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How to get food grease off of a fresh Gyeon Q2 coat?
2024.05.19 17:58 superprohero How to get food grease off of a fresh Gyeon Q2 coat?
I couldn't find an answer on Google or Reddit search,,,, I just buffed and detailed a black paint motorcycle and about 8 days ago applied Q2 Pure Evo and a couple hours later topped it with Can Coat. Stupid me cooked some hamburgers on a small portable grill in the shop a couple days after. The shop was filled with major smoke from the grill and now I noticed the entire bike has small spots all over it and when I try to wipe it off with a microfiber, it smears like it's hamburger grease that was floating in the air in the smoke and landed on the bike. It's not coming off with just a microfiber, just smearing. So other than cooking burgers OUTSIDE, What would be something safe to use that would cut the grease off but not the Can Coat or Q2? I'm going to use IPA on the chrome and re wax it. Boy I sure made a lot more work for myself. I appreciate any advice the community has to offer.
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2024.05.19 17:51 _mikazuki__ What's wrong with me (M22) when it comes to dating? Need advice
So I (M22) have been in 1 relationship (4Months) so far which also didn't work. And this was 3 years ago. I look decent (6'2 height n decent muscle structure), get compliments from people around me for my looks. I am not stupid, people have told me I have a air of credibility and responsibility around me and this gives off a really good first impression, even professors have said the same. I also have decent sense of humour if I match the vibes with them.
Since my last relationship, I wasn't ready for another one till January this year. From January this year I started to get a feeling that I am ready for a relationship and started looking for people from that perspective (whether they can be a good partner or not for me)
I met this girl (23F) in april 1st week (she had a bf). And we matched the vibes instantly. We would never run out of topics to talk about... Just random things out of nowhere. We were shockingly similar. Our family dynamics, our age difference with siblings, relatives, friends almost everything has been the same. The only difference in our upbringing is she's a girl and I'm a boy. There have been instances when she was telling about her family and I completed the story/ incident and vice-versa. We both played dare game... And gave embarrassing dares to each other (none of us faltered). We listen to the same songs, have same hobbies.... It's like carbon copy of mine.
We talked about what we looked in our ideal partner, what does our ideal family look like, and what not.... Again everything matched.
The night when I realised this we were on a beach (it's illegal to be on beach after midnight but we were there till sunrise) having drinks. I was too drunk at the moment but the next day my heartbeat increased, my face would get red n stuff whenever she's around... I became conscious of her presence. Soon we started holding hands when alone, she'll rest her chin on my shoulder on bike, she'll take my arm and put it on her shoulder, she'll bite me randomly (she likes it), she'll play with my hand & fingers, with my hair, & neck... She'll come and sit beside me in a group, rest her hand on me n all... All these things in public were limited to a certain level of intensity but when we were alone these small things would be more intense, we'll be so close as to hear each other's breath while playing with out hands and fingers n all. I asked about her current relationship but she didn't say anything on it... She just said it going, we'll see happens and decide accordingly, we don't have any plans n things along those lines
It took a week to process the feelings since it had been really long that I've had these feelings. Things didn't change untill last night (again on beach with drinks but still sober) I expressed my feelings for her. And she rejected me saying she has a bf and doesn't want to "ruin" her relationship.
When I asked about the special moments we shared and that I wanted those moments to keep happening, she just told that those moments weren't special for her.
I tried explaining that the level of similarities we have is not common to find... And these similarities in care values is what people search for their whole lives in their partner. In the end she didn't changed her mind.
It's understandable, she has a bf but then why did she did those gestures that are not common among friends. Her actions, expressions and gestures till that night told a different story than her words last night.
I'm just heartbroken now, I have to go through the whole process of healing from a heartbreak again, idk when I'll feel I'm ready again and idk what'll happen next. I was just looking for a decent person.
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Since my last relationship, I wasn't ready for another one till January this year. From January this year I started to get a feeling that I am ready for a relationship and started looking for people from that perspective (whether they can be a good partner or not for me)
I met this girl (23F) in april 1st week (she had a bf). And we matched the vibes instantly. We would never run out of topics to talk about... Just random things out of nowhere. We were shockingly similar. Our family dynamics, our age difference with siblings, relatives, friends almost everything has been the same. The only difference in our upbringing is she's a girl and I'm a boy. There have been instances when she was telling about her family and I completed the story/ incident and vice-versa. We both played dare game... And gave embarrassing dares to each other (none of us faltered). We listen to the same songs, have same hobbies.... It's like carbon copy of mine.
