[Bruce CurtisMember]

Do what I do, Find a mate with a tyre changing machine, let him do it cause it’s an OH&S issue it you do.

Too many tyres over too mnay years and I still suck at it, mainly cause I hate it.

Although sometimes you must do it on the trailside, gives a chance for a smoke and a drink break…

[Bruce CurtisMember]

XRTRAILHACK wrote:

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How do you make a case saver out of neoprene breadboard?

Noeprane is a deceptively easy material to work with, can be cut with a fretsaw, but is as tough as a Scotsman with a mace.

You cut a template out of cardboard to suit the boltholes and the size of the sprocket, then get a breadboard of your preferred colour (blue for me) and cut to shape, drill the holes, trail fit, smooth out any irregularities with a heat gun and a good tool. Fit and violia a custom made trick looking case saver that costs peanuts, and it by all accounts works better than alloy or steel as it absorbs much of the shock of a chain derailment without pulling bolts through cases, and has a good memory, which means it will probably sustain SFA damage.

Have a look at the Pics of the Warlock, that’s what it has.

[Bruce CurtisMember]

Re; changing the gearing to “smooth” out the power:

this works well on torquey bikes that suffer from “neither here nor there” internal gear ratios, and CAN enable you to better use the spread of power and ride without constantly destabilising the bike by overrevving, however if you have a gearbox with a very high 1st and 2nd you run the risk of never leaving the lower gears in S/T, and back to square one.
In your case Boony, if you are happy with your current gearing and it is a gearing “of all trades” just let it be and concentrate on riding like te tamworth wind.

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singletrackmind wrote:

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Mr Blue wrote:

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T/B is indeed correct about torque values on front sprocket size.

We did the same with the kids on BMX bikes, long crankarms as practical for little legs, and as small a front sprocket and compensate with the rear to retain the optimal gearing… a very switched on bloke showed me this years ago.

But as also stated small front sprockets wear chains faster.

Back in the day BMX bikes ran 44/16 but today the standard is 25/9. Similar ratio but in keeping with what Mr Blue was trying to achieve back in the day.

STM

STM this was up to last year, “back in the day” indeed…

Actually my daughter reckons she’s going racing again next season, and the philosphy is still the same, small front sprocket to tiny rear, unfortunately this costs about a squillion times more to setup than a standard 44/16.
Missy 13 has a bit of leg power as well, she screwed the left crankarm inside the crank last time she raced, now we need a new set of them as well..

Moto it is all information and I try not to dumb down anything, as that would make me a bad educator, and as i know Greg is still in that line of work it is our brief and training to give all reasons and theory to the students, how they interpret and utilise it is then up to them. However if you have all the aviliable information at your disposal you are less likely to make any changes that unwittingly put you behind the eightball again.

Boony, if you wish to fit a 15 tooth and the case saver impeeds this, make a new one out of a neoprane breadboard.

EDIT- wow a lot of stuff has transpired since I drafted this response around an hour ago, before pushing “submit”.

[Bruce CurtisMember]

LC4skin wrote:

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Tuesday I hate, oh Tuesday
Ain’t no girls on the street
Tuesday it ain’t good for nothing
Drinking beer and watching TV

Windin’ your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold.
It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul
And it’s taking you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it had everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin’
You’re tryin’ now
Another year and then you’ll be happy
Just one more year and then you’ll be happy
But you’re cryin’
You’re cryin’ now

Way down the street there’s a lad in his place
He opens the door he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything

He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he’ll settle down there’s a quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he’ll always keep movin’
You know he’s never gonna stop movin
Cus he’s rollin’
He’s the rollin’ stone

And when you wake up it’s a new mornin’
The sun is shinin’ it’s a new morning
You’re goin’
You’re goin’ home.

[Bruce CurtisMember]

T/B is indeed correct about torque values on front sprocket size.

We did the same with the kids on BMX bikes, long crankarms as practical for little legs, and as small a front sprocket and compensate with the rear to retain the optimal gearing… a very switched on bloke showed me this years ago.

But as also stated small front sprockets wear chains faster.

[Bruce CurtisMember]

LC4skin wrote:

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It’s just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my Funday
My I don’t have to runday
It’s just another manic Monday.

Have to catch an early train, got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane, I still couldn’t make it on time
Cause it takes me so long just to figure out what I’m gonna wear
Blame it on the train but the boss is already there.

You get up every morning
From your alarm clock’s warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There’s a whistle up above
And people pushin’, people shovin’
And the girls who try to look pretty

And if your train’s on time
You can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed
Look at me I’m self-employed
I love to work at nothing all day

And I’ll be…
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I’ve been taking care of business, it’s all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
Work out!

If it were easy as fishin’
You could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar
Chances are you’ll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows

People see you having fun
Just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It’s the work that we avoid
And we’re all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day

And we be…

Take good care of my business
When I’m away, every day whoo!

