Shirley, another pitcher over here.
Thank ye.
Y'all know what happened. I got shocked into next week. Lightning came
out of the plug wire boot, through my left glove, up, over, and out my
right glove and into my throttle grip. I was being sent a message. My
bike was pointing out to me the kill switch handily placed right next
to my right thumb, is tailor-made for such eventualities. A device to
which I then turned in my noble pursuit of fuel economy and highway
speeds.
Click. Snick. Click - Ka Pow! <sfsf> That cleaned out the pipes,
wonder what that would have looked like at night.
Cheers,
--
dbh
BS87 AH114 - the nicely defibrillated Asshole
> So I look down and spy the problem - rear cylinder plug wire flapping
> in the breeze.
> I reach down ...
>
> Shirley, another pitcher over here.
> Thank ye.
>
> Y'all know what happened. I got shocked into next week. Lightning came
> out of the plug wire boot, through my left glove, up, over, and out my
> right glove and into my throttle grip.
> Click. Snick. Click - Ka Pow! Â <sfsf> That cleaned out the pipes,
> wonder what that would have looked like at night.
>
> Cheers,
> --
> dbh
>
I thought that looked like a new doo yer sportin there bud
thanks for the cold one
kickstart
When I was about 14, the mower wouldn't start, and my old man told me
to grab ahold of the plug while he pulled the rope to see if it was
getting any spark. Of course it shocked the shit out of me, and dad
thought that was funny as hell. I on the other hand saw very little
humor in the situation.
But here I am, 40 years later, laughing like hell at your story. Glad
you're ok, and I'm glad I got a twisted sense of humor from him. He's
been gone for a few years now, but your story brought back long
forgotton memories.
George, a round for the house please.
Clink, a toast to my old man. He was always partial to Indians, but I
do remember him getting a Vespa scooter back in the early 60's so he
could ride the few mile to work and let mom have the car.
>Been a while since I wandered by, let me get this next round.
Hey stranger, I'll lighten yer wallet by th' price of a pair of ice
cold Coors, please. Thanky!
Ah, fond memories... not! My Ol' man pulled that one on me at th'
ripe old age of about 8. Handed me th' plug wire off th' lawnmower
and pulled th' cord. Mutherfucker thought I lit up pretty good and
tried for a repeat. Obviously yer Dad was nicer'n mine.
Thanks for th' laugh, bud. Gonna see ya this summer?
Snarl
>
> Ah, fond memories... not! My Ol' man pulled that one on me at th'
> ripe old age of about 8. Handed me th' plug wire off th' lawnmower
> and pulled th' cord. Mutherfucker thought I lit up pretty good and
> tried for a repeat. Obviously yer Dad was nicer'n mine.
Sounds like my dad and the first time I ever saw an electric fence......
Ride safe!
Greasy Rider
Thanks for the High Life.
Glad yer ok. I did the same thing one day...minus the shock. without
thinking, I reached down and gave the boot a twist and shove on the
plug. Thought to myself afterwards, you dumb fuck you got off lucky.
We used to ask dweebs in high school to check that wire on the fender.
Oh, guess it's working ok! <g>
danl
Hey Darcy,
Nice to hear from ya, even though it was a shocking tale!
Last time this happened to me the plug was completely out, so I
stopped, turned off the ignition and attempted to screw it back in.
What the Hell, there weren't any threads left-completely stripped.
Had to heli-coil it. Had just returned from a 6000 mile trip-first
ride after I returned.
>
> Cheers,
> --
> dbh
> BS87 AH114 - the nicely defibrillated Asshole
PB
#132
You're just havin' too much fun.
Omar
Oh yeah. The fun fizzled fast this afternoon.
This tale has taken a new and disturbing twist. After work I
checked the plug wire, hopped on and fired her up, only to have it die
immediately.
Then refuse to start. No spark, at all. Either plug. So there I was
nothing to do but put on a dumbfounded look. Wiggled a few wires.
All the lectrics are squirreled away in the sensors and modules.
I checked my fuses and breakers and connectors and plug wires and
the center of the earth post. Found the diagnostic plug and read out
the codes. There was only one: 41, crank position sensor.
I checked all my pockets and found I did not have one on me.
I unplugged and replugged the module cables, rocked my kill switch a
few times,
etc
etc
Finally called for a tow. Just got home about an hr ago.
My ride has let me down. It rode home in shame, perched on the flat
bed
like a thief on his way to the stockade.
I'll get it running again eventually - how hard can it possibly be?
If it looks like it's going to take some money, my riding will be
curtailed until
said cash accumulates. Until then - it looks like the cage for me.
Harrumph.
Another round while I commiserate with my friends here.
Hey Snarl - might not have to put with my sorry ass for a little while
more. I had planned
a ride earlier this month but things kinda got put on hold. My future
looks cloudy.
PB, you AH you, nice to hear you and momma been out doing some riding.
That's
what I need, too.
And all you others round the table here - thanks for the comments.
And watch your wires.
--
dbh - the dead horse out back is mine.