We talked about what we looked in our ideal partner, what does our ideal family look like, and what not.... Again everything matched.
The night when I realised this we were on a beach (it's illegal to be on beach after midnight but we were there till sunrise) having drinks. I was too drunk at the moment but the next day my heartbeat increased, my face would get red n stuff whenever she's around... I became conscious of her presence. Soon we started holding hands when alone, she'll rest her chin on my shoulder on bike, she'll take my arm and put it on her shoulder, she'll bite me randomly (she likes it), she'll play with my hand & fingers, with my hair, & neck... She'll come and sit beside me in a group, rest her hand on me n all... All these things in public were limited to a certain level of intensity but when we were alone these small things would be more intense, we'll be so close as to hear each other's breath while playing with out hands and fingers n all. I asked about her current relationship but she didn't say anything on it... She just said it going, we'll see happens and decide accordingly, we don't have any plans n things along those lines
It took a week to process the feelings since it had been really long that I've had these feelings. Things didn't change untill last night (again on beach with drinks but still sober) I expressed my feelings for her. And she rejected me saying she has a bf and doesn't want to "ruin" her relationship.
When I asked about the special moments we shared and that I wanted those moments to keep happening, she just told that those moments weren't special for her.
I tried explaining that the level of similarities we have is not common to find... And these similarities in care values is what people search for their whole lives in their partner. In the end she didn't changed her mind.
It's understandable, she has a bf but then why did she did those gestures that are not common among friends. Her actions, expressions and gestures till that night told a different story than her words last night.
I'm just heartbroken now, I have to go through the whole process of healing from a heartbreak again, idk when I'll feel I'm ready again and idk what'll happen next. I was just looking for a decent person.
2024.05.19 16:46 E_Latimer The old lady in the Bodega isn’t what she seems.
I think a lot about signals. Signals that show people what groups they belong to. Signals that hide the truth. Everybody uses signals to blend, entice, or trap.
Grandma Pearl died not long after her stroke, and I've been making bad decisions ever since. Maybe my expectations are too high, or I'm just an idiot. Either way, I ran away from the group home to be with people who called themselves my "family." They were the wrong people. They used the words family, brother, sister, and love like lock picks, stealing trust, and taking self-respect.
The only person I remember using the word family correctly was Grandma Pearl. She was a small woman who toured the US as an actress before settling with Granddad above their theatrical rentals shop. I was three when the car accident took Granddad and Mom, so I don't know if they used the word "family" correctly, but I hope they did.
I was never as outgoing as Grandma, but that didn't bother her; she taught me how to watch people. How to see their signals, and how to listen. When she died. I forgot a lot of those lessons for a while.
They called it a "family". The "family" moved product. That product could be goods, drugs, or people.
The uninitiated, like me, were distracted with food and a dry place to sleep, but it didn't take long to see behind the curtain. Things got too intense with the new "family" and I ran.
I ran back to my old neighborhood. The buildings were familiar even if my home was gone. The old theatrical shop had been turned into a microbrewery.
After an appropriate amount of self-pity, thirty minutes, I wandered the alleys, picking up cans or scavenging for bits and pieces that could be recycled, used, or bartered.
I recognized old faces, but I tried to stay out of sight. It was safer that way.
The only place I allowed myself to be seen was the old Lutheran church on the park's far side. Most people who might have known me had aged out of the congregation or died. It was worth the risk because St. Lazarus had a food pantry in the basement and gave out lunches most days, so I wasn't always hungry, which was nice.
I found a dry spot near the library to sleep, which seemed like a stroke of luck until it wasn't.
I had the contentment that came with being in a familiar place. Little bits of comfort let me believe, for a moment, that I wasn't a screw-up and hadn't trusted the wrong people. That moment scurried away when Stick found me.
