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Had to replace the front suspension to match the rear. To get to the dampeners you have to remove the endlinks, which were shot. I suppose 28 years will kill rubber... So I tossed in some Rancho dampeners, and I ordered a Rancho 5000 Steering Stabilizer which.... won't fucking fit. After screwing around with an Amazon seller who fucking returned it to me and refused a refund because I'd "opened it" I ordered an Old Man Emu unit out of... 'Straylia. It drives sooooooo much different.... honestly it drives nicer than the last new car I bought in 2015...

Doesn't matter, the polls are clearly crap. Hopefully.... it's the dude that's married to his grandma.

Yeah, no fapping for weeks.... My worst one was my right knee.... every time the tattoo needle hit the titanium in there... my vision would go white. Got it done though. 5 hours, I like it, but knee tattoos are weird.

The prophecy of the python is upon us. I'd have never guessed there'd be legions of these people rioting in the streets.

Yeah, so, I umm... know... some UC Berk faculty. Long story as to why, it's boring as fuck so I won't bother telling it. Spoke to one on the phone after Gavin McInnis gave Ann Coulter's speech at MLK park on campus. He told me "I've never felt so violated. I couldn't even believe that hate speech like this is acceptable here." So.... someone said some stuff in a park you didn't like? That makes you feel "violated"..... I invited him on my next 'trip'. Perhaps a wider understanding of the world would help. However if you spout that fucking SJW nonsense in places I go to... the person you're calling a racist fascist might introduce you to Stalin's methods of communism...

I'd like to pull my valve cover and polish it. I know.... it's like sprinkling glitter on dogshit... buuuuut it's my dog shit. A bike is up next though. I need to finish up some maintenance on my Toyota, then I'll rotate the Datsun back in to install parts from Gato and Hobo.

Have it ready for home defense. Or, carry it in a backpack/sling bag. I see it a lot with under folder AK's, take down AR's, and bull pups.

It was popular in Glock and Sig for police for a while after the North Hollywood shooting. .40 S&W won the war for caliber supremacy. As far as selling guns though, Glock had some help from strippers selling guns..... so a LOT of major departments made deals to sell guns. So the Glock 22 became big shit. However, it's been difficult to stay on board. Old cops like me remember the push to get rifles, better handguns, and armor that came out of that one shooting. Say what you'd like about Glock, but they've saved my life more than once.... As far as what anyone else carries, carry what you shoot/practice with the most. If you Quick Draw a Colt SAA every weekend, carry one. If you shoot a .455 Webley Ofc Revolver and practice with it, or a .454 Casull, carry it. When you NEED it to work, you NEED your hands to be on autopilot so your brain can be making the SHOULD decisions.

My neighbor has one, with some kind of turbo shit going on. It's pretty tail happy on boost.

How dare you use a gender pronoun.... They/Its are the new his/hers... .

I've seen this colored beast. It needs to slip into that 521. The paint came out perfect.

I'd say the guy was worth it in your case. I've found a few shops that can do it here. So I'll just go that route.

Another ratsun back on the roads because of this thread.

If it's not that spring... call Ghost Adventures. Maybe it's a poltergeist... you'll need a priest.. or maybe Constantine. At least you could ask it to push if you break down.

So that's a yes to sending millions more? I tell you what, we can round them all up and march them all from Perth to Alice Springs. Well tell them it's a Reality TV Series....

Seriously.. four days I have 100 of these stories. When I was abroad ten years ago it didn't seem like I ran into a lot of totally clueless people. I would find some third world, the slaves the Qataris use to build US military bases for instance, a lot of them couldn't read or write English or Arabic. But they still could do something.... like survive. These kids are completely clueless..... I'm sure I could find some half wits in Australia though.... you gotta have a similar percentage of NEETS in your country. Although it just seems like more Australian kids I run into (anyone under 25 is a 'kid' to me) have at least been in a proper fist fight. To even out the odds, I'd like to personally mail you a few million SJWs. I'll tell them it's "reparations" for the meat they consumed before they went vegan. Put them on a cattle ship, and let them row from San Francisco to Perth and then have them hike to Alice Springs. That should sufficiently thin the herd.

Yeah I'm gonna pull it tomorrow and go from there. I read the reviews on American, so I'll try them. Text cash price.

Aaaaand..... my radiator is fucked... so I'll be taking it in to get it recored later this week. A cursory google search on here and for replacements shows me... that you just need to suck it up and actually have it professionally repaired.

Sure, just text me with a time after 3p.

What's the difference? These are all 79' L20B distributors... but... which one goes to my engine? Does it matter?

