Saturday, December 29, 2007

Electricity and Motorcycle Nerds


This is some pretty old stuff from a dead link I referenced years ago for information to extend my riding season. For those of us who actually ride, Nate, and derive a certain satisfaction from assembling several hundred dollars worth of gear from about $40 worth of stuff this is some cool shit indeed.

Don't be intimidated by this - a girl wrote it, so anybody should be able to do it.


Sue's recipe for Electric Motorcycle Clothing

Back in 1994, someone gave me a copy of an article that described how to make an electric vest. There was only one clue as to the article's origin and that was the author credit: Mark Rotman, GWRRA #33440. So I'm guessing it was from some GoldWing riders' newsletter. I used the article to create an electric vest (which 3 years later I'm still wearing) and now I'd like to offer my own electric clothing 'recipe' for others to use.
Rest assured, you don't need an engineering or electrical background to accomplish this project. (I'm writing this with a person like me in min& very basic stuff!) You need to know an approximate amount of current available on your motorcycle. In many owner's manuals, you can find the number of amps that your bike produces and factor in how much is left over after supplying juice for various functions. Be careful not to overload the system. I was stranded in downtown Chicago on a subzero night because I had used the vest and was experimenting with heated glove inserts and the bike wouldn't start when I left work. The combination proved to draw too much from the alternator. Not good.
I'm only going to give guidelines here. The specifics, like whether to make a vest or jacket or gloves, or how much heat you want, are left up to you.

Stuff that you need:
• wire: 30 gauge, multistranded, teflon coated copper, usually comes in a 100' spool, Order form any electronics supplier. I ordered from Newark Electronics who have locations everywhere. In Schaumburg IL, call (84 7) 310-8980. Their product was called "hook-up wire, "part 36F61OWA. Price in 9197 was $14.20
• wire or lampcord: any 16-18 gauge, insulated wire, like a lamp cord; this wire runs from the vest to the battery so the length is up to you to figure out
• fuse holder: I used an inline holder
• fuse: number of amps depends on how much juice your vest will draw; my vest was only 4-5 amps so I use a 5 amp fuse
• switch: this is optional; I put one on my vest so I could turn it on and off as I ride without having to unplug it from the battery
• connectors: you choose! I used crimp barrel connectors to successfully connect the very fine 30 gauge wire to the 16 gauge cord. Not easy! Experiment and let me know what worked for you.
• tongue lugs: or something to easily affix the wire to the battery post
• some kind of plug/socket or cigarette lighter combination: to securely connect (but to allow for quick disconnect should you walk away from your bike and forget to unplug!) the wires from the battery to the wires on the vest
• Stitch Wichery stuff: purchase this from any fabric store; it creates a bond between 2 pieces of fabric when ironed
• The item of clothing and some cloth: read on...
Step-by-step
1. What do you want to electrify? I used the quilted vest that snapped into my Hein Gericke jacket. You could also use any jacket that's light enough to wear under your leathers or riding suit. I just finished electrifying the thermal liner that velcros into my First Gear Expedition suit pants.

The principle here is that you're going to make something similar to an electric blanket. You'll be sandwiching the wires between your vest or whatever and another piece of material.
Another option is to thread the 30 gauge wire on a quilting needle (which has a large enough eye) and sew the wire right into the fabric of your vest. That would only work if the vest was quilted. I opted to do this with my pants and it worked just fine. Make sure the wires are not against your clothes or skin; they get hot and could bum. Don't ask how I know that.
2. How much heat, how many amps, how many watts???
Two physics equations help us here:
Voltage = Ohms (resistance) x current (amps)
Watts = voltage x current (amps)
We know the voltage .... most motorcycles have 12 volt batteries. The 30 gauge wire is 1 ohm per foot of wire. So. 30 feet of wire equals 3 ohms. So, based on the first equation, we now know that 30 feet of our wire draws 4 amps of current.
Based on the second equation, we also know that the watts produced by our electric vest will be approximately 48. From here you can figure out how much wire to use to meet your heat needs and not draw too much from your m/c.
On the pants I made, I used 20 feet of wire which means it draws 6 amps from the bike and produces 72 watts. And it's plenty hot, maybe even too hot.