Stick was a scary asshole. He technically wasn't in charge of the " family," but he made it work. He got things done. I have no idea how old he was. He was all corded muscle and could clock in between twenty and fifty. He looked half-starved and moved like a stalking predator, even with his limp.
His left leg was stiff. The knee didn't bend, and anytime he sat, his left leg would be splayed to the side like a kickstand on a bike. The leg was why he walked with a cane. The cane and how he used it was why we called him Stick.
I don't know why he took the time to track me down. It's not like I was wanted. Maybe it was that I had become property. Property shouldn't just wander off.
Sometimes, you feel a person before you see them. The air is different. When Stick was around, the air felt dead and motionless. I knew I was being watched before I opened my eyes.
Stick was sitting on a milk crate, his bad leg cocked to the side and his forehead resting on his cane. I pushed myself out from beneath the ductwork of the HVAC unit I had been sleeping under and slapped the dirt off my jeans.
"I thought that was you," Stick said as his sharp grin curved up to his unblinking dark eyes.
Stick wanted my discomfort. I'd seen him play the intimidation game too many times. He'd act too friendly, and then when you were good and worried, quick movements, a hand around the back of your neck, and violence would be next. Then he'd act like the whole mind fuck was a big joke, like you were friends, and isn't it great that you can joke around with someone who "really" cared.
It worked, too. If you were the unfortunate focus of Stick's attention, you would be grateful when he smiled and said, "Just a joke, kid. Don't be so sensitive." I'd seen the pattern enough times to know Stick trained people like dogs with his hot and cold game. I didn't like the game, or the fear, so I changed the pattern.
"Hey, Stick, did you come to help pick up cans?" I asked, making sure my smile reached my eyes. I was trying to be pleasant while ignoring the burning nervousness in my gut.
It was still dark out, but I could see Stick's expressions well enough.
Stick tapped his cane on the sidewalk and squinted at me skeptically before answering. "Just checking on my little brother."
We were not related.
Stick liked to call the uninitiated his little brothers or little sisters. He forced intimacy into his language. I didn't argue the point. Interactions went best with Stick when you agreed with everything he said.
"Thanks, man," I complimented, trying to sound genuine and ignorant as I stepped forward and offered him my hand.
Stick didn't move, but I could see that this conversation wasn't going as planned for him, and I forced myself not to react to his confusion. I couldn't break character, or he would know I was playing him.
Stick tapped his cane on the ground twice, grasped my hand, and stood. He watched me. I held his stare, but in an open, naive, guileless way that I had perfected in front of the mirror as grandma gave acting advice while she put her face on.
I once asked Grandma Perl why anyone would practice acting stupid. She pointed her mascara brush at me and, in her ditsiest Minnesota Nice character, said, "It's easier to be forgiven when people think you're a little dumb, don't ya know?" Like with most things, Grandma was right.
Before I understood what had happened, Stick pulled me into his side and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"You don't have a name yet. Everyone gets a name, but they don't get to pick it." He paused and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. "I have a name for you, little brother. You are going to be called Slide." Then he held my chin and forced eye contact." Your name will be Slide because I have never seen anyone slide out of shit faster than you. I can't tell if you do it on purpose or not, and I've been watching. I watch everybody. You do, too. Hell, this might be the first time I've ever heard you talk. So let's celebrate your name, Slide." Stick's smile slipped as he pulled me out of the alley. "We'll go do something special."
I stayed silent, knowing full well what was coming. Being named meant doing something you could never take back. It was public and would put you in prison if the police ever took the time to look for you. It meant severing yourself from your life before and relying entirely on the "family." I had been absent each time naming seemed to be in the cards, but I couldn't duck out this time.
There was only one place to go at this time of night that would have an impact, the Bodega.
The Bodega was a red hole in the wall with a glass door papered over with grocery ads years outdated. Canned salmon two for one seemed to be the dominant theme. Although there were two large windows, one on either side of the door, you could barely see in. The right window was a tapestry of cigarette promotions. The left window displayed the only swath of uncovered glass with a view of the interior. From the outside, the view was of tobacco, lottery scratchers, and Old Lady Imitari.