AH114, BS87
--
PoorUB
'05 Ultra Classic
The asshole auto shop teacher at my high shool used that machine to punish
us. If you drifted in after second bell he'd yell, "Kangaroo court is in
session" while banging a lawn mower crankshaft on his podium, the class was
the jury and the defendant (often me) was always found guilty. *Zot*. He'd
arrange shit like cut the class into two teams and have us tear apart and
reassemble something, a rear brake or something. Losing team got lined up
holding hands and plugged into the machine. I knew enough to know, don't be
the guy at the end of the line. His teaching career ended a few years after
I graduated when he plugged a kid with a heart condition into the machine.
The kid lived, the teachers career was the only fatality.
--
Don
Concede to idiot cagers. Right of Way is irrelevant during the collision.
No bozo to reply
>This tale has taken a new and disturbing twist. After work I
>checked the plug wire, hopped on and fired her up, only to have it die
>immediately.
I'm sorry to hear all that Darcy. Here's hoping that it's not a bleak
as you think it might be, that it's something easy and cheap. Don't
hesitate to ask around for parts, if you need something. A lot of us
have crap just lyin' around.
--
Curly AH#117 BS#107
04 FLHTPI Cop Bike
"The party never ends"
> So I look down and spy the problem - rear cylinder plug wire flapping
> in the breeze.
> Hey that's easy to fix, let's just take care of that toot sweet.
> So.
> I reach down ...
>
> Shirley, another pitcher over here.
> Thank ye.
>
> Y'all know what happened. I got shocked into next week.
Oh? _Now_ you tell me?
I got the front pushrods of the evo in the wrong tubes after a repair
job I did a week ago. Stupid, yeah. Especially since I measured twice
and cut once. I had everything all laid out the way it goes in, or so
I thought. Even looked it up on nightrider a couple of times to be
sure. Don't know how in the fuck, I managed to still fuck that up, but
I digress.
The bike was only firing on one cylinder, but I didn't know which, so
I reached down and pulled a plug wire. Coil was working. Funny thing
though, the shock seemed pretty tame to me. Nothing like the electric
fence, or the light fixture over the kitchen sink. <sfsf>
-Spanky
Did you know that a bent exhaust pushrod can be hammered back into
shape and shoved into the tube? Works like a champ. Gotta love a
Harley.
Mine was similar, but probably different from your experience. ;-)
Dad held my hand, then grabbed the fence. I got shocked. I never forgot
it and still am wary of electric fences!
--
Donna A.
Wench #17/Bitch #17/BS #26/AH#107/SLOB #9
'95 FLHTCUI Fuel Injected 30th Anniversary Electraglide "Fueley"
'66 H-D Bobcat "Baby Blue"--Harley Hummer Club Member #1066
http://spoiled-brat.com
Is the pitcher full of margaritas? Thanks!
> Y'all know what happened. I got shocked into next week. Lightning came
> out of the plug wire boot, through my left glove, up, over, and out my
> right glove and into my throttle grip. I was being sent a message. My
> bike was pointing out to me the kill switch handily placed right next
> to my right thumb, is tailor-made for such eventualities. A device to
> which I then turned in my noble pursuit of fuel economy and highway
> speeds.
> Click. Snick. Click - Ka Pow! <sfsf> That cleaned out the pipes,
> wonder what that would have looked like at night.
Wholly cowz! That's a bit too exciting for me...
Bullshit. They didn't have gas powered mowers when you were 8.
<d&r>
Some
> Dad held my hand, then grabbed the fence. I got shocked. I never forgot
> it and still am wary of electric fences!
>
Dad didn't hold my hand......pointed and laughed his ass off though......
> Found the diagnostic plug and read out
> the codes. There was only one: 41, crank position sensor.
Newer Sporty?
--
Ryder Rick
<very common>
> The bike was only firing on one cylinder, but I didn't know which, so
> I reached down and pulled a plug wire. Coil was working. Funny thing
> though, the shock seemed pretty tame to me. Nothing like the electric
> fence, or the light fixture over the kitchen sink.
Your ignition system is weak or you've had one too many refreshing
adult beverages! <g>
--
Ryder Rick
<still working on mastering the Lock to Lock Figure 8>
>> Click. Snick. Click - Ka Pow! <sfsf> That cleaned out the pipes,
>> wonder what that would have looked like at night.
>
> Wholly cowz! That's a bit too exciting for me...
Like every FXR ever built I ran over my own horn many years ago so,
When in a tunnel I fiddle with the run switch and make nice echos. <G>
> Sounds like my dad and the first time I ever saw an electric fence......
My intro to electric fences was when I was a chainman on a survey crew.
The surveyor said take a blade of grass and hold it onto the wire
for a while. It's not constantly electrified; the high voltage comes
in pulses a second or so apart. The grass blade acts as a resistor.
With about 6" of dry grass all I felt was a slight tingle.
SQ
> Did you know that a bent exhaust pushrod can be hammered back into
> shape and shoved into the tube? Works like a champ. Gotta love a
> Harley.
Now you tell me.
--
Rand McNally BS#263
Yer not lost if you get back before the search party finds you...
> With about 6" of dry grass all I felt was a slight tingle.
I still remember....felt like I'd been hit with a sledge hammer.......
> Dad didn't hold my hand......pointed and laughed his ass off though......