Assembly
Our mission is to create a loop of electricity that runs from the motorcycle battery to the electric clothing. Keep that in mind as you read through the assembly steps.
I put a loop off the battery (a wire from the positive post with the inline fuse holder and a wire from the negative post and joined them into a plug that hangs from the battery all the time). This could be a cigarette lighter type thing; that's what I used on my first attempt.
When I get on the bike, hanging off the bottom right side of my vest is a socket that mates with the plug hanging off the battery. A very kind friend sent me some cool plugs and sockets on pigtails so I didn't have to shop for those. They should be readily available from any Radio Shack or other similar electronics store. I also put the switch on the wire coming off the vest.
The hardest part of the process is affixing the wires to the vest. Thirty feet of very fine wire is tough to work with. The object is to lay the wire so that there's equal heat distribution. Run it up and down the front of the vest, each side, and then up and down the back, and back around to meet the other end of the wire in front. See diagram. But how do you lay the wire down, put the stich witchery on top and then cover with the fabric? It's tricky. The original author recommended cutting the wire to the right length and then working one section at a time. Put the wire in place on your vest, front right side, use scotch tape to keep the wire in place. Put the stichwitchery on that section over the wires, put the other fabric in place and iron according to the instructions on the stitchwichery package. Repeat for the back and then for the front left side. This is the hardest part! Be patient and take your time. Doing this part correctly the first time will save a lot of time and energy.
When you've got the wires sandwiched between the vest and the fabric, I'd recommend stitching around the edges so the wires aren't tempted to wiggle out (like mine did).
Again, instead of the stitchwichery route, you might try sewing the wire into a quilted vest, like I did with the thermal liners in my pants.
Ok, the next task is to take those two little teeny-weeny wires that are coming off your vest and connect them as permanently as you possibly can to the lamp cord or whatever larger gauge wire you're going to use. This was my weak point and a repair I made over and over because I kept ripping the wires out. My most successful method (still unbroken after a whole year) was to use barrel crimp connectors. Peel back the insulation on the 2 wires (one 30 and one 16 gauge), hold them parallel to each other, carefully braid the strands of the 30 gauge with the strands of the 16 gauge, put the crimp connector over them and crimp as hard as you can. Then top off the connection with lots of electrical tape. Do the same with the other 2 wires and tape the 2 connections together and tuck them safely inside the vest. You might want to allow a loop as strain relief inside the vest (so when the wire gets accidently pulled hard, there'll be some slack to give before it breaks).
Here's where you can add a switch if you desire. Install it on the 16 gauge cord. Then connect the cord to the socket or whatever you choose to use (that will attach to the plug hanging off the battery.) If you ride a BMW that has an accessory socket on the bike, just buy the male plug to connect to the vest. Easy! And then you don't need the fuse.
That's about it. Please email me if you have questions. Mark Rotman, if you happen to land on this page, please contact me so I can give you my deepest thanks and ask you how to better cite the article you wrote.


last updated, 23 Oct 1997 (by Sue)


A couple notes:

1) No, I don't know who "Sue" is, but the old like was from shadowriders.org.

2) The wire mentioned in the article can be obtained from Newark - that's where I got mine.

3) Heed the lady's warning about alternator ratings if you are gonna combine more than one electrically heated appliance and don't have a nuclear reactor equipped bike (non-BMW) though a KLR will run heated grips and a 50 watt jacket/vest with a well maintained electrical system.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Fun's Over

Hope y'all had a joyous Christmas.

Now, back to work.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Props to DrWho:


APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME_____________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH_____________

HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________

SOCIAL SECURITY #_________________ DRIVERS LICENSE #________________

BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________

HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______

Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _____________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________

Number of years they have been married ______________________________

If less than your age, explain
_________ ___________________________________ ________________________

____________________________________________________________________


ACCESSORIES SECTION:

A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No

B. A truck with over sized tires? __Yes __No

C. A water bed? __Yes __No

D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No

E. A tattoo? __Yes __No

F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?

(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)


ESSAY SECTION:

In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?

______________________________________________________________

______________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?

______________________________________________ ________________

______________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?

______________________________________________________________

______________________________________________________________


REFERENCES SECTION:

Church you attend ___________________________________________________

How often you attend ________________________________________________

When would be the best time to interview your:

father? _____________

mother? _____________

pastor? _____________


SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:

Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want lto be shot would be:
__________________________

B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:

__________________________

C: A woman's place is in the:

__ __________________________

D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:
____________________________

E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? ___________________________

____________________________

_____________________________

F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:

_____________________________
_____________________________

F. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.


_________________________________________________________
Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)


_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's Sig nature & Father's Signature

_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi or State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six months for processing.

You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury).

If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (you might watch your back)

To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating, as they appear below:

Daddy's Rules for Dating
Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy) :

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them..

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill y ou. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day.Please do not do this. The only information I require from you, [besides the application above] is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear,and more than an hour goes by, do n ot sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge . Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot bellied, balding, middle-aged,dimwitted has-been fart. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing,merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and fifty-five wooded acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early,then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Have a good time!!

Monday, December 17, 2007

My Kinda Girl




Thanks, Waterboy.

Note: Pay no attention to the "Likes:" items; they all say that. Don't you believe it.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Suggestions?


This horse is very popular with the ladies in his barn. The owner, though, is having some trouble deciding on an appropriate name. Any ideas?

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Boredom+Beer+Cigarettes=

Amazing! I would have bet lots of hard earned money that this would have ended badly. I'll never look at those junky looking Japanese "jeeps" the same again.

Attention!! The language is a bit off color so those easily offended turn the volume down.

Friday, December 07, 2007

The Legend Lives!

For all y'all faggotty-pink-john-deere-hat-wearin' sister boys:



Check out the Trick My Tractor contest!


Ride Red

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Fun Bags! This is News?



Shocking! I know, but it seems that we menfolk find women with nice breastsesses more attractive.












Obvoiusly, "Clover" the investigative reporter does too. Look at her carriage fellas. Shoulders back, head high.

Story here. With pictures!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Cars?

Bill posts a link to this Endurance Driving website, and I am surely impressed by the gear, the ingenuity, and the determination displayed, but..

What's the fun in riding something that won't kill you for not paying attention?

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Treo Saturation

Anyone else thinking of trimming one fingernail to a point for use as a stylus on the touchscreen?

Friday, November 09, 2007

Clinton Fatique

Coming soon to a precinct near you.

I had forgotten what a relief it was to not be bothered with those two on the news over the last seven years. How do their sycophants tolerate it 24/7? Is it living vicariously? I hear a lot of Bill's supporters "bragging" about his womanizing (We're in Joe Sixpack territory mind you) which leaves me wondering how proud the king of the world, who would presumably have his pick from any number of model class babes, must feel to be caught out with a tub like Monica. 'Course his old lady ain't exactly a prize either...

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Pakistan Iraq Iran Afghanistan

Pakranistaq

Anybody else think we should just give them to Musharraf? Seems to me he knows how to deal with the sons-of-bitches.

