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I heard that!  I have a mrs kaceyk2, and she was getting very romantic the other day, she was looking at her wedding dress in the wardorbe, (waste of money she only wore it the once)
She said "Wouldnt it be romantic if I was buried in my wedding dress when I die?"

I said "you better die of some sort of wasting desease then, cos thats the only way you will fit into that again"   Here is a video featuring mrs kaceyk2 bog snorkelling in Wales. (she is the one with angel wings)

Rupert, was that your mistress going first?  There is not an awfull lot to do in Wales, I must admit.Bog Snorkelling Championships In Wales

Sometimes I am astounded by learning something new.
Thought I would share this with you.
My rally car building and driver neighbour showed me a magic trick to bleed bike brakes.
Take the claiper off the fork leg, and put a piece of wood inbetween the pads.
Get it held up in the air HIGHER than the master cyclinder on the handlebars.
Then do the bleeding, the air bubbles will now rise to where you want them to rise too....... The bleed nipple!
This really works well.

Tip no. TWo:  Use silicone brake fluid, it will polish chrome and paint work instead of wrecking and stripping it, well worth the extra couple of quid. It's purple, and goes in er, (sweary word coming up avert your eyes)
harleys.
there said it, but I did use a lower case h.

Hope this helps.

I haven't got perfect eyesight, but for things like this, my misses short sightedness is excellent, she says, he MAY have undies on OR dark pubes. I have tried to stop thinking about it, and am very glad i didn't buy that mudgaurd.
Well spotted dude!! lol.

Hya Bro, when you say you got two litres out of the sump, is that just from undoing the sump plug?
Or did you take the oil filter and container off from the front of the motor and count the oil that came out of that too?
The whole system has a three litre capacity, and if you found two litres in your sump, then I would cetainly check out the check valve and pump.
These old girls have a dry sump system, Furthermore 10/40 oil is recomended. (those restrictors are pretty small for oil that is too thick on a winters day!)
Drain the oil tank, and give it a clean out whilst you are at it, this never hurts, especially if you suspect the oil of being dodgy or smelling funny.

Check the oil pump/ and or check valve out in a meticulously clean enviroment, do it methodically, and keep everything scrupously clean... Imagine your work area is going to be for a surgeon to operate on you, and you wont go far wrong!

Any probs, report back.. have you got a manual?

I thought I better point out, I am not at the last of the summer wine age just yet!!  just looking ahead in advance.
making a list of stuff you dont want to waste your time doing is an excellent Idea, so here is my list, it is provisional though and I reserve the right to alter it at any given moment.
Kaceyk2's list of stuff he doesn't want to waste time on doing:

(1.) Shopping.
(2.) Anything to do with shoes.
(3.) Waiting for stuff. ( or competeing with fat welsh girls in jumble sales)
(4.) Mowing the lawn, it just grows again anyway.
(5.) Cleaning stuff that isn't shiny. ( that includes, me, the house I live in and mrs kaceyk2)
(6.) Telling the people in Mac donalds that I don't want a "meal deal" just a big mac and large fries. (this wastes loads of time)
(7.) Keeping an eye on the graveyard. ( If it's going to happen it will, and besides, I have labelled all the items in our house that can be used as weapons)
(8.) Commenting on television programs, I can save four hours and sixteeen mins per day by not doing this.
(9.) Sleeping, this wastes 3/4 of my day for no gain.
(10.)  Imagining that one day I may win the lottery, I won't and this wastes a further 1 hour 11 mins per day.
(11.) waiting patiently for mrs. Kaceyk2 to suggest girl on girl action, again three hours per day I could spend more productively.
(12.) Looking through the television guide for something worth watching, 1 hour and fourteen mins per day wasted in vain.

Got a nice pair of towers should you need. ( of a late K8 and in great shape)
sad to hear this happened to a new built motor, theres a lesson for all here, at the very least blow an airline through the towers with some oil before fitting and check the oil is coming out where it should be?

Guys something else here, I have seen folks on two stroke forums say this as well and it is pure rubbish,
Do not add two stroke oil to fuel to "give things an easy time " It has the opposite effect.

If you water your fuel down with two stroke oil, your still sucking the same amount of air in, but now with LESS fuel, you have just given your newly built motor a weak mixture, which makes it run HOT, this is EXACTLY what you didn't want to be doing. Especially so to a motor that is still tight.

The same applies to newly built two stroke motors, it will make them run Weak and therefore HOtter, and with a newly built motor, bad news.

Suzuki, for instance NEVER had the autolube pump set higher for run in periods, this is just plain wrong, right from straight out of the crate, it was set where it always should be, take a screw out of the left hand carb, when the throttle is opened till the dot shows, it should line up with a marker on the pump.
This is how they came brand new out of the crate.
 Two strokes /four strokes the same rule applies: add two stroke oil to the fuel, it will run weak and therefore hotter.