Kind of how we did at your haircut? <sfsf>
Fins
Aren't you people suppose to be at WORK, or something????
I've gotta run over to Cycle Gear and get my new tires mounted on my wheels.......
FWIW Steve, I never laffed at your haircut. Frankly I was appalled and
sickened.
-al
I am at work. In my jammies.
Fins
Hugh Hefner..
I thought that was Donna's reaction also.......
The sections on my temples (just above my sideburns) where the gal gouged me
with the clippers and then tried to tell me my hair was thin there 'cause I wore
a pony tail a couple times a year.....is starting to grow back/fill in......
I STILL can't believe I paid for this frikkin haircut.......
Been using some gel to spike the stuff on top, looking for JUST the right shade
of purple to dye the spikes.......
Larry Flynt
Get a Flowbee and do it yourself. Or a shop vac... LOL
>Been a while since I wandered by, let me get this next round.
>So there I was, whipping down the highway on my way to work, happy as
>a clam, when all of a sudden -
>hmmm. I'm running on one cylinder.
>Power drops off rather dramatically at this point and I'm thinking to
>myself as I twist the throttle: you're not getting good value from
>that last tank of $1.38/L premium unleaded, you wasteful dummy!
>So I look down and spy the problem - rear cylinder plug wire flapping
>in the breeze.
>Hey that's easy to fix, let's just take care of that toot sweet.
>So.
>I reach down ...
>
>Shirley, another pitcher over here.
>Thank ye.
>
>Y'all know what happened. I got shocked into next week. Lightning came
>out of the plug wire boot, through my left glove, up, over, and out my
>right glove and into my throttle grip. I was being sent a message. My
>bike was pointing out to me the kill switch handily placed right next
>to my right thumb, is tailor-made for such eventualities. A device to
>which I then turned in my noble pursuit of fuel economy and highway
>speeds.
>Click. Snick. Click - Ka Pow! <sfsf> That cleaned out the pipes,
>wonder what that would have looked like at night.
YIKES Darcy! Glad you're ok. Must have looked pretty cool though...
Shirley, a round for Darcy and a voltmeter, please.
Dana
Bitch 16 Wench 22 BS 23 BOTY VI ret.
'05 FLHRSI "Belle"
'03 FLHTCUI
>Steve Irving wrote:
>> sn...@trippin.com wrote:
>>
>>> Ah, fond memories... not! My Ol' man pulled that one on me at th'
>>> ripe old age of about 8. Handed me th' plug wire off th' lawnmower
>>> and pulled th' cord. Mutherfucker thought I lit up pretty good and
>>> tried for a repeat. Obviously yer Dad was nicer'n mine.
>>
>> Sounds like my dad and the first time I ever saw an electric fence......
>
>Mine was similar, but probably different from your experience. ;-)
>
>Dad held my hand, then grabbed the fence. I got shocked. I never forgot
>it and still am wary of electric fences!
Speakin' of fences, did I ever tell ya's th' story about m' oldest
boy, a knot hole, and a rooster?
Snarl
<schnipp>
>Another round while I commiserate with my friends here.
>Hey Snarl - might not have to put with my sorry ass for a little while
>more. I had planned
>a ride earlier this month but things kinda got put on hold. My future
>looks cloudy.
That sucks. Gotta get better, eh? Sounds like you need some warm
Coors and cold pizza around a fire pit near th' Pacific Ocean
somewhere. I'll bring th' chow/grog, you bring some tunes.
I know, teasin' ain't nice, but memories are free and accessable.
Snarl
>On 2008-07-21 20:57:54 -0700, dbh <ah...@shaw.ca> said:
>
>> Found the diagnostic plug and read out
>> the codes. There was only one: 41, crank position sensor.
>
>Newer Sporty?
Older Dyna.
Snarl... I think
I posted a pic across the street a year or so ago with an explanation of how
my FXR horn could have killed me. The thing had fallen out, and landed on
the swingarm, under the belt, with the mounting bar pointed right down into
the front pulley well. It made a hell of a howling noise as it rubbed
against the belt, and then stopped. I didn't _know_ that was what it was
until I pulled back into the driveway at the end of the 40 mile round trip
commute. Scared the bejeezuz out of me when I was sitting there
contemplating it, over the first beer, by the third beer, I had it removed,
and tossed it in the trash can. Still got no horn, but I have pretty loud
pipes. <sfsf>
>
> When in a tunnel I fiddle with the run switch and make nice echos. <G>
When I first got the FXR, I managed to go all dislexic (sp?) and toggle the
kill thinking it was the headlight dimmer. Sha-bang. Never did that again.
Well, the latter might have had something to do with the incorrect pushrod
order. I don't remember.
Same crank sensor? Carb'd model? With MAP sensor?
> I don't remember.
Another clue <sfsf>
I dunno why the hell I even have a horn on the Heritage....I NEVER hit
the right damn button when I go for it. All I ever manage to do is
expose people to the full wrath of my left turn signal. *sigh*
--
Tattooed Goddess
'05 FLSTC "Miss Scarlett"
Bitch #29/SLOB #10/BS #278
www.geocities.com/tatt00edgoddess/
Ummm... No...