"Since you can't play nice I'm taking your democracy away for 5 months! Next time it'll be longer."

Works for me.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Lights in the Sky

Anyone else seein' new things in the sky at night?

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Shout out to Lil' Brother!

Y'all be safe and have a good time!

Thursday, October 04, 2007

7 States
1000 Miles
Twenty-Four Hours



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Saturday, September 29, 2007

What have you been reading?


I have had my nose stuck in this for a good while now.
Turns out I qualify as a "Terminal Case";

riding a 40 to 50 hp, 300-400 lb motorcycle, on a multiday road trip,
without a supply vehicle following behind

Friday, September 28, 2007

The Great State of Tennessee

Great folks, Great place to visit, Wouldn't want to live there......

Cross Border Cigarette "Surveillance" Begins

Wasn't long ago TN was in a tizzy about folks living on the border registering their cars in KY to avoid exorbitant vehicle taxes and fees. They were pulling over anyone with a KY tag to check registration.
Now it seems some dastardly ne'erdowells are buying too many cigarettes for personal use in surrounding states (with lower taxes) and (GASP!) bringing them home!
Gotta get those evildoers not paying their fair share. Amazing, isn't it, how deft law enforcement is at acting as a revenue tool?!
No matter what anyone tells you, folks, governance is all about the money.

Priority One: Get money from those dumb rednecks and woe be unto them that tries to the confiscation of it.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Comments?



From Eric:

Russian homebuilt electro testicle torture device. Note the position of the distributor near the right nut. God forbid a fella hangs right....

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Monday, August 20, 2007

Motorradspion

Ich habe ein zu bilden Geständnis. Ist BMW heraus konfrontieren.

Sorry, Must be the Beck's doing that.

I have stumbled upon some interesting bikes of late and have a few pics below of two nifty Hondas, but first thing's first: My new (to me) GS:
I've been tellin' Nate for years what antiquated POS's the Boxer Twins were, then I noticed on my last big ride that the most common motorcycle on the backroads on a weekday was a BMW. Hmmmmm..... So I started doing some research. Lo! and Behold ! Most serious riders, men with hundreds of thousands of motorcycle miles under their belts, are on BMW's. Then I saw two GS's with over 100K on the clock sell in two days flat.

You only have to hit me over the head a few times.





This one is a 1970 CL350. Garage find - $800 OBO. I passed on it as I didn't want to offer them $300.00.


Here we have a touring CM250 Classic still on the road. Diggin' all the shiny bits.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

1700 miles later



You will note some pics of a small store with gas pumps out front; that's in Shadey Valley Tennessee between two mountains and nestled in the middle of some of the best ridin' anywhere.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Trolling Bounty

Sometimes a well aimed bit of trolling yields unexpectedly bountiful results.

I had replied to a post on an adventure rider forum about the on-road behavior of those harley ridin' leather fags (You know who you are and, yes, that is a sweeping generalization) and have discovered that the argument it spawned just keeps on generating interesting and entertaining tidbits.

Like this:

Had a couple Harley Riders up on Carmel Valley road this last weekend, I was riding alone and just puttin' along, they were doing the same just a tad slower so I caught up and just followed along waiting for a clean shot, exiting a turn I rolled up on the outside passing the first bike however the pass on the leader went a little askew, the guy looked at me in his mirror and drifted over in front of me, then flipped me off. Wow never seen anything like it in my life. I settled back in behind him and when I saw him look at his mirror again I started around once more, he did his little swerve to the left and I dropped the hammer and jumped up on his right. I matched his speed and sat about 6 inches off his boot, he was wearing ray bans so I could not see his eyes but the fact his mouth was wide open and he was staring at me indicated the desired affect was inflicted, however I was not quite done as we were now heading into a right hander and I just matched his speed but headed for the outside of the turn. He hit the brakes, so did I, he was now in the oncoming lane and still heading for the shoulder. I had half a mind to just keep gong straight and run this jackass off the road but gave the ass hole a break and turned right and motored up the road. I was hoping they wanted to play some more but they pulled over and I lost site of them going into the next corner. I never saw them again.

Rules of the road are never fuck with another rider if you don't know them. There is a damn good chance they are crazier then you are.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Go Away

I'm Busy. Go look at my new nephew.

Got your message, EP. Knew you couldn't lay low very long!

Friday, June 29, 2007

The RainMan Cometh

In 1999 hereabouts there was a drought such as many had never seen. The ground literally shrunk so much it often failed to support foundation and basement walls. Never mind the grass, folks were watering their dirt to keep their homes from falling down.

Now, 2007, winter broke early and we all thought we'd get an extra cut of hay this season. Then the RainMain sold his motorcycle. Drought. Heavy drought. Brown grass, hard ground, cracked earth, barren fields.

This went on until late last week. The dry, hot air mass sitting over the central Kentucky Bluegrass began yielding to the fronts previously thrown against it to no effect. The RainMan had made a decision. Motorcycle chosen, accessories ordered, price negotiated. Half an inch fell the next afternoon.

Wednesday afternoon The RainMan went to pick up his Motorcycle, well farkled. He pulled the great lumbering beast onto the road from the dealership's parking lot merging effortlessly, his wife following in the Z71. He rolled to a first smooth stop on virgin brke pads at the first intersection. The RainMan gazed down at the long, smooth curve of the red mirror finish fuel tank with satisfaction and pride of ownership. And the rain fell; a few drops at first. Enough to signal the deluge. It rained off and on all Wednesday night. The first utter downpour hit Thursday afternoon, and as much as an inch fell in places today. It'll probably rain tomorrow.