[Repeat first 2 verses]

Takin’ care of business [4x]

Takin’ care of business [repeat, fade]

[Bruce CurtisMember]

Hello Rebore450, nice to make your virtual acquaintaince as it were.

Bruce Cee

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EAGLE`02 wrote:

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Was gonna say it will knock years of your age,,, but you are way past it anyhow :laugh: :P

Oy Eags he’s not that old at all…. quite young actually… :ohmy:

Aren’t we fellow HD model?

[Bruce CurtisMember]

xy-transit wrote:

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I’ve been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I cant reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I’m off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it’s gonna make you notice
I hope it’s gonna make you notice

Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me,

Hey man, oh leave me alone, you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick’s just put my spine out of place

Hey man, my schoolday’s insane
Hey man, my work’s down the drain
Hey man, well she’s like total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she – and then she

{Refrain}
Don’t lean on me, man
‘Cause you can’t afford the ticket
I’m back on Suffragette City
Don’t lean on me man
‘Cause you ain’t got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outa sight, she’s all right

Hey man, ah Henry, don’t be unkind, go ‘way
Hey man, I can’t take you this time, no way
Hey man, say droogie don’t crash here
There’s only room for one and here she comes, here she comes

{Refrain}

Oh, don’t lean on me man
‘Cause you can’t afford the ticket
I’m back on Suffragette City
Well, don’t lean on me man
‘Cause you ain’t got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
{Repeat}
Is outa sight, whoa she’s all right

My Suffragette City, my Suffragette City
I’m back on Suffragette City
I’m back on Suffragette City
Whoo, Suffragette City, whoo, Suffragette City
Ooh Ha, Suffragette City, ooh ha, Suffragette

Aaaaaah, wham bam thank you ma’am

My Suffragette City, my Suffragette City, right, all right
My Suffragette City, ooh, mine, Suffragette City
Oh, my Suffragette City, oh, my Suffragette City
Oh, my Suffragette City, ah, Suffragette
Suffragette!

[Bruce CurtisMember]

xy-transit wrote:

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My pappy said “Son your gonna drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln”

Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Where the Fords and Lincolns were settin’ the pace?
That story is true I’m here to say
I was drivin’ that model A.

It’s got a Lincoln motor and it’s really souped up
That a Model A body makes it look like a pup
It’s got eight cylinders and uses ’em all
Got overdrive, just won’t stall

With a four barrel carb and dual exhausts
With four-eleven gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes, but I ain’t scared
The brakes are good, the tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
And the moon and the stars were shining bright
We was drivin’ up Grapevine Hill
Passin’ cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, “Boys, that’s a mark for me!”
By then the tail lights was all you could see

Now the fellas ribbed me for being behind
So thought I’d make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot of the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into over drive

Wound it up to a-hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That’s all there is and there ain’t no more

Now the boys all thought that I’d lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said “Slow down, I see spots!”
The lines on the road just looked like dots

Took a corner, Side-Swiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck My Fenders was clickin’ the guard rail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was coming from outta of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don’t ya know by then we’d be low on gas?

Had flames comin’ from outta the side
Feel the tension, man what a ride
I said “Look out boys, I’ve got a license to fly”
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of the sudden she started to knockin’
And down in a dips she started to rockin’
I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin’
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
He said “Son, you’re gonna to drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln”

Come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose
So come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose
So come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose
So come on, hey baby, come on

Come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose
So come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose
Baby, come on, now get yourself in gear
Still cruisin’ after all of these years

Hey girl, let’s go for a spin
Hop in my hot rod and do it again
You’ve got a greenhouse effect on me
I know a secret spot paradise by the sea
We’ll find a place to park this kinda cool after dark

We’ll take a triop on up to the lake
Down by the river where we can make
Out on the island, pick up on the cape
Punch up your favourite station

When we go cruisin’, well everything is alright
Come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose
Baby, when we go cruisin’, yeah

Baby, put your top down, parade around downtown
People tryin’ to cool down, party all summer long

Come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose ….

Everybody got a favourite spot, where they like to come a lot

When we go cruisin’, well everything is alright
Come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose
Baby, when we go cruisin’, yeah

People dancin’ in the sand, rock into a reggae band
Lovers walkin’ hand in hand, party all summer long

Come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose ….
Come on, let’s cruise, you got nothin’ to lose ….

[Bruce CurtisMember]

Bappy Hirthday STM from the Coffs Coast…..