>Get a Flowbee and do it yourself. Or a shop vac... LOL
I just use a Whal clipper and buzz the whole head every couple of
weeks with a #4 comb. Haven't paid for a haircut in ten or twelve
years.
--
Curly AH#117 BS#107
04 FLHTPI Cop Bike
"The party never ends"
Fuckin' hippies.
The_#0_ASSHOLE#104 Len
It's my middle name!
Lemme see yer high beams baby!!!!!!
<snerk>
I bought one of those setups for the dogs....after fucking up a couple of their
haircuts badly, I even take THEM in for a professional to do the work.
Yeah, and you see where the "professional" got you this time with your
haircut. ::shudder::
Hey Dana!
Thanks and I got yer freekin voltmeter right hea!
<sfsf>
--
dbh
AH114, BS87 - currently rideless and hating it
You are a tease! But you also nailed it. I could indeed use something
like that.
I seem to recall another day spent sittin on somebody's roof/balcony,
eatin
a giant bag of some kinda exclusive potato chips while the sun goes
from one
horizon to the other. I've been Jonesin' for more of those ever since.
Too many good memories to count of the PNW thanks to you and other
assorted netscum.
The bike knows the way but has acquired a rather expensive taste in
fuel of late.
When it runs, that is.
--
dbh - who sometimes really does need a KITA
AH114, BS87
Supercuts.....professional????????
Kind of like finding a "professional" mechanic at Speedy Lube........
(I'd get a <sfsf> outa the bottom of my pool 'cept the water is all clouded up
and I can't see the bottom)
Yep. Still seems new to me. '99 FXDS bought in Oct. '98
Original crank position, MAP, cam position, bank angle sensors + SE
6200 rpm module
Plus loads of mods. Most recently S&S 510G cams this spring.
I'll be checking the sensors and their wiring and connectors next.
Probably rubbed through
somewhere. There's 176,000 km on the "old" girl, some fairly rough.
--
dbh - whippin out the "voltmeter" this weekend
AH114, BS87
Heh. The printing has rubbed off most of my switches so I get stumped
sometimes
too as to what does what. I now have to refer to the manual.
I know my horn still works though. Tested it yesterday. With the
engine not
running I heard it fairly clearly. Good to know.
I may need it again someday....(fade slowly to flashback)
It was a cold day riding through Montana and my heated gear controller
had
quit on me, yet again. And once again, I looked everywhere for a spare
and found a
whole big bunch of nothing. hmmm
Well my horn had a relay so could in theory supply me some warming
current.
So after a little roadside rewiring, I was good to go with a new
control at my disposal.
For the rest of the day, when I needed a little warmth, I just had to
lay on the horn
for a few miles until I was heated through.
--
dbh - who hates being cold but often is
AH114, BS87
It's been over 5 years for me. I skip the clipper part though.
Les
I didn't know you went there--I thought you went to some froo-froo place
like Mister Peter's Hair Salon or something.
> Kind of like finding a "professional" mechanic at Speedy Lube........
There *aren't* professional mechanics there??? I had no idea... ;-)
> (I'd get a <sfsf> outa the bottom of my pool 'cept the water is all clouded up
> and I can't see the bottom)
Haven't you got that damn thing fixed yet? Go out and buy a couple
hundred $$ more in chemicals, whydon'tcha. Oh, and here are a few for ya
to use in the meantime: <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf>
<sfsf> <sfsf>
>On Jul 22, 2:09Â pm, sn...@trippin.com wrote:
>> On Mon, 21 Jul 2008 20:57:54 -0700 (PDT), dbh <ah...@shaw.ca> wrote:
>>
>> <schnipp>
>>
>> >Another round while I commiserate with my friends here.
>> >Hey Snarl - might not have to put with my sorry ass for a little while
>> >more. I had planned
>> >a ride earlier this month but things kinda got put on hold. My future
>> >looks cloudy.
>>
>> That sucks. Â Gotta get better, eh? Â Sounds like you need some warm
>> Coors and cold pizza around a fire pit near th' Pacific Ocean
>> somewhere. Â I'll bring th' chow/grog, you bring some tunes.
>>
>> I know, teasin' ain't nice, but memories are free and accessable.
>>
>> Snarl
>
>You are a tease! But you also nailed it. I could indeed use something
>like that.
>I seem to recall another day spent sittin on somebody's roof/balcony,
>eatin
>a giant bag of some kinda exclusive potato chips while the sun goes
>from one
>horizon to the other. I've been Jonesin' for more of those ever since.
This place is *perfect* for that. More than a few netscum have done
th' very same with similar results. Gotta recharge th' Ol' batteries
every once in awhile. Seems to me yer past due.
>Too many good memories to count of the PNW thanks to you and other
>assorted netscum.
Plenty more where those came from.
>The bike knows the way but has acquired a rather expensive taste in
>fuel of late.
>When it runs, that is.
You'll figure it out, ya always do.
Ok, enough about you, let's talk about me now...