Old Lady Imitari owned the store. She was a short, dark-haired woman who always wore a long floral tank top. Grandma Pearl loved the old woman but said Imitari looked like an old man's thumb all the years she had known her, and Grandma moved to the neighborhood with Grandad thirty years ago. Imitari was a local legend even then because the Bodega was open twenty hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year, and no one else worked in the store. Grandma used to make an extra strong coffee called Barako and chat with Imitari sometimes when work in the shop was slow.
I would sneak out at night and try to catch Imitari sleeping. No matter the time, I never caught her snoozing, and she always saw me peeking at her through the window. I know she saw me because she would uncross her arms and wave her flyswatter at me.
All these memories flicked through my mind as Stick smiled his too-wide smile and pushed me into the Bodega.
Imitari flicked her fly swatter at me in acknowledgment, and her attention returned to the small TV she had nestled beside the cash register, which seemed to be the old woman's only real tether to the world outside her shop.
The inside of the Bodega was just a long hallway with shelves of convenience foods, drinks, home supplies, candy, and cold meds covering every available surface from floor to ceiling. The only break in the tunnel of products was the glass counter at the back corner of the store; Imitari presided over her mini domain by casually ignoring her shoppers. I tried to make eye contact with the old woman again as Stick pushed me to the back of the shop, but after her initial acknowledgment of our entrance, Imitari's eyes stayed focused on her TV.
As casually confident as possible, I walked to the cooler and grabbed an iced tea. "Want a drink," I asked over my shoulder, my voice unusually steady, given the electric current of anxiety flowing through me.
Stick sneered and tapped his cane twice on the ground. His eyes found all the security cameras in the tiny store, a frown creasing his angular features.
I followed his line of sight and finally realized what had bothered him. The cameras were fake. They looked like security cameras, but they weren't. There were no wires or lenses, just rectangles and circles in a security camera shape.
Stick took a deep breath and tapped his cane on the ground again. " There… is … so… much… here… to… see… but… no… one… is… watching," he said with a singsong. Then his sneer turned into a cruel smile.
I knew Stick wanted an audience for what he would force me to do. The fact that the security cameras were fakes meant that whatever was going to happen would now have to be significant. An event that the neighborhood wouldn't be able to ignore. My stomach twisted with the thought.
Stick waggled his eyebrows at me. He had been watching. He had seen my thoughts, and we both knew he had something terrible in mind.
The cane twirled in Stick's hand and then tapped twice on the shop tile.
"I think I want a little bit of this," Stick said, gesturing wildly with his cane, sending a row of soup cans tumbling to the floor. "And a little bit of that," Stick added as another wild gesture sent cups of ramen spinning and knocking glass bottles of hot sauce to the floor.
I stood paralyzed, unable to run. I was trapped with nowhere to duck away to. I didn't want Stick to hurt Old Lady Imitari, and I didn't want Stick to hurt me, either. The truth was, he would hurt both of us no matter what I did. That was just the way Stick was. I'd seen him. I'd seen him show us who he was every day.
Then I realized Imitari hadn't moved. She was watching her TV and chuckling at the sitcom as if nothing had happened.
Stick glanced at me, confused. I almost felt sorry for the sociopath. His night was not going to plan.
Imitari chuckled at her TV again, and a crease formed in the middle of Stick's forehead, letting me know that he was beyond angry. He was calm, dangerous, and vicious. People had been left for dead when Stick got this way.
Stick raised his cane and flipped it so the handle jutted like a pickax. He was going to attack Imitari.
Somehow, I moved. I didn't do much, but when I slid forward and grabbed the back of Stick's shirt, the cane missed Imitari, and the sharp handle punctured the thick glass top of the counter just above a roll of Lotto scratchers.
Old lady Imitari slowly looked up into Stick's eyes and smiled. Her wide, gentle frown was replaced with a look of joy and something else, something primal, something hungry. Her pupils were blown, and I had the uneasy feeling that I was watching someone be served their absolute favorite meal.
Before Stick could pull his cane from the punctured glass, Imitari casually reached forward, grabbed the cane, and pulled the wirey man forward. Small, old, and wrinkled, Imitari stared into Stick's eyes and overpowered him.
Stick fell forward across the counter. He tried to push himself back, but Imitari's hand clamped down on his wrist like a vice.