Coincidence? How far does a coincidence have to stretch before it becomes causation? Or, at least, correlation. I have never ridden with The RainMan without getting at least sprinkled on. More often than not it's a downpour at some point. There are folks out there who have a "knack" for one thing or another. Some folks are walking lightning rods. Others can find oil hidden miles beneath the earths surface.

I'm not saying The RainMan has some type of mystical power to call down precipitation. I'm just sayin'...

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Makin' The Most of What Ya' Got




Now, I'm not one who could be called a motorcycle snob. If it gets ya' there and gives ya' grins - roll with it. But after rollin' by many a leather fag on a snortin' hippo.... or maybe it's the other way, leather hippo fag on a..... you get the picture - it certainly is refreshing to see someone who RIDES their bike. Albeit antique and raggedassed. Gotta give the fella credit though; no tassles, studs, or shiny chrome. That tote is probably not Genuine Honda though it is sporetin' a no-shit genuine Windjammer fairing straight from the hands of Craig Vetter - inventor of the modern touring bike.

Speaking of snortin' hippos.... Lately, I have taken to giving all positively identified harley riders "The Bird".

For those not of the cognoscenti I will explain why: we motorcyclists commonly wave to one another going down the road. It is a time honoured tradition that clearly acknowledges the kindred spirit of wanderlust that was common in all bikers. Today three quarters of the "riders" out there are a bunch of leatherfags playin' dress-up and lookin' to impregnate one another with a bunghole baby.

Am I being unfair? Yes. Am I stereotyping? Yes. Cry me a river. I figure the real riders will flip one right back (might even have an adventure bike in the garage)- the poseurs will just pout, putt on home, and keep gathering in flocks like the sheep they are.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

The Hotness

Think about this when next you hear the words, " 'Til death do us part."


Monday, June 04, 2007

The Premier Class

Question

I am sitting here watching the speed Channel watching these riders in a Moto race in Italy. Something is puzzling me. Why do the motorcycles appear to be the most stable int the turns, flopping from one side to the other, but when they go into a straight standing the bike up do they tend to oscillate so badly? Is it because that is when they are the heaviest on the throttle, or is there some other dynamic going on. These guys are on the edge the whole 6 laps.
equus pallidus | Email | Homepage | 06.03.07 - 6:31 pm |



Moto GP is the premier class in Motorcycle racing; The Formula 1 of bikes. All machines are hand built experiments. Power to weight is near, or over 1 HP per Pound and every setting on the machine is maximized for turning speed. The turns are where motorcycle races are won and lost.

There are different factors determining corner speed; roll rate (how quickly the bike rotates to full lean), steering head geometry, breaking capability (how deep you can go into a curve before leaning), traction, throttle control, suspension settings, etc. Moto GP bikes are setup to turn. They pretty much figure the rider can keep it together in a straight line.

What you are seeing is the result of the compromises the teams have made to give the rider the ability to go around curves as fast as possible. It doesn't help that the front tire is basically unloaded for most of a straightaway - The bikes do run traction control and wheelie control software, but 250 HP is still 250 HP.

The few mere mortals who have ridden GP bikes say they are impressed by the stability the bikes exude. 'Course they were probably 25% below race pace.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

A moment of silence.

Poor Gregg just adopted out his beloved dualsport (DRz400) to a happy new owner.

Show some respect for his loss.

'Course we won't have to listen to him talk shit about it anymore......

Monday, May 21, 2007

Time Out in Tellico Plains




Ahhh. I do feel better.

Cherokee Slideshow

The above link is to a YouTube slideshow one of the fellas at the KLR650 (for the girls, a KLR is a motorcycle ) "Tour de Tellico II" posted. I ain't in it, but you get the idea.

Something like 80 KLR650's, a couple Super Sherpa's, a couple KLX250s's (one is actually a 330 w/ a Mikuni pumper - WOW!), one DRZ650, two XR650L's, two DRZ200's, three XT350's, a smattering of buckeye's on Beemers all descended on the Cherohala Motorcycle Resort in Tellico Plains for three days of ridin all over the Cherokee and Natahalia National Forests. We climbed mountains, ran "The Dirt Dragon", I rode the "Trail of Tears" (yes, the one the indians were force marched on), crossed streams, rode single track, rode goat trails, rode gravel, rode dirt, rode mud, traveled the Cherohala Skyway twice and resisted the urge to buzz hardleys.

There was only one Life Flight (banged up good - no permanent damage) and one broken arm (poor bastard rode in from Florida only to wreck upon arrival in Tellico Plains). Both of the above mentioned bikes are goners. There were a lot of broken turn signals, mirrors, bent shifters and levers - nothing really serious.

The important thing, though, is I got the dope on where the fun stuff is. Now if Nate ever gets a furlough from his gilded cage and WellDigger ever gets a bike..... We are good to go teach our GPS's some new, ahem, roads.

Lots of bikes were out and about this weekend. Some interesting sightings: a pristine Honda Magna w/ cafe' fairing (thought of you Bill), many Ducati's, a couple of Yamaha twostroke street bikes, a few Triumph Tigers, lot's of V-stroms, a 1985 Honda Ascot with full fairing, a Pacific Coast

Those of you who have not been camping on your motorcycle. Do it. In this order: Lay the wife, pack light, ride hard, eat big, sleep dirty, smoke some, drink a little, tell lies, ride some more, repeat as necessary.





The fella with the map is CherokeeChuck. A local who organized some of the rides and mostly waited for everyone to catch up. That's me with the fanny pack/holster covering my muscular buttocks.

The second pic is one of the trails we rode.