Snarl... or not <g>
>On 2008-07-22 16:59:18 -0700, sn...@trippin.com said:
>
>> On Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:02:42 GMT, Ryder Rick <rick...@gmail.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>>> On 2008-07-21 20:57:54 -0700, dbh <ah...@shaw.ca> said:
>>>
>>>> Found the diagnostic plug and read out
>>>> the codes. There was only one: 41, crank position sensor.
>>>
>>> Newer Sporty?
>>
>> Older Dyna.
>>
>> Snarl... I think
>
>Same crank sensor?
Dunno.
>Carb'd model?
Yup, Mikuni I think.
>With MAP sensor?
I think so.
Darcy lives up in Canada, eh. I've ridden with him all over th'
fuckin' place and he's runnin' one of my *original* Heavy Breathers
(Fuck you H-D), but I honestly don't remember all th' specs. He's
done some nice mods, that bike runs pretty damned good.
Snarl
>sn...@trippin.com wrote:
>> On Tue, 22 Jul 2008 09:03:13 -0500, "Donna A."
>> <flhtc...@SPAM.hotmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>> Steve Irving wrote:
>>>> sn...@trippin.com wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> Ah, fond memories... not! My Ol' man pulled that one on me at th'
>>>>> ripe old age of about 8. Handed me th' plug wire off th' lawnmower
>>>>> and pulled th' cord. Mutherfucker thought I lit up pretty good and
>>>>> tried for a repeat. Obviously yer Dad was nicer'n mine.
>>>> Sounds like my dad and the first time I ever saw an electric fence......
>>> Mine was similar, but probably different from your experience. ;-)
>>>
>>> Dad held my hand, then grabbed the fence. I got shocked. I never forgot
>>> it and still am wary of electric fences!
>>
>> Speakin' of fences, did I ever tell ya's th' story about m' oldest
>> boy, a knot hole, and a rooster?
>
>Ummm... No...
There I was, sittin' at th' kitchen table, mindin' m' own damned
bidness when I hear this blood curdling scream from th' back yard.
So's I goes back there and what do I see? Th' oldest boy, about 5-6
yrs old, with his pants around his ankles, face side up against th'
fence, screamin' bloody murder. It was an old Cedar fence, no
'lectricity was involved.
Heh, heh, heh, th' little shit had stuck his dick through a knot hole
to pee on th' rooster. Well, th' rooster saw a worm and decided it
was time fer a snack. It was a pretty determined rooster. As soon as
I stopped laughin' th' rooster let go and th' kid, newly released,
tried to run away. Remember his pants were down around his ankles?
After I stopped laughin' he pulled up trou and found Mom, who wasn't
laughing. I swear that rooster gave me a wink. Pretty sure th' kid
never tried to pee onna rooster again.
Snarl
> There I was, sittin' at th' kitchen table, mindin' m' own damned
> bidness when I hear this blood curdling scream from th' back yard.
> So's I goes back there and what do I see? Th' oldest boy, about 5-6
> yrs old, with his pants around his ankles, face side up against th'
> fence, screamin' bloody murder. It was an old Cedar fence, no
> 'lectricity was involved.
> Heh, heh, heh, th' little shit had stuck his dick through a knot hole
> to pee on th' rooster. Well, th' rooster saw a worm and decided it
> was time fer a snack. It was a pretty determined rooster. As soon as
> I stopped laughin' th' rooster let go and th' kid, newly released,
> tried to run away. Remember his pants were down around his ankles?
> After I stopped laughin' he pulled up trou and found Mom, who wasn't
> laughing. I swear that rooster gave me a wink. Pretty sure th' kid
> never tried to pee onna rooster again.
He waited until you stopped laughing to pull his pants up? That probably
took a week.
Funny story, have a coupla Coors on me.
--
George BS235
Owner, rmh VB&G
>>>
>>
>> Supercuts.....professional????????
>
> I didn't know you went there--I thought you went to some froo-froo place
> like Mister Peter's Hair Salon or something.
I would have but Snottsdale is too far to drive, besides...the Harley dealer
over there is watching for me.....
>
>> Kind of like finding a "professional" mechanic at Speedy Lube........
>
> There *aren't* professional mechanics there??? I had no idea... ;-)
>
>> (I'd get a <sfsf> outa the bottom of my pool 'cept the water is all
>> clouded up
>> and I can't see the bottom)
>
> Haven't you got that damn thing fixed yet? Go out and buy a couple
> hundred $$ more in chemicals, whydon'tcha. Oh, and here are a few for ya
> to use in the meantime: <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf>
> <sfsf> <sfsf>
>
Got a complete (free) computer analysis of my water......all the chemicals are
fine, no organics in the water.....frikkin minerals are off the charts. It's
been rather warm so far this summer and when the water evaporates it leaves all
the minerals.
Pool company told me to drain my pool last year and I didn't.......too hot to do
it now, frikkin pool walls will heat up and crack. Just have to put up with it
until Sept/Oct sometime when it cools down.
It's OK to swim in, water's just cloudy and looks nasty is all......and the
water temp being about 90 degrees doesn't help much...<sfsf>
>
> Pool company told me to drain my pool last year and I didn't.......too hot to do
> it now, frikkin pool walls will heat up and crack. Just have to put up with it
> until Sept/Oct sometime when it cools down.