Bones ground together as Imitari pulled Stick's hand to her mouth, and with a swift, subtle movement, she bit off the tips of Stick's pinky and ring finger like she was sampling a cookie.
I jumped back next to the cooler as a thin spray of blood arched toward me.
Stick screamed and thrashed, but Imitari's small form was static and immovable. Stick was a fly in a trap. No matter how much he struggled, punched, poked, or kicked, he could not break the old woman's hold. Then, slowly, she took another bite.
It was strangely fascinating watching the frail form of this old woman I had known for years take bite after bite out of Stick. This man, whom I thought of as a predator, a hunter, an enforcer, was crying and begging while an old woman, who looked like a wrinkled thumb in a floral top, quietly devoured him.
I was surprised by the lack of blood after the first spray. I'm sure it was Imitari's crushing grip that stanched the flow of blood. The flesh of Stick's arm looked white from the pressure.
Hand over hand, Imitari pulled Stick forward. Bones cracked as she gripped higher on Stick's arm, clamped down with her long leathery fingers, and fed the flesh and bone, one concise bite at a time, into her open smiling maw. It was rhythmical in its simplicity: chomp, crunch, chew, chew, swallow. Over and over, the pattern continued until the begging stopped.
Stick wasn't dead. He gave up. Not struggling, he laid over the glass counter like a rag doll. He watched me glassily as Imitari took bite after bite, and I knew he wasn't there anymore. Whatever made Stick Stick had either curled up and hidden in a dark corner of his mind or had been devoured with his arm.
The old woman seemed displeased that her meal had stopped struggling. She shook him, but he flopped, and his head lulled from side to side. Imitari frowned, let go of Stick's arm, and pushed down on the limp man's back. Blood gushed from the ragged stump, and Imitari lowered her mouth and drank from the wound like she was sipping from a garden hose.
Stick didn't move. He just grew pail, and eventually, his panicked, shallow breaths ended, and the blood stopped flowing.
Then Imitari stood. With a quick tug, she pulled Stick's body over the counter and let it flop to the floor at her feet. Her eyes closed. A contented smile bloomed on her face as the explosive sound of crunching and cracking bones echoed through the small shop.
The deafening sound of crunching stopped, and only the buzzing of the drinks cooler reverberated through the small space. Imitari opened her eyes and watched me, a broad smile still on her lips. At that moment, I realized I could hear the drinks cooler so well because I had crawled into it, wedged between the glass door and the shelves.
Imitari held me with her gaze as cords of pink flesh lowered from the ceiling and efficiently tidied up Stick's mess, lapping up blood and hot sauce, placing cans on shelves, and scooping up cups of ramen with whip-like tendrils. Then, the cords of flesh nudged me forward, and I stood before Old Lady Imitari.
The thing that I had always thought of as a stern old woman handed me Stick's cane. With the same benign smile I remembered from buying red hots from it as a ten-year-old, it waved me away with its flyswatter, and the cords of flesh pushed me out the door onto the sidewalk.
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Grandma Pearl died not long after her stroke, and I've been making bad decisions ever since. Maybe my expectations are too high, or I'm just an idiot. Either way, I ran away from the group home to be with people who called themselves my "family." They were the wrong people. They used the words family, brother, sister, and love like lock picks, stealing trust, and taking self-respect.
The only person I remember using the word family correctly was Grandma Pearl. She was a small woman who toured the US as an actress before settling with Granddad above their theatrical rentals shop. I was three when the car accident took Granddad and Mom, so I don't know if they used the word "family" correctly, but I hope they did.
I was never as outgoing as Grandma, but that didn't bother her; she taught me how to watch people. How to see their signals, and how to listen. When she died. I forgot a lot of those lessons for a while.
They called it a "family". The "family" moved product. That product could be goods, drugs, or people.
The uninitiated, like me, were distracted with food and a dry place to sleep, but it didn't take long to see behind the curtain. Things got too intense with the new "family" and I ran.
I ran back to my old neighborhood. The buildings were familiar even if my home was gone. The old theatrical shop had been turned into a microbrewery.
After an appropriate amount of self-pity, thirty minutes, I wandered the alleys, picking up cans or scavenging for bits and pieces that could be recycled, used, or bartered.