UPDATE:
I heard the Weather Channel reported a dust storm just South of Robbinsvile, NC on Saturday. There were 27 KLR's in one group riding out that way..... Hmmmm.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

MythBusters

The story goes something like this:

A motorcycle rider hits an object in the road (ranges from a possum to a fallen tree). The force of the impact launches the rider many feet into the air to impact a telephone pole cross bar whereupon he is impaled. Stuck. Like a pig on a spit. A bug on a pin.

A fella recently related this tale to me with the assertions that he had personally known the rider and had inspected the tree laying across the road said rider had hit (about 18" across). I was using the occasion of this fellas' telling of the tale to illustrate the fact he is, in fact, a liar to a friend of mine, Chris.

Chris is a physicist and got to wondering just how that would work..... Needless to say, a few beers and 20 minutes later he had this prepared:




Disclaimer: This was quick and dirty, and used perfect conditions since it was for the purposes of testing the possibility of such an occurrence. Go easy on the boy, Gregg. Though, I did warn him....

So it looks like that '63 Panhead would had to have been runnin' close to 550mph when it hit that log, and the forks would have had to be infinitely rigid, the log would have to have been infinitely massive and infinitely hard.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Ahem...


Having washed out completely on the Derby, I think I'll try to mitigate my losses with a beer recommendation:

Shiner Bock

Brewed in Shiner Texas since 1913. All taste and no after-taste.

Do not confuse it with Shiner Blonde. Some relation to mead I think. Bleck!

Derby Day

My bets:

Cowtown Cat - $10.00 to win

Nobiz like Shobiz - $10.00 to win

Monday, April 23, 2007

To Be Famous

The most absurd idea becomes "deep thought" when one is inebriated. That is not to say that Greenies have much in the way of thought processes.

Crow (4/19, Springfield, Tenn.): I have spent the better part of this tour trying to come up with easy ways for us all to become a part of the solution to global warming. Although my ideas are in the earliest stages of development, they are, in my mind, worth investigating. One of my favorites is in the area of forest conservation which we heavily rely on for oxygen. I propose a limitation be put on how many squares of toilet paper can be used in any one sitting. Now, I don't want to rob any law-abiding American of his or her God-given rights, but I think we are an industrious enough people that we can make it work with only one square per restroom visit, except, of course, on those pesky occasions where 2 to 3 could be required.

Crow (4/19): I also like the idea of not using paper napkins, which happen to be made from virgin wood and represent the height of wastefulness. I have designed a clothing line that has what's called a "dining sleeve." The sleeve is detachable and can be replaced with another "dining sleeve," after usage. The design will offer the "diner" the convenience of wiping his mouth on his sleeve rather than throwing out yet another barely used paper product. I think this idea could also translate quite well to those suffering with an annoying head cold.


The above are excerpts from the blog Miss Sheryl Crow and some other hollywood nutball on a bus tour of the South. More yankees trying to save us poor ignorant rednecks from ourselves....

Saturday, April 21, 2007

I, Treonaut


It's assholes and elbows around here, fellas. And I'll tell you one thing, by God, the work ain't nothing compared to the clerical duties associated with being a moblie equine Dr Scholls vendor.
I have tried many a system to streamline contacts, scheduling, invoicing, notes, and communication. DayRunner (never handy - uneditable - where's that pen?) , desktop PC (scratch a note and forget to add it), cellphone (no used - data entry too limited, and lastly, my trusty Visor Platinum, a triplicate invoice pad, and many combinations thereof. The Visor stood me in good stead until things got really hoppin' this spring and I did not have it on my person when making an appointment. Missed appointment - lost phone # - unhappy client. One pissed off horseshoer. See missing and appointment feels kinda like tellin' a lie. Icky. Anyway, I vowed this would never happen again and began searching for an all encompassing man portable device capable of managing contacts, scheduling, communication, notes, and invoicing - all at the same time.

Palm Treo 700p. I'm already using the Palm Desktop. Easy, slam dunk decision. Wait... No WIFI!! Not even wifi support?! What?! Palm is migrating to Linux?! Shit!

Palm Treo 700w. Microsoft is really gettin' on my nerves lately. But it has WIFI support (SDIO), and I have to admit Outlook has the Palm desktop beat all to hell (except for sub 1/2 hour scheduling).

A few minutes with the wife's Axim convinced me and I plopped down my hard earned money and hooked my PPC to my belt.

I'm looking at PPC invoicing programs and for a bluetooth printer now to mount in the truck. Geek nirvana, boys. Geek nirvana.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Golden Gopher Glory! Tubby Smith sees Shadow!

What a Hoot!

Tubby Smith has left the UK Basketball program and you'd think the diversity-centric are poppin' a coronary gasket. How dare UK fans expect to support a program that is above the rest of the nation? UK fans are a joke in their expectations they say. Unrealistic. The mantra goes something like this:

Get real. It's, like, 2008 and everything. There just isn't going to be a dominant program anymore. Parity. Yeah, that's it. There's parity now. Everybody else has gotten really, really good. Anyone can win and we like it that way. Rednecks and hillbillies shouldn't have anything to be proud of, because they aren't as smart as the rest of the country who lives in the East or the North or California. They don't even wear much Abercrombie - how can their colloge basketball team ever be good?


Yeah that's a bit satirical, but it pretty much sums up the fit the local media is throwing. They LIKE to see UK lose. They LOVE mediocrity. I think it's an "I suck. You Suck. We all Suck so I feel better about the fact I was never able to ______" mentality.

Fuck 'em. The expectation and pursuit of excellence is it's own reward, as we shall soon see. Right Coach Donovan?