>
> It's OK to swim in, water's just cloudy and looks nasty is all......and the
> water temp being about 90 degrees doesn't help much...<sfsf>
Throw a gallon or two of chlorine in the sob once a week. Or drain,
fill it in with dirt and plant some cacti on it...
Kids are like that. Girls were worse, but th' boys did it to some
extent too. They'd skin a knee (or whatever) 1/2 mile away, hobble
home with a bit of a continual wimper goin, and as *soon* as they saw
Mom th' fuckin' bawlin' would commence. When ya laugh at 'em it fucks
that all up. They hate it actually <g>.
>Funny story, have a coupla Coors on me.
Thanks, I'll buy m' own, keep th' change. You need it.
Snarl
> Ok, enough about you, let's talk about me now...
It's always all about you, isn't it? *snerk*
I'm sorry, but I gotta call bullshit already.
> when I hear this blood curdling scream from th' back yard.
> So's I goes back there and what do I see? Th' oldest boy, about 5-6
> yrs old, with his pants around his ankles, face side up against th'
> fence, screamin' bloody murder. It was an old Cedar fence, no
> 'lectricity was involved.
>
> Heh, heh, heh, th' little shit had stuck his dick through a knot hole
> to pee on th' rooster. Well, th' rooster saw a worm and decided it
> was time fer a snack. It was a pretty determined rooster. As soon as
> I stopped laughin' th' rooster let go and th' kid, newly released,
> tried to run away. Remember his pants were down around his ankles?
Bwaaa haaa haaaa! I love it! I'd have taken the opportunity to run and
get my camera for a few pics.
> After I stopped laughin' he pulled up trou and found Mom, who wasn't
> laughing. I swear that rooster gave me a wink. Pretty sure th' kid
> never tried to pee onna rooster again.
LOL Was he scarred for life? Did you tell this story when he brought a
girlfriend home to meet you for the first time?
> Kids are like that. Girls were worse, but th' boys did it to some
> extent too. They'd skin a knee (or whatever) 1/2 mile away, hobble
> home with a bit of a continual wimper goin, and as *soon* as they saw
> Mom th' fuckin' bawlin' would commence. When ya laugh at 'em it fucks
> that all up. They hate it actually <g>.
Hey, now, wait a minnit. Sometimes you're just holding it together by a
thread and when you get to someone you love, you can let go. Ask CrowDog
about his birthday one year when I and my bike had a slight altercation
with the rear fender of an old lady's Buick. I held it together until I
got home and I sobbed to him, "I fucked up your birthday... Waaaaaaaaah"
8-)
I did go the emergency room later when I couldn't stand up straight any
longer. They were just a big worried about the impact to my sternum.
Are you and he still having that torrid love affair?
>>> Kind of like finding a "professional" mechanic at Speedy Lube........
>> There *aren't* professional mechanics there??? I had no idea... ;-)
>>
>>> (I'd get a <sfsf> outa the bottom of my pool 'cept the water is all
>>> clouded up
>>> and I can't see the bottom)
>> Haven't you got that damn thing fixed yet? Go out and buy a couple
>> hundred $$ more in chemicals, whydon'tcha. Oh, and here are a few for ya
>> to use in the meantime: <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf> <sfsf>
>> <sfsf> <sfsf>
>>
>
> Got a complete (free) computer analysis of my water......all the chemicals are
> fine, no organics in the water.....frikkin minerals are off the charts. It's
> been rather warm so far this summer and when the water evaporates it leaves all
> the minerals.
Ahhhh...
> Pool company told me to drain my pool last year and I didn't.......too hot to do
> it now, frikkin pool walls will heat up and crack. Just have to put up with it
> until Sept/Oct sometime when it cools down.
Drain it and fill it with bottled water. There, problem solved! <sfsf>
> It's OK to swim in, water's just cloudy and looks nasty is all......and the
> water temp being about 90 degrees doesn't help much...<sfsf>
I see you're putting to use some of the <sfsf>s I gave you!
Perfect place for a nice canopy!
Chlorine doesn't get rid of calcium and other minerals left behind by
evaporation.........my chlorine levels are good, Ph fine......
I HATE frikkin cacti........
Yeah....he replied to my complaint to the Better Business Bureau saying it was
my responsibility to fill out the extended warranty cancellation form and send
it in.....and he sent them a copy of the form I filled out (late).
BBB folks chuckled a bit when I pointed out that the form he's supplied had come
from his files, not mine....and that on the second line of the form in BOLD
letters was the statement "To Be Completed By Dealer"........
Haven't heard back from him.
I wasn't looking for a full refund, I was 3 years into a 5 year warranty on a
bike I was trading in......just wanted my pro-rated refund. Probably a couple
hundred bucks at most.
They dug in their heels and said no way Jose........I told them it was kinda
crappy of them since I'd bought 2 bikes from them in 3 years (for a tad over
$46K) and how big a deal could a couple hundred bucks be to keep a customer??
His entire defense of this has been that "he's been a dealer for 30 years and
doesn't owe me anything"......