[Bruce CurtisMember]

xy-transit wrote:

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‘m a road man, a load man, eighteen wheels and a serious plan
Ain’t nothin’ gonna go gettin’ outta hand while I’m behind the wheel
I’m on fire, and I’m wired, full of diesel and ready for hire
I’m buildin’ a rollin’ empire of blood, sweat and steel

I don’t waste time, I make time, tearin’ a strip off the white line
I’m a professional man, I’m one of a kind, and I know how to bring it in
I’ve got a clean slate in five states, and twenty-nine that ain’t so great
Fourteen that’ll have to wait, and two I’ve never been

I’m a road hammer, a white knuckled steel gear jammer
Rig jockey highway slammer, I’m just doin’ what I gotta do
I’m a road hammer, double talkin’ CB grammer
Haul your load from Alabama all the way to Timbuktoo

I’ve hauled the left coast, the west coast
California sun where they’re chillin’ the most
Follow 309 Teddy Bears ghost, All the way to New Orleans
I’ve been from Thunder Bay, to PA
All the way down to FLA, And every little town along the way
There ain’t much that I haven’t seen

I’m a road hammer, a white knuckled steel gear jammer
Rig jockey highway slammer, I’m just doin’ what I gotta do
I’m a road hammer, double talkin’ CB grammer
Haul your load from Alabama all the way to Timbuktoo

Bridge:Another day, another town
Diesel up, and hammer down

Little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
Little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got

Well I’m not braggin’ babe so don’t put me down
But I’ve got the fastest set of wheels in town
When something comes up to me he don’t even try
Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
(my little deuce coupe)
(you don’t know what I got)

Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she’ll walk a thunderbird like (she’s) it’s standin’ still
She’s ported and relieved and she’s stroked and bored
She’ll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
(my little deuce coupe)
(you don’t know what I got)

She’s got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar
And if that ain’t enough to make you flip your lid
There’s one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy

And comin’ off the line when the light turns green
Well she blows ’em outta the water like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it’s hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears

She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
(my little deuce coupe)
(you don’t know what I got)
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
(my little deuce coupe)
(you don’t know what I got)
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got

[Bruce CurtisMember]

Dusty wrote:

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Miniature golf and hondas in the hills
(miniature golf and hondas in the hills)
When we rode the horse we got some thrills
Every now and the we hear our song
(every now and the we hear our song)
We’ve been having fun all summer long

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MOUNTAIN HOME
WHERE ALL THE LADIES NAMES ARE JOAN
WHERE HUSBANDS WORK BACK LATE AT NIGHT
HOPES ARE UP FOR TROUSERS DOWN
WITH HOSTESS ON A BUSINESS FLIGHT
TAXI IN A MERCEDES DRIVE
I HOPE THAT DRIVER’S COMING OUT ALIVE
THE GARDEN IS A DORSETTED
THAT LADY – SHE’S SO CORSETED
SHE’S GOT 15 WAYS TO LEAD THAT BOY ASTRAY
HE THINKS HE’S ONE AND ONLY
BUT THAT LOVELY SHE’S SO LONELY
SHE PUMPS HIM FULL OF BREAKFAST AND SHE SENDS HIM ON HIS WAY
WHAT A SING SONG DANCE
WHAT A PERFORMANCE
WHAT A CHEAP TENT SHOW
OH NO NO NO NO NO

CHORUS
THEN THE BOYS LIGHT UP
THEN THE BOYS LIGHT UP (X2)
THEN THE BOYS LIGHT UP
THEN THE BOYS LIGHT UP – LIGHT UP – LIGHT UP

SILENTLY SHE OPENS THE DRAWER
MOTHERS LITTLE HELPER IS COMING OUT FOR MORE
STRATEGICALLY POSITIONED BEFORE THE MIDDAY SHOW
HER BACK IS ARCHED THOSE LIPS ARE PARCHED
REPEATED BLOW BY BLOW
LATER AT THE PARTY ALL THE MPs RAVE
ABOUT THE HUMMERS SHE’S BEEN GIVING
AND THE MONEY THAT THEY SAVE
TO HER IT IS SKIN LOTION
FOR HIS PROMOTION TO
THAT FLAT IN SURFERS PARADISE WITH THE OCEAN VIEW
WHAT A SING SONG DANCE
WHAT A PERFORMACE
WHAT A CHEAP TEN SHOW
OH NO NO NO NO NO

[Bruce CurtisMember]

Trailboss wrote:

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He said I was in my early 40’s
With a lot of life before me
And a moment came that stopped me on a dime
I spent most of the next days, lookin at the x-rays
Talkin bout the options and talkin bout sweet time.
Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end.
How’s it hit ya, when you get that kind of news.
Man what ya do
And he says,

I went sky divin
I went rocky mountain climbin
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I’ve been denying
And he said someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin

He said I was finally the husband
That most the time I wasn’t
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all the sudden goin fishing
Wasn’t such an imposition.
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
Well I finally read the good book
And I took a good long hard look at what I’d do
If I could do it all again

I love that Tim McGraw song

What is it that make me just a little be queasy?
There’s a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I’ve had my lungs checked out with X rays
I’ve smelled the hospital hallways
Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play be Sartre
When it seems a bookburning’s in perfect order-
I gave the doctor my description
I’ve tried to stick to my persciptions
Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I couls do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I’ve watched the summer evenings pass by
I’ve heard the rattle in my bronchi…

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