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

For the Toolguys:






This is what I have been so busy with of late. Bill, eat your heart out.

This is a Stonewell Body for a farrier shoeing rig and this is how it is done in the horse capital of the world.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Hey Nate,


Do NOT start looking at and reading about camping gear.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

The Long Way 'Round


Rent this DVD documentary. Ewan MacGregor (ObiWan Kenobe) and Charlie Boorman (Deliveranve) circumnavigate the globe on a pair of 1200GS BMWs through Siberia, Mongolia, Alaska, Montana, Kazakhstan.

They had to have some help on the "Road of Bones", but other than that they made a hell of a ride.

Beware - this kind of thing is catching.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Bill Beats His Drum

The DC Court of Appeals struck down the DC gun ban!

NO NO NO! It Can't Happen!

Things are supposed to get worse and worse, there is no place in the script for incremental shifts towards sanity! Only whole-sale revolution is allowed!

Besides, the Justice Silberman was appointed by Reagan, and everybody knows that Judicial appointments by Republicans always further a statist agenda.
Bill | Email | Homepage | 03.12.07 - 11:43 am | #

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Just when you thought it could never happen

The DC Court of Appeals struck down the DC gun ban!

There will be much freakin' out on the left over this, and we will surely get to see SCOTUS in it's true form as soon as it gets around to reviewing it.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Google: Craig Vetter

Craig is the inventor of the modern touring bike. The original Honda GL1000 was meant to be a sport bike, but Craig thought it needed something.

The "Windjammer" fairing was born and EVERYBODY bought one for their GL1000. Everntually Honda thought they should cash in on this popular accessory and offered it preinstalled on the GL. Thus was the Goldwing born.

Mr. Vetter now rides a........

K L R 650

Can you guess what he is up to?




Saturday, February 17, 2007

For you sheltered Nascar Fans:

What man worthy of the title doesn't know of this?

Rigid Tool

Friday, February 16, 2007

If you're not cheatin' you're not tryin'.

"This is not the action of an organization, a manufacturer or a sponsor," Waltrip said in a statement. "This was an independent act done without consent or authorization from me or any of my executive management team." -Mike Waltrip


Somebody tell me how thre's any racin' goin' on when the driver has an "executive management team"? They probably hang motivational posters on the shop wall instead of the Rigid Tool Calendar. Makes me sick.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

The more things change...



Back in the early eighties GM decided it wanted to put diesel engines in a few of it's 3/4 ton+ light trucks and even some oldsmobile sedans. Folks were familiar with the rock solid dependability and longevity of BIG truck Cat, Detroit, and Cummins engines along with the ever-present Mercedes 300D that just wouldn't die. Bear in mind this was when diesel fuel was cheaper than gasoline and at 100,000 miles you called the junkyard to come get that worn out car out of the driveway. Were folks ready to buy vehicles for longterm use? GM thought so.

Folks ordered them. And drove them. Back and forth to the dealership. Problems of all kinds. Expensive injector pumps, coolant in the oil, warped heads, leaking head gaskets. They were so bad that a myth was perpetuated that GM had "converted" gasoline engines to diesel and foisted them upon the public.

Years after the introduction of the GM diesel the aftermarket got into the act and started offering stronger replacement head bolts. Viola! Problem solved. Did I hear someone calling "Bullshit!"?? Look it up. For years mechanics circled around the problem replacing all the wrong things and causing many return trips to the dealership for warranty and expensive out of warranty repairs.

Now, just how could a company with the resources of GM spec fasteners that were not up to the job? Didn't they have trained engineers? What gives? Luckily, the corporate idiocy passed when Dodge speced a Cummins (cement truck) diesel for their 3/4 ton+ trucks and the working world beat a path to their door. Ford adapted and old International Harvester diesel and dubbed it the PowerStroke to great success, and GM upgraded the 6.5 liter with a turbo and some redesign, but not many were lookin' to take a chance on it.

Fast forward twenty years and look around; Dodge still uses the Cummins, Chevy got smart and bought Isuzu and is using one of there diesels to great success, but old Ford decided they were gonna improve the breed with their very own 6.0 liter all aluminum, variable vane turbo hot shit engine.

Guess what - weak head bolts.

The Shame

I guess every family has a Black sheep...

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Yeah, I see it too man.....




Looks like a bomb to me. It's got those "bomb batteries" and those "wire thingies" attached to "light thingies". It's the "light thingies" that make the bomb work, see. They light up and light the "fuse thingy". It's the latest. Really. Bomb making chic.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

These two are so much fun to have around

David Duke doesn't worry me as much as the more 'mainstream' r's and d's.
JACIII 01.29.07 - 4:51 am | #

Me neither; nor does the good Chief.

Bill has a propensity for finding the most absurd example and casting it as the standard. My example was to demonstrate how ridiculous those aspersions are.

I suppose by Rep Foley's actions, we can deduce that Republican politicians are all gay pedophiles, too.
WaterBoy 01.29.07 - 12:03 pm | #

the Dems and Reps both got to claim this charmer

Get back to me when the Losertarians kick The Chief out of their party.

I suppose by Rep Foley's actions....

And the action of interest is;
Rep. Foley Quits In Page Scandal

Now, where were we... Oh yeah, Waterboy was getting his butt kicked in the wonderful game of "Proof by Example".
Bill 01.30.07 - 12:09 am | #

Whoosh! Right over your head. Shall I get you a ladder, sonny?

Let me spell it out for you:

Bill (implied): Chief Wannadubie is a nut. Chief Wannadubie was a Libertarian candidate. Therefore, all Libertarian candidates are nuts.