On my end I had to remind him that as a 30 year dealer I shouldn't have had to
remind his people to payoff my last trade in (which they then had to refund me
$$ cause I was still paying for it even after I traded it in) a month after I'd
signed it over to them...and I shouldn't have had to drive over to his place 3
weeks after I bought my bike to get them to pull my file, take out the $12K
check I gave them for a down payment, and then have them run it over to the bank
and cash the damn thing.
So MANY things went wrong from an administrative standpoint on the deal, but he
says it's my fault his people didn't pull the extended warranty cancellation
form out of their files, fill it out, and submit it to corporate.
Since this thing started I joined the HOG group at a different dealership (Buddy
Stubbs) and take all my business (what little there is of it) over there. Glad I
did...not only is BrianB one of the chapter officers over there, but ran into a
couple guys/friends I was in the Navy and in Vietnam with back in the day. I
didn't even know they lived here.....much less ride.
I don;t talk shit about Hacienda Harley, but I don't mind telling anyone who
asks what happened. Seems like a lot of people ask <sfsf>.....
>
>> Pool company told me to drain my pool last year and I didn't.......too
>
> Drain it and fill it with bottled water. There, problem solved! <sfsf>
Phhht......
I don't do bottled water any more, the bottles are made of
plastic/petrochemicals and the distribution costs in terms of energy used is
frikkin horrendous.
Besides.....we started talking about it one day and realized how much money we
were spending on bottled water and cringed.
I have become a great believer in water filter stuff......I've got a Brita water
pitcher, it filters the water just as good as Desani or Aquafina
Water pitcher and filter ran $9 or so, filters last 2 months, and I buy a pack
of 5 filters for $15.
>
>> It's OK to swim in, water's just cloudy and looks nasty is
>> all......and the
>> water temp being about 90 degrees doesn't help much...<sfsf>
>
> I see you're putting to use some of the <sfsf>s I gave you!
>
I try.....
The $200 piece of shit was disassembled and stored in the garage as soon as
monsoon season started with it's daily wind/dust storms.
<snip>
>After I stopped laughin' he pulled up trou and found Mom, who wasn't
>laughing. I swear that rooster gave me a wink. Pretty sure th' kid
>never tried to pee onna rooster again.
That is HILARIOUS!
Dana (poor kid though. Really. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!)
Nah, drain it all and fill it with tequilla. Make a great Vat.
Dana (rain rain go away. Gimme and Donna a couple o' Vats O'.)
>Chlorine doesn't get rid of calcium and other minerals left behind by
>evaporation.
I bet tequilla would.
Dana
>sn...@trippin.com wrote:
>> On Wed, 23 Jul 2008 07:47:02 -0500, "Donna A."
>> <flhtc...@SPAM.hotmail.com> wrote:
>>> Ummm... No...
>>
>> There I was, sittin' at th' kitchen table, mindin' m' own damned
>> bidness
>
>I'm sorry, but I gotta call bullshit already.
Nope, true story. You can't make this kinda shit up.
>> when I hear this blood curdling scream from th' back yard.
>> So's I goes back there and what do I see? Th' oldest boy, about 5-6
>> yrs old, with his pants around his ankles, face side up against th'
>> fence, screamin' bloody murder. It was an old Cedar fence, no
>> 'lectricity was involved.
>>
>> Heh, heh, heh, th' little shit had stuck his dick through a knot hole
>> to pee on th' rooster. Well, th' rooster saw a worm and decided it
>> was time fer a snack. It was a pretty determined rooster. As soon as
>> I stopped laughin' th' rooster let go and th' kid, newly released,
>> tried to run away. Remember his pants were down around his ankles?
>
>Bwaaa haaa haaaa! I love it! I'd have taken the opportunity to run and
>get my camera for a few pics.
What kinda camera did you have 30 years ago? I think we had a Kodak
polaroid, but usually couldn't afford film back then. I did take a
bunch of pics of th' kids cryin', snot drippin' down their faces,
poopin' in th' tub... you know, th' usual fambly stuff. Some of those
ended up in their senior pics collection that th' high school does
every year. Yeah, they were *real* happy about that <g>.
>> After I stopped laughin' he pulled up trou and found Mom, who wasn't
>> laughing. I swear that rooster gave me a wink. Pretty sure th' kid
>> never tried to pee onna rooster again.
>
>LOL Was he scarred for life?
Partial circumcision.
>Did you tell this story when he brought a
>girlfriend home to meet you for the first time?
Duh! I use all of th' available ammo I have.
Did I ever tell ya about th' time th' oldest daughter...
Snarl
I'll buy the big bags of salt for around the edges.......
>> Nah, drain it all and fill it with tequilla. Make a great Vat.
>>
>
>I'll buy the big bags of salt for around the edges.......
<sigh> Hold the salt. I'm having a hypertension episode.
No salt, no caffeine, no fun. BLARGH.
Dana (besides, it's a Slugly thing.)
Thanks Snarl. I needed a laugh that good.
Shirley, two Coors for Snarl please.
danl
My BP was starting to go up (even though I've been on meds for years), doc
started looking at my diet. She saw that I was drinking Gatorade like it was
going outa style......full of sodium.
Switched over to Crystal Light. No salt, no sugar.....not only did my BP come
back down....but I dipped below 200 pounds for the first time in a couple decades.
