I recently bought a motorcycle. I got a smoking good deal, one that I will probably never get to repeat in my life. I got a 1999 Honda shadow for $300. Top it off, the guy gave me over $300 in parts with the price tags still on them.
On the day of purchase it didn’t run. In fact it hadn’t been started for almost a year, probably more then two. I started to clean the mold and mildew off of it, and polish the chrome. I then changed the plugs, battery, changed the gas, tires, and got it running pretty good.
I drove it a few times, and it was running pretty good. So I thought. It started to get worst, and was running with low power. It always felt like I was in the wrong gear. You know, should be in second but you’re in third or fourth.
I decided that the fuel pump was bad. But then decided to check the carburetor first, sense the fuel pump was easier to get to, but much more expensive. So, not having a clue how to do it, I tore into the motorcycle to get the carburetor off.
Got it off and boy was it dirty. Got the float champers apart, (didn’t know that is what it was called tell later) and it was full of brown flakes of stuff. I cleaned it out, the jets etc, and put it back together.
I didn’t even have any extra parts when I was done….lol
I started it up, and it purred like a kitten… or cat, cannot remember what that saying is.
Anyhow, I took it around the block and it was a different bike. Twice the power as when I thought it was running good the first time, and it ran greaaatt!!! You know, Tony the tiger great.
So, I have been riding it to every day and love it.
The funny part is, when it was sitting there idling, my truck headlights shining on it, since it was after dark when all was finished. I sat down on the foot stool and took a deep sigh of pure satisfaction in myself for a job well done. Just about the second I was done with this open mouth inhalation part of my hard earned sigh, a blankety blank mouth flew into my mouth.
The stupid thing got all the way to the back of my mouth……
Needless to say, my sigh of satisfaction turned into a gagging and spiting situation that would have been much funny to see then experience.
So, my deep satisfying gag of a job well done.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Today I gave pardon to a killer
Today I gave pardon to a killer.
I am not a killer, nor do I like to cause suffering.
Last night I walked into the bathroom. I am standing there, draining the lizard if you get my drift, and I look down at my feet. First thing I notice is I can still see them. When you are as big as me, some time you need to check.
Anyhow, I looked down, and at my feet was a large spider. Large, well tip of leg to tip of leg is almost 2.5 inches. I am naturally impressed, so I called Steph to show her. Then I called Cody and showed him. Steph asked what kind it was, and I wasn’t sure. I had her catch it in a jar, and looked it up.
A hobo spider. I always thought they were small, but apparently they can be large, as in the case of this one.
The other side of the story is that Steph has a rather painful bite on her side, one that has all of the characteristics of a Hobo spider bite. So she has issued a death sentence, one coming directly from the top position in the household government.
I have kept it in a jar, and showed the rest of the kids. When I returned from some errands this evening they were banging the jar on the ground, and shaking it like a rattle. I immediately yelled at them for being mean to animals, something I really do not like.
I took the jar outside, and let the beast go in the neighbor’s yard. Meanwhile I was telling the kids how it is just doing what it is suppose to do, and we shouldn’t hate it for that. I do not want to kill the Bear because it is close to my house. I feel, If there is a God, that he meant for us to respect animals, and spiders. Respect them, be aware of them, but why kill them.
This made my queen mad (not yelling mad, just upset). That was not my intention, but it is what it is. She was bitten, and in pain. I also let it go about 15 feet from the tent my kids have been spending there night sleeping, so maybe not to smart.
Anyhow, I think I did right, teaching my kids not to hate animals, or treat them bad. I feel bad now that I did let a relatively poisonous spider loose, but hey, win some and lose some.
I am not a killer, nor do I like to cause suffering.
Last night I walked into the bathroom. I am standing there, draining the lizard if you get my drift, and I look down at my feet. First thing I notice is I can still see them. When you are as big as me, some time you need to check.
Anyhow, I looked down, and at my feet was a large spider. Large, well tip of leg to tip of leg is almost 2.5 inches. I am naturally impressed, so I called Steph to show her. Then I called Cody and showed him. Steph asked what kind it was, and I wasn’t sure. I had her catch it in a jar, and looked it up.
A hobo spider. I always thought they were small, but apparently they can be large, as in the case of this one.
The other side of the story is that Steph has a rather painful bite on her side, one that has all of the characteristics of a Hobo spider bite. So she has issued a death sentence, one coming directly from the top position in the household government.
I have kept it in a jar, and showed the rest of the kids. When I returned from some errands this evening they were banging the jar on the ground, and shaking it like a rattle. I immediately yelled at them for being mean to animals, something I really do not like.
I took the jar outside, and let the beast go in the neighbor’s yard. Meanwhile I was telling the kids how it is just doing what it is suppose to do, and we shouldn’t hate it for that. I do not want to kill the Bear because it is close to my house. I feel, If there is a God, that he meant for us to respect animals, and spiders. Respect them, be aware of them, but why kill them.
This made my queen mad (not yelling mad, just upset). That was not my intention, but it is what it is. She was bitten, and in pain. I also let it go about 15 feet from the tent my kids have been spending there night sleeping, so maybe not to smart.
Anyhow, I think I did right, teaching my kids not to hate animals, or treat them bad. I feel bad now that I did let a relatively poisonous spider loose, but hey, win some and lose some.
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