I think one of the main differences between men and women manifests itself in the interest value of shopping.

If I want a pen, I will go into the very first shop that may sell pens and ask outright "got any cheap pens?" if the shopkeeper says "yes" and he isn't lying, and they are cheap, and he proves instantly that the pen works, I buy it and go.

However. Mrs Kaceyk2  does something different,
She goes into the stationary shop, checks out every pen, makes a mental note, then leaves without any pen.   She then goes into every shop she knows that sell pens and does the same.
Then she peruses all the shops that MAY sell an occasional pen.
Then all the shops that are not likely to sell pens but that may surprise her with an unexpected writing implement.
Then, and only then does she make a shortlist of the most adequate and cost effective pen.
having got her shortlist, she re-visits those lucky establishments, to re-check her findings.

while this is happening, I have lost the will to live again, and have gone to the only cafe in town where you can still have a brew and a ciggerette, but have to sit outside on the naughty boys bench.

When mrs kaceyk2 has reviewed her original shortlist, made a couple of revisions to the list, and thoroughly investigated every pen on the shortlist, she may then possibly buy one OR decide she doesn't like any of them enough to buy one today, and we will "see what they have in town on Saturday"

IF, and I say IF, it is my lucky day mrs.kaceyk2 will join me at the cafe with a small paper bag in her hand that contains a pen.
It does not end there, as all the way home she will fiddle with the pen and inspect it in an almost disaproving way, and then ask me "do you think it's OK?"

I have never answered these sort of questions with anything other than "yes, of course, i think it's a beautifull pen, such a lovely colour that suits your clothing and  matches your eyes, and looks ever so comfortable to use"
"No sweet, of course I am not 'just saying that'"
Sometimes,
When mrs kaceyk2 arrives at the cafe with (or without) an item like a pen, and I ask her if she wants a coffee,  she says, "yes a quick one because I have seen some shoes that......"

Gentlemen, I give you Mrs. Kaceyk2's shoe shopping exploits:   No, really , you can f, in well guess just how bad that gets for your selfs. Actually, I bet there is no Guessing involved.
But apart from that:

Four hours in TK max + three in british homestores/marks and sparks + Two more wandering round clares accessories, Must be worth at least four "goes" on the lady bumps, but to expect us to show any interest in perusing clothes or shoe shopping , I reckon has to count as "extras"

In the 1970's , If I remember right, it was easier, If the girlies did do shopping, then it must have been done in secret, If they wanted a lift to or from the pub, they brought a helmet, if they wanted a drink in the pub, they bought you one too.
They fed the jukebox whilst you played pool, and asked what music you wanted on.
Something has obviously "gone wrong"

I don't solely blame programs on the telly like Sex in the city, but have noted how this program over-emphasises the importance of shoes.

And that can have disasterous consequences for those poor souls expected to stand around and watch the female of the species trying to aquire what she believes may be essential to her continued happiness.

If there was an advert on the telly that said "man shoes" "come and peruse all of our man shoes...at the biggest man shoe shop in your area"  we would avoid it like the plauge, not because we feared it may have "village people" conotations, but because if the boots we have are Okay and not leaking or the sole doesn't need gluing on again, then why the hell do we want any other footwear?

Usually, if I polish my boots they are Ok again. Once a lace snapped, and I thought I would have to go all round town, looking for new footwear, but fortunately I made do with a length of green garden twine for a few weeks. I was quite happy with the green garden twine, it was strong and ultimately replaceable, AND I had a big ball of it...
But O no, mrs.kaceyk2 decided one day (whilst we were out food shopping in Asda which is bad enough)
that she would have "a quick look around town while we are here for some boot laces because you need some"
These are the sort of tricks girlies play, going into town for one thing, and then surprising you with a "while we are here I will just"

Needless to say, I went to the cafe with the naughty boys bench outside and sat there for a couple of hours waiting for a pair of bootlaces to arrive that I didn't want that much in the first place, for me it was a simple equation, 
How happy am I with the green twine, divided by hours I dont want to spend looking round shops where i might be required to give opinions ad hoc on girlie items, Times the amount of bootlaces I may be required to measure to see if they were long enough, multiplied by the shops I am not allowed to smoke in, X the lack of caffeine lost during the hunt for unwanted bootlaces.

I think you may have got me started................













 

Thanks guys these are excellent real life accounts, just the sort of thing I was looking for..
It is a very odd and strange phenomenom, and very interesting, I guess it shows a very much unexplored and not at all understood part of what the human mind can and does do.
thanks.