WaterBoy: If that is true (it isn't; you are making an association fallacy), then the same holds true for Republican candidates because David Duke is a nut and was a Republican candidate. Regardless of how others in the party felt.

To say nothing about Foley (F is a gay pedophile; F was a R candidate; therefore all R candidates are gay pedophiles). Regardless of the fact that he resigned.

But you keep believing what you want about libertarians; if logic hasn't slowed you down, nothing will.
WaterBoy 01.30.07 - 2:40 pm | #

Wow, look at Waterboy move those goal posts so his straw man can try again!

What I meant was that the Losertarian Party is the natural home for all sorts of nuts. And there's overwhelming evidence of this. Heck, I could list several dozen Losertarian candidates that are WAY, WAY Out There.

Given that nearly half of America is in the Repubican party, it's easy to find the odd nutcase mixed in with their run-of-the-mill folks. The important thing is that when someone is discovered to be smoking dope or fondling children, they either leave (one step ahead of the boot) or are thrown out. Not so with the Libertarian party - these "differences" are not only celebrated, they're the casus belli.
Bill 01.30.07 - 4:22 pm | #

Saturday, January 27, 2007

The Dead Live, But Will Barbaro? Evidently not.

UPDATE: Doc was on FOX News today commenting on Barbaro, his treatment, and prognosis (not good). Check it out and bear in mind that this is the worlds foremost expert and practitioner. Link is here - scroll down to the bottom of the page.
While we're at it will somebody explain to me why on God's green earth you waould take a horse like Barbaro to PENNSYLVANIA for treatment when the world of horses revolves around Lexington, Ky?????? The world's foremost practioners in all fields relating to horses are within 50 miles of Lexington. Somebody fell for some yankee know-it-all bullshit I'm thinkin'.

I am in the giant cesspool of Louisville, Ky for four days sequestered in an Executive Suite and going to classes in a Seminar to improve my knowledge and skill as a Farrier. The main focus of the seminar is Laminitis (founder), but I have attended lectures on subjects from Veterinarian/ Farrier/ Client communication to shoeing to prevent long toe - low heel syndrome in thoroughbreds. Big fun!

Not that long ago horses with Laminitis (founder) were all but sentenced to a short life of intense pain followed by euthanasia. This occurred to the tune of 95% fatality to 5% recovery of all cases. About 15 years ago that ratio started swinging the other direction, due primarily to the obsession of one man: Dr. (DVM and Farrier) Rick Redden.

You have all heard about poor Barbaro and his battle with laminitis in the (previously) uninjured hind limb. Here's the fella they shoulda called:


Click the play button. Remember when a horse had to be shot if it broke it's leg?

Thursday, January 25, 2007

The Goddess Speaks on Women's Suffrage

From Ann Coulters latest column:


Webb began his rebuttal by complaining that we don't have national health care and aren't spending enough on "education" (teachers unions). In other words, he talked about national issues that only are national issues because of this country's rash experiment with women's suffrage. I guess we should all be relieved that at least Webb's response did not involve putting a young boy's penis into a man's mouth, as characters in his novels are wont to do.

Monday, January 22, 2007

No More Bug Problems!

The 34 Pict-3 was worn plumb out and even though I fitted new throttle shaft bushings, the throttle plate had worn into the barrel due to the throttle shaft play.

A new 30mm carb came with the bug, but wouldn't fit in the 34mm manifold, so...

A little measuring, marking, bandsawing, drilling, milling, and welding later -



Sometimes no amount of work will fix something. That's often hard for me to accept, but I'm not quite as hard headed in my old age and will put something in the round file after only a few days of tinkering.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Whay we Ride, Instead:


Excerpt from a post on a motorcycle mail list:


Ah! You're in my wheelhouse now! Yay!
Don't misunderstand me here guys....the idea of hopping on a motorcycle and
heading for the horizon thrills me to no end, but from time to time I have
to wonder if an old CJ-5, 60's Bronco or even a resuscitated Suzuki Samuri
would be a better platform for some of the heavier loads, worst weather and
gnarliest terrain we ask the KLR to deal with. (Before we go further, I
want to say I've never been on a multi-day ride - I've always made it home
to my warm bed after a day in the saddle so I AM NOT qualified to, or wish
to, make any judgements of those intrepid souls who do real motorcycle
touring without bliking an eye. My hat's off to you guys.)

So the answer regarding a CJ-5, Bronco, or the most important vehicle you
left out, any older Toyota Land Cruiser:

Not necessarily.

Are they better platforms for the heavier loads? Sure, and so's a
K-whopper. But what it comes down to is an aesthetic. I've now done
multi-day trips both solo and with passenger in the following vehicles:

KLR, Saab 9-5 Aero, FJ-60 Land Cruiser, FJ-40 Land Cruiser, F-150 Death
Trap, and then a number of boring cars (e.g., Corolla). All of these
involved some form of off-roading while doing the trip (yes, even the Saab).

While I enjoyed all of these trips, and was able to do different things in
all the vehicles, I remember the KLR trips the best. Motorcycles have the
ability to focus your memories on what you are doing at each specific moment
of a trip. The car that comes closest is my FJ-60, because anywhere you go
in that thing it's an adventure. Sometimes the adventure just comes from
wondering whether you'll get there and being pleased that something
catastrophic didn't happen. It's a bit troubling that one of my most vivid
memories of the Cruiser is gutting a seized air pump in the middle of the
woods.