So... someone *cough* Gato *cough* got me prodded back into this. After failing to make my 620 run properly to make it to Gatoland, I started trolling the fuck out of the Weber 32/36 carb threads to find out why my shit ran terribly. Turns out my vacuum advance was only marginally attached carb to distributor. I suppose that's important. So I hooked it up properly and went for a test drive. It still runs like its anemic. So I hit up the Gato father and found some shit... Apparently not having your alternator tight can limit stuff....and make clicking noises.... while it chews on your fan... When in doubt check the basics... you know, for things out of the ordinary.... Im sure this is absolutely not attributing to the "where does my oil go" problem... at all...

Very nice! After seeing your progress I decided to try to make some. I trolled THE F*** out of this forum until I figured out why my carb wasn't working, only to find A LOT of other problems thanks to gato. My attempt at upholstery failed... epically... so I'll be taking my seat into a pro soon. Yours came out very well.

Oh no... that was OUR WHOLE DAMN DAY... yesterday. He "came out of the bush" to them about coming from a British penal colony. It was some of the funniest, fucked up, shit I've ever experienced in a Ju-Jitsu school. I was laughing hard enough I figured I'd need to book a room at hospital today. I have a couple ribs I broke fighting years ago that popped outta place because of his firehose of bullshit. Especially since their counter point is that "we've never been a penal colony".... seriously? The Brits never sent convicts to 'Merica? Sorry little bastards got that line handed to them. But the "thank God 'Straylia wasn't settled by the fucking Puritans" line about put me into apoplexy. The problem I had with it was that these 5 idiots just kept parroting back shit that was totally wrong. A foreign Army member knows more about the US THAN FIVE FUCKS THAT HAVE NEVER BEEN OUT OF ITS BOARDERS. The other part that I couldn't stop laughing was that he called some Sheila he knows and woke her up and she, although very annoyed, knew more about world history than these 5 twats combined. They should be glad random Sheila wasn't in the school because I'm pretty sure she'd have fed them their gi's... Also... when a white belt chokes out a brown belt consistently... you're not a real brown belt. But whatever. It was a fucking blast. I couldn't possibly keep up with this dude though, I'm feeling my age and injuries. But hilarious times. Learned a lot, trolled a shitload of people in person with my newly minted white belt and taught some BASIC fucking geography. Seriously... there's only 7 fucking continents.... it's not THAT much to remember. He explained the gun laws a bit and they're just fucking crazy. I couldn't live in Australia because of them. Mostly because I'd want an M79 to deal with the "friendly" local arachnids in northern Australia.

50-ish rattlers didn't phase'em.... aaaaaand I'm not exactly sober now. I've bear hunted many times and they're fucking impressive animals when you piss one off. Hard to find on limited time scales. If he were here another week I could introduce him to lots of furry fucks that would eat your face, but no spiders that eat snakes... or lizards that can eat water buffalo... or jellyfish that matter. There are some up here, but nothing nearly as dangerous in these waters as long as you have a dry suit to deal with the chill water. Apparently your gun laws are bullshit though.

They literally think anyone who speaks English with an accent is fuuuuucking British because they're incompetent cunts. We have them going really well now, but he's leaving to go back to the "butt fucking part of the bush". I just googled that and it doesn't appear to be the actual name of an Australian town.... but it's apparently some military base where they deal with a whole lot of nothing. Yeah, my friends mom sent him a picture of his dad bow hunting, what appeared to me, to be a house cat in New Zeland to prove that's actually a thing.... so he's gonna show off his dads treasure as a "favorite London urban hunt". Back to my fellow Americans... one person who's kind of looked up to as the Fueher of Douchebaggery decided Jeff sounded like a Brit... the end... no one questioned it. So apparently they are now convinced that Melbourne is in England.... seriously, I've been laughing about this the whole time. Jeffs played it so well they have no fucking clue. I'm literally just getting over my hangover from last night and it's 1730 hrs.... we drank and laughed about this until the sun came up, playing out various scenarios where we take these dickheads into the bush and have them drinking water buffalo piss believing it's a delicacy, in England. I wanna see those pictures on twitter. Especially since all of our plotting involved leaving them out there. The first time one of them made a comment about "English heat" I think I'd lose it. I did spend a few minutes finding a black widow spider, which is kind of a cousin to that cunt that eats snakes in Australia. He wasn't impressed, so we're gonna go find a rattlesnake den after he's done tonight. I think unless we stumble across a fucking bear though... I doubt he'll get his heart rate up. I'd really like to put an actual trip together to go train in Australia though, I think it would be fun. I'm gonna need to harden up my liver though.