas....here we come
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I was in Auburn Ind. Sat. and went to the car museum.Iwill post a few pics. of the cars.The little silver car was at the motel where we were staying.The guy said it took 2 1/2 years to build,started life as a 1953 nash metropolitan,he did a great job.Hope you enjoy the pics.Jerry M.
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Just bought a new never ridden 2008 Venture... 6 gal tank as should be... The reserve light and trip gage comes on at about 172 miles then I ride about another 59 miles.. Had It checked and they said it was the tub in the tank ..Is there any way it can be adjusted or am I there for the life of the bike??? Ron:Cool_cool36:
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What is the expected life of front brake pads? I bought my 05 almost two years ago with 5,000 miles. It now has 23,000 on it. I bought a set of pads to put on before heading out to the rally the pads on there seemed almost new. The inner pads seemed to be a little more worn, but none were even halfway yet. Is that normal wear? Jim
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On August 7, 2009 At 12hr 34 minutes and 56 seconds on the 7th of August this year, the time and date will be 12:34:56 07/08/09 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 This will never happen in your life again??!!!! FORWARD THIS MAIL PLEASE Amaze your friends..... Be the first 2 tell them.
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OK, Lone Eagle will probably get a little miffed at me for doing this, but hey that's life. For those of you that don't know, Vic is going under the knife to take care of a bulging disc and 2 or 3 vertibrae in his neck tomorrow around noon. Being the unassuming guy that he is I don't think he's mentioned it once on the board. Vic's a giver in life... far to few of them... and will be your best friend. All ya gotta do is ask. Anyway you might toss up a prayer or two. One for the surgeon, and one for Vic and Barb. He's admitted to getting a little nervous about the whole thing. I'm sure your wishes will help.
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Got a little "irked" with the hubby at the begining of last week. Hadn't talked to him (which is darn near impossible for me)for 5 days cuz I was mad as a wet hen at him....so I'm leaving work Friday wondering how I'm going to make it through the weekend without spoutin off, when I get a call. "What are ya doin?" "Going home" "Can you have your bag packed in 10 min?" "Yes" "Alrighty then" he says..... We take off, 3 hours later end up at the Kickapoo area Friday, Sat and Sunday. Had the best time, beautiful riding, great back roads, great food, got to know some really fun people, ice cold beer and a fun place to stay. Had the time of our life!! Guess I'll stick with him another 30 years!
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