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You guys better STEP it UP......Im loosing you in the SWEEPS!!!!!! :p biggrin :p laugh

Ok,,,,, Did you happen to notice anything like this???? If so you need to get yourself Something like this..... However,,,,Seeing that you are still experiencing this problem you might have something like this little Guy lurking.....If this is the Case I say you just might have to live with the Squeak.....

WHERE is the Squeeking coming From???? Front, Rear,, All Around??? How about your Swingarm Bolt....Did you pull that and Check your Bearings???? Grease them??? If Grease doesnt help them then I would say order some New Bushings and it wouldnt hurt to order new Swinger Bearings if your going to go as far as Removing the bolt.. Other than that I dont know what to tell ya.. When you do all this,,,,Just be sure to hold your Tongue Right and everything should be fine.....This maneuver usually helps mebiggrin

Exactly WHAT did you try????

Sorry,,,,,I just checked the Results......He missed 4th by 2 pts....cursing So 5th out of 6 riders isnt too bad considering they are all 8 and 9 and he just turned 5blink biggrin Oh and BTW.....Doug called me last night....Put the Carb on and she Fired right up and Idled and Revved just Fine.....thumbup

And this is Willie of Willie's Moto World.....He was out testing his 125 Typhoon....He also used to Race Trikes back in the early 80'sthumbup tongue thumbup

The Series Ended Last night.....He was Fourth in Points after 8 Motos......biggrin He didnt get a Trophy but he did get a Medal.....He was Stokedlovestruck Here are some pictures that I shot..... And the bigger Kids

I think you will find that it isnt the Shock itself but the Rubber Bushings in the Shock Mounting points....Or,,,If it is Prevelent in the Rear of the Bike it could be your Swinger Bolt Bearings or the likes...Hope that Helps....

If I do that then I will have to Log in Everywhere again wont it.....Im not sure I can handle thatbiggrin Plus.....I dont know how to do that......cursing

Thanks for looking Chopper....... However,,,,,I went over to Willies Moto World today (where Garrett Races) I was talking with Willie (Did I ever mention that he is an OL SCHOOL Trike Racer??)thumbup He sells the Typhoons....He wants me to Bring the TRX90 in After the Season Ends tonight, Well actually after we get back from Pismo....and he wants to adapt the Front and Rear end off of one of the 125 Typhoons to our Quad and start selling Kits...With Elka Suspension and all....lovestruck He also told me he can get those new Trikes....lovestruck I wanted to give him a REACH AROUND right then and therebiggrin Anyway,,,,Ill keep you all up to date on the Research and Development of this....I hope it goes Wellbiggrin blink

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!! He is Fine now...He has had something for about a month now....Finally came to a head this week and the Doc finally gave him something for it....Now Im Getting Sick.....cursing So I just took another Day off....Got be well for Vacation next weekbiggrin Im looking for a Complete 300EX front end to throw on the TRX90 right now....Any leads???blink biggrin Oh,,,,and thanks for asking about the Kidthumbup

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Heck if I know..... Javascript is enabled.....I can go to the other Chat rooms..... Netscape ring a Bell....Im just Guessing....How do I find the Answers Obi One??? biggrin

Hey Chopper,,,, Since Im home today with a Sick Kid I thought I would go through a Few Helmet Cam Videos that I shot a Few yrs ago at Pismo..... Since I had to Resize and Compress them to get them on the internet the Quality was a Bit comprimized but this ought to be Good enough to Piss you off some morebiggrin Me on my 350X and my Buddy on his 85 T3 Pismo

Ive clicked it several times now and I still get the Same thing.....blink

I need to know For SURE what days you plan on being there BIOTCH!!!!!biggrin Im sure I can Con a Few of my Crew to Show.....Im not too sure about the people here though....cursing Its all within Reach but seems like they just cant Grasp it:p There is just nothing like a ROOST in the Sandthumbup

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The Live Chat thingy doesnt work for me....Says page cannot be foundangry I dont know anything about my Puter so I cannot answer the Tech Questions.... I think it loggs me in when I come in.....blink I never go to my page or anything I just come to the fourms..... Also,,,,When you do that Video page.....What is the File Size going to be???? I hope its more than 100mg....Everything off my Helmet Cam is in the GB's.... biggrin

Warn Winch goes to the Oregon Dunes....Just some of the places we ride up there....FREAKIN BEAUTIFUL..... Cant wait to get to Pismobiggrin http://www.warn.com/atv/snipplets/images/574/fishers_atv_world-1.wmv

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WIFE VS. HUSBAND A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?" "Yep," the wife replied , "in-laws UNDERSTANDING WOMEN (A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE) I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out b y the root, and still be afraid of a spider. W O R D S A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?" CREATION A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid an d so beautiful all at the same time. " The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you! WHO DOES WHAT A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee." The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee ." Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee." Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me." So she fetched the Bible, and opene d the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.........."HEBREWS"

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife? A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this Story: Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100 000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni 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, right?!! There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. 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? 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, and taser 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 major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. 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 triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS _DESTRUCTION!@$$!%_ I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing 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 taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A-... that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs .I'm still looking for my testicles? I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return. Still in shock, Earl

A crusty old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a tavern and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads: CHEESEBURGER: $1.50 CHICKEN SANDWICH : $2.50 HANDJOB: $10.00 Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and beckons to one of the three exceptionally attractive women serving drinks to a meager looking group of farmers. "Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?" "I was wondering," whispers the biker, "are you the young lady who gives the hand-jobs?" "Yes," she purrs, "I am." The old biker replies, "Well wash your hands, I want a cheeseburger. " __________________

One evening a man was at home watching TV and eating peanuts. He'd toss them in the air, then catch them in his mouth. In the middle of catching one, his wife asked him a question, and as he turned to answer her, a peanut fell in his ear. He tried and tried to dig it out but succeeded in only pushing it in deeper. He called his wife for assistance, and after hours of trying they became worried and decided to go to the hospital. As they were ready to go out the door, their daughter came home with her date. After being informed of the problem, their daughter's date said he could get the peanut out. The young man told the father to sit down, then proceeded to shove two fingers up the father's nose and told him to blow hard. When the father blew, the peanut flew out of his ear. The mother and daughter jumped and yelled for joy. The young man insisted that it was nothing and the daughter took th e young man out to the kitchen for something to eat. Once he was gone, the mother turned to the father and said, "That's so wonderful! Isn't he smart? What do you think he's going to be when he grows older?" The father replied, "From the smell of his fingers, our son-in-law."