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Wear in the clutch gear cushions can also cause shifting problems.

They will work ,its just a bitch getting the hose over the water pump side cover fitting.I must of fought with that fucker for 30 mins.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number & dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Joe. Could I please speak with Donna Carter?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right damned number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Donna's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the "wrong" number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" & hung up. I wrote his number down with the word "asshole" next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up & yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole" calling would have to stop. So, I called his number & said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID program?" He yelled "NO!" & slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back & said, "That's because you're an asshole!" and hung up. One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off & pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn & yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" He said, "Yes, it is." I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in front." I asked, "What's your name?" He said, "My name is 'Don Hansen," I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" He said, "I'm home every evening after five." I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" He said, "Yes?" I said, "Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and & added his number to my speed dial too. Now, when I have a problem, I have to assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called asshold #1. He said, "Hello." I said, "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up). He said, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah". He screamed, "Stop calling me!" I said, "Make me!" He asked, "Who are you?" I said, "My name is Don Hansen." He said "Where do you live?" I said, "Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler. I have a black Beamer parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm so scared, asshole," & hung up. Then I called Asshole #2. He said, "Hello?" I said, "Hello, asshole". He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." I said, " You'll what?" He exclaimed, "I'll kick your ass," I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up & immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd in Fairfox & that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax. I quickly got into my car & headed over to Fairfax.l I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in fron of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter & surrounded by a news crew. NOW I feel much better. Anger management really does work!

I could use just the fronts.

There is also a choke tube between the carbs that goes from one carb to the other.

BINGO

Do it right the fist time and get some skat -traks,every other sand tire is inferior

I met a guy this weekend that was running ported blaster reed cages on his 4 mill stroker .I know that the blaster reed cage is quite a bit larger than the shee,but I never thought about running them.Anyone ever tried them?

Spray fenders with armorall or finish 2000 and let drip dry.It will shine better than a diamond in a goats ass.

Small improvements add up,but I didn't notice much difference at all from just milling the head. Maybe a tad more on the bottom end if any.

> > To give you some background information, Rex, the > > author of this email, is in his mid 40's about 6'4 and > > 220 lbs and contrary to this story, he is quite an > > intelligent person. > > > > Dear Friends, > > > > My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this > > earth will be Something akin to "Well, I have out done > > myself once again." No doubt you will see this true > > story chronicled in a Life Time movie in the near > > future. Here goes. > > > > Last weekend I spied something at the Pawn shop that > > tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" > > is easily tickled.) I bought something really cool for > > my wife. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I > > was looking for a little something extra for my sweet > > girl. > > > > What I came across was a 100,000-volt, > > pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of > > you who are not familiar with this product, it is a > > less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs > > designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of > > high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee > > to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, > > with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, > > but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. > > You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb tattooed > > assailant, push the button, and it will render him a > > slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, > > pencil-neck geek. > > > > > > If you've never seen one of these things in action, > > then you're truly missing out-way too cool! > > > > Long story short, I bought the device and brought it > > home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and > > pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. > > Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' > > directions), I found much to my chagrin that this > > particular model would not create an arch between the > > prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. > > I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and > > pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the > > blue arch of electricity darting back and forth > > between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I > > did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, > > and a loud pop!!! > > > > > > > > Yipeeeeee . I'm easily amused, just for your > > information, but I have yet to explain to her what > > that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. > > > > Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking > > to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only > > two triple-A batteries, etc., etc. > > > > There I sat in my recliner, my dog looking on intently > > (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that > > would be me, not the dog) and thinking that I really > > needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood > > target. I must admit I thought about zapping the dog > > for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. > > She is such a sweet pup, after all. > > > > > > > > > > But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to > > protect herself against a mugger, I did want some > > assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I > > wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to > > me at the time. So, there I sat in a pair of shorts > > and a tank top with my reading glasses perched > > delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one > > hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a > > one-second burst would shock and disorient your > > assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause > > muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a > > three-second burst would purportedly make your > > assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. > > All the while I'm looking at this little device > > (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in > > circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two > > itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "no > > friggin' way!" > > > > Friggin'way - trust me, but I'm getting ahead of > > myself. What happened next is almost beyond > > description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who > > know me well have got a pretty good idea of what > > followed. I'm sitting there alone, the dog looking on > > with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do > > it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such > > a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad > > (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, > > wouldn't you agree?). > > > > I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for > > the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is > > like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious > > that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though > > it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?) I > > touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the > > button, and HOLY ********!!!! > > > > I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the > > front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then > > body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I > > vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal > > position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be > > found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my > > body in the oddest position. The dog was standing over > > me making sounds I had never heard before, licking my > > face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, > > do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug > > yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution.) There is > > no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap > > yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing > > until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent > > thrashing about on the floor. > > > > Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the > > prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.) > > SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I > > can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this > > point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), > > sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses > > were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get > > there??? > > > > My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still > > twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with > > Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or > > take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure. By the way, has > > anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm > > offering a reward. > > They're round, rather large. Miss 'em ...... sure > > would like to get'em back. > >

Contact Billy Holt at www.wrhracing.com he specializes in the minis

http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/Chevrolet-C...596682123QQrdZ1 good deal scroll down to check out the engine

This week I am switching over from a vented air box with a k&n to a toomey 2 into 1 filter.Now I am running 280 mains,after looking on the toomey website they say to run with 280 mains with the 2 into 1 filter.Seems like I should have to increase the main size at least a couple of sizes. Any suggestions? thanks Mark

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Is this Buff? If it is, you should get some heavy duty shit to hold you big fuckin ass

I had an eton 90 for a couple of years and didn't have any trouble.Might try atv source kid quads forums they have alot of good info on the minis.Unless polaris has changed,their minis were basically the same as the rest of the chinese minis,just a different name.

Luke does excellent work from what I have seen and heard about him.

At first I doubted that you had 90hp but now that I read your list of add ons it has to be the boost bottle and boysen reeds that gets you up in the 90hp range

who is the builder?

That nasty bitch is bakin bread up in that mother fucker, tell you're buddy take his yeast infection having ass girlfriend to the Doctor

Whats the percent you owe ebay when selling something?Just think if that fucking swingarm got boosted up to about two or three grand.

Same thing happened to me I ended up dropping one tooth on the back sprocket