But cars, even fun old classics, dole out their pleasure in discrete
lumps. A car trip eventually gets remember as packing, arriving at a little
restaurant, arriving at the campsite/hotel, doing something fun like
four-wheeling, packing again, then returning home. The KLR trips don't
feel like a series of places I stopped, or a series of places where I took
advantage of the vehicle's capabilities. The entire trip comprised elements
of adventure. Added to that is the unquantifiable feeling of success when
you complete the trip. Again, I can sometimes have this feeling in the
Cruiser (the best 4-wheeled analog for a KLR). But that feeling is not one
of physically overcoming something.

Every week my friend and I go to play a trivia game in downtown Chicago,
about five miles away on city streets. It usually takes about half an hour.
Last week, for the first time, we considered driving because of the weather.
It snowed recently, the KLR's ignition switch was loaded with ice, and it
was 15 degrees out with the requisite horrible wind chill--awful riding
conditions. So after warming up the bikes and bundling up like the kid from
A Christmas Story, off we went. The trip was not comfortable. But not only
did we make it, both of us felt like we had accomplished something. If we
took the car, it certainly would have been more comfortable, but there
wouldn't be a feeling of success.

I think the KLR appeals to this sense of being an intrepid adventurer,
whether we actually are one or just want to be. Indeed, the only
motorcycles I've seen riding around Chicago now that winter has set in have
been another KLR, an R1150GS, an old Harley with a sidecar, and my friend's
Triumph Scrambler--all quite individual bikes. In an of itself, the KLR has
obstacles to overcome such as luggage, comfort, or the inexplicable lack of
development.

Bikes teach us lessons about what we need and what we can handle, and
usually the results are we need less than we thought, and we can handle more
than we thought. That can make any trip worthwhile.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

It's the throttle plate shaft.

Wore plumb out. leakin' vacuum in the worst possible spot.

EP wins the prize.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

From Dust.......

Double Super Secret Eyes Only UPDATE: It's not the preheat tubes. Also, near as I can tell the idle shut-off valve is also functioning properly, so I reckon I'll be tearin' the carb down tomorrow to look at the idle circuit and jet. Bummer.

The good news is it's not burnin' any oil right now. Weird.

Update:
Brought the bug home last night and fired it up this morning in the barn to start troubleshooting it.
Problem #1 - no oil pressure showing on the gauge! Swapped out the electric sending unit for a mechanical (tube) gauge to verify pressure. 40lbs at idle. Good to go.

Problem #2 - There is a fuel issue. The engine requires pumping the accelerator or choking as it warms up to keep it running. I am convinced it is the preheat tubes being clogged as the carb becomes ICE cold shortly after starting and the tubes are warm only about 1/3 of the way up toward the carb.

Problem #3 - Got one cylinder burnin' oil. Doesn't start until the engine has been running about 3 - 4 minutes. A little weird, but not a big deal on a bug no matter what it is.

Problem #4 - oil cooler and roof scoop are not in the car. Gotta call the PO and have it shipped.....




Forgive my being cryptic here, but something is afoot. I will not discuss any plans in greater detail, but a pending acquisition lies below.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Jeff Cooper on Failure To Stop

The shooter was named Mike Rouseau(sp) and was using a 9x19, commonly referred to as a 9mm parabellum, or simply as a "nine" in the hood.

In Jeff Cooper's words:
As time passes we discover that there are a good many readers who have not been to school and who are puzzled by our reference to "The Mozambique Drill."

I added The Mozambique Drill to the modern doctrine after hearing of an experience of a student of mine up in Mozambique when that country was abandoned. My friend was involved in the fighting that took place around the airport of Laurenco Marquez. At one point, Mike turned a corner was confronted by a terrorist carrying an AK47. The man was advancing toward him at a walk at a range of perhaps 10 paces. Mike, who was a good shot, came up with his P35 and planted two satisfactory hits, one on each side of the wishbone. He expected his adversary to drop, but nothing happened, and the man continued to close the range. At this point, our boy quite sensibly opted to go for the head and tried to do so, but he was a little bit upset by this time and mashed slightly on the trigger, catching the terrorist precisely between the collar bones and severing his spinal cord. This stopped the fight.

Upon analysis, it seemed to me that the pistolero should be accustomed to the idea of placing two shots amidships as fast as he can and then being prepared to change his point of aim if this achieves no results. Two shots amidships can be placed very quickly and very reliably and they will nearly always stop the fight providing a major-caliber pistol is used and the subject is not wearing body armor.

However, simply chanting "two in the body, one in the head" oversimplifies matters, since it takes considerably longer to be absolutely sure of a head shot than it does to be quite sure of two shots in the thorax. The problem for the shooter is to change his pace, going just as fast as he can with his first pair, then, pausing to observe results or lack thereof, he must slow down and shoot precisely. This is not easy to do. The beginner tends to fire all three shots at the same speed, which is either too slow for the body shots or too fast for the head shot. This change of pace calls for concentration and coordination which can only be developed through practice.


This technique is also commonly referred to as "Body Armor Defeat" and I can imagine a 9x19 makes like a BB gun against the stuff while a .45, though not penetrating at all, will often introduce sternum to spinal column yielding at least temporarily satisfactory results.

I have to add here that the ongoing century spanning experiment with handguns chambered for one .38 caliber cartridge or another of one is surely by now conclusive in the negative. With the possible exception of the .357 and .38 super.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Bee Extermination

The Redneck Way

Or you can leave a running vacuum cleaner hose near where they enter end exit. Takes about a week, but they eventually all fly too close and get sucked into the vacuum of doom. You will probably have to empty every day depending on how optimally you place the end of the hose. Works like a charm. My neighbor killed off a huge hive living under his crawl space this way; he blocked all the exits (vents) except one and placed the hose there.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Warning

Don't drink anything while viewing. You will snort it through your nose.