Unfortunately for me (so far anyway) it's not turning out to be that
simple. Still waiting for more tests. Can't go play with the tigers
until doc says so, can't take any migraines meds until the doc say so.
I want my life back, please.
Dana
Sucks, but if you don't figure it out and take care of it, it'll give
you serious grief down the road. Not like you didn't know that already,
right? Just kind of commiserating here and offering long-distance
sympathy and encouragement.
--
Spunky Hussein BeOfGoodCheer Tuna
At least the factory didn't tell your doc to quit telling you there was
something wrong........
That's because the factories don't pay the docs here. :-)
--
Bob Mann
Cap'n, ah need moor pow'r.
> I have become a great believer in water filter stuff......I've got a Brita water
> pitcher, it filters the water just as good as Desani or Aquafina
I don't like bottled water. There's no, uh, flavor to it. It's wet and
that's about it. We have well water and I really like that.
Oooooh! How could I have missed that??? Good going, twin o' mine!
> Dana (rain rain go away. Gimme and Donna a couple o' Vats O'.)
Woo hoo!
>On Wed, 23 Jul 2008 11:54:03 -0700, sn...@trippin.com wrote:
<schnipp>
>>After I stopped laughin' he pulled up trou and found Mom, who wasn't
>>laughing. I swear that rooster gave me a wink. Pretty sure th' kid
>>never tried to pee onna rooster again.
>
>Thanks Snarl. I needed a laugh that good.
Ya know, lookin' back, most of my life has been hillarious. I don't
expect that to change anytime soon either.
>Shirley, two Coors for Snarl please.
Thanky!
Snarl... don't forget to tip th' new owner
Why, doesn't he like standin' straight up?
C-4
>> Snarl... don't forget to tip th' new owner
>
>Why, doesn't he like standin' straight up?
That's impossible.
Snarl
Why? Is he like a Weeble? <BG>
George, turn Shirley upside down, you'll find your tip. <sfsf>
danl, the Sporty rider that couldn't help it.
>sn...@trippin.com wrote:
>
>> Kids are like that. Girls were worse, but th' boys did it to some
>> extent too. They'd skin a knee (or whatever) 1/2 mile away, hobble
>> home with a bit of a continual wimper goin, and as *soon* as they saw
>> Mom th' fuckin' bawlin' would commence. When ya laugh at 'em it fucks
>> that all up. They hate it actually <g>.
>
>Hey, now, wait a minnit. Sometimes you're just holding it together by a
>thread and when you get to someone you love, you can let go. Ask CrowDog
>about his birthday one year when I and my bike had a slight altercation
>with the rear fender of an old lady's Buick. I held it together until I
>got home and I sobbed to him, "I fucked up your birthday... Waaaaaaaaah"
>
>8-)
>
>I did go the emergency room later when I couldn't stand up straight any
>longer. They were just a big worried about the impact to my sternum.
Huh? CrowDog kicked yer ass for fuckin' up his birthday? Betcha
haven't done that again.
Snarl
>sn...@trippin.com wrote:
>
>> Ok, enough about you, let's talk about me now...
>
>It's always all about you, isn't it? *snerk*
Someone's gotta save th' world.
Snarl... I gotta do everything around here
I'll have you know I'm out standing in my field.
(Actually, I'm sitting at my desk at work)
--
George
No. Actually, you're playing around at your desk at work.
And just *how* would that save me from granny trying to sidle over
into my lane? Or that damn dog I came >< this close to hitting Sat
night (with my kid on the back, no less). That was a little
puckery......black dog, dark country road, 50mph or so......I think I
brushed his tail with my crash bar.
--
Tattooed Goddess
'05 FLSTC "Miss Scarlett"
Bitch #29/SLOB #10/BS #278
www.geocities.com/tatt00edgoddess/
Stickers? Nail polish? Paint pen?
>
> It was a cold day riding through Montana and my heated gear
> controller
> had
> quit on me, yet again. And once again, I looked everywhere for a
> spare
> and found a
> whole big bunch of nothing. hmmm
> Well my horn had a relay so could in theory supply me some warming
> current.
> So after a little roadside rewiring, I was good to go with a new
> control at my disposal.
> For the rest of the day, when I needed a little warmth, I just had
> to
> lay on the horn
> for a few miles until I was heated through.
Hehehe This made me giggle....
Grew up with well water in Ohio.......best tasting, coldest water ever.
No telling what kinda stuff was in it since that part of the country is full of
factories and everything else <sfsf>.
>>>
>>> I dunno why the hell I even have a horn on the Heritage....I NEVER
>>> hit the right damn button when I go for it. All I ever manage to
>>> do
>>> is expose people to the full wrath of my left turn signal. *sigh*
>> Lemme see yer high beams baby!!!!!!
>>
>> <snerk>
>
> And just *how* would that save me from granny trying to sidle over
> into my lane? Or that damn dog I came >< this close to hitting Sat
> night (with my kid on the back, no less). That was a little
> puckery......black dog, dark country road, 50mph or so......I think I
> brushed his tail with my crash bar.
Not those highbeams........THOSE highbeams.......