I recognized old faces, but I tried to stay out of sight. It was safer that way.
The only place I allowed myself to be seen was the old Lutheran church on the park's far side. Most people who might have known me had aged out of the congregation or died. It was worth the risk because St. Lazarus had a food pantry in the basement and gave out lunches most days, so I wasn't always hungry, which was nice.
I found a dry spot near the library to sleep, which seemed like a stroke of luck until it wasn't.
I had the contentment that came with being in a familiar place. Little bits of comfort let me believe, for a moment, that I wasn't a screw-up and hadn't trusted the wrong people. That moment scurried away when Stick found me.
Stick was a scary asshole. He technically wasn't in charge of the " family," but he made it work. He got things done. I have no idea how old he was. He was all corded muscle and could clock in between twenty and fifty. He looked half-starved and moved like a stalking predator, even with his limp.
His left leg was stiff. The knee didn't bend, and anytime he sat, his left leg would be splayed to the side like a kickstand on a bike. The leg was why he walked with a cane. The cane and how he used it was why we called him Stick.
I don't know why he took the time to track me down. It's not like I was wanted. Maybe it was that I had become property. Property shouldn't just wander off.
Sometimes, you feel a person before you see them. The air is different. When Stick was around, the air felt dead and motionless. I knew I was being watched before I opened my eyes.
Stick was sitting on a milk crate, his bad leg cocked to the side and his forehead resting on his cane. I pushed myself out from beneath the ductwork of the HVAC unit I had been sleeping under and slapped the dirt off my jeans.
"I thought that was you," Stick said as his sharp grin curved up to his unblinking dark eyes.
Stick wanted my discomfort. I'd seen him play the intimidation game too many times. He'd act too friendly, and then when you were good and worried, quick movements, a hand around the back of your neck, and violence would be next. Then he'd act like the whole mind fuck was a big joke, like you were friends, and isn't it great that you can joke around with someone who "really" cared.
It worked, too. If you were the unfortunate focus of Stick's attention, you would be grateful when he smiled and said, "Just a joke, kid. Don't be so sensitive." I'd seen the pattern enough times to know Stick trained people like dogs with his hot and cold game. I didn't like the game, or the fear, so I changed the pattern.
"Hey, Stick, did you come to help pick up cans?" I asked, making sure my smile reached my eyes. I was trying to be pleasant while ignoring the burning nervousness in my gut.
It was still dark out, but I could see Stick's expressions well enough.
Stick tapped his cane on the sidewalk and squinted at me skeptically before answering. "Just checking on my little brother."
We were not related.
Stick liked to call the uninitiated his little brothers or little sisters. He forced intimacy into his language. I didn't argue the point. Interactions went best with Stick when you agreed with everything he said.
"Thanks, man," I complimented, trying to sound genuine and ignorant as I stepped forward and offered him my hand.
Stick didn't move, but I could see that this conversation wasn't going as planned for him, and I forced myself not to react to his confusion. I couldn't break character, or he would know I was playing him.
Stick tapped his cane on the ground twice, grasped my hand, and stood. He watched me. I held his stare, but in an open, naive, guileless way that I had perfected in front of the mirror as grandma gave acting advice while she put her face on.
I once asked Grandma Perl why anyone would practice acting stupid. She pointed her mascara brush at me and, in her ditsiest Minnesota Nice character, said, "It's easier to be forgiven when people think you're a little dumb, don't ya know?" Like with most things, Grandma was right.
Before I understood what had happened, Stick pulled me into his side and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"You don't have a name yet. Everyone gets a name, but they don't get to pick it." He paused and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. "I have a name for you, little brother. You are going to be called Slide." Then he held my chin and forced eye contact." Your name will be Slide because I have never seen anyone slide out of shit faster than you. I can't tell if you do it on purpose or not, and I've been watching. I watch everybody. You do, too. Hell, this might be the first time I've ever heard you talk. So let's celebrate your name, Slide." Stick's smile slipped as he pulled me out of the alley. "We'll go do something special."
I stayed silent, knowing full well what was coming. Being named meant doing something you could never take back. It was public and would put you in prison if the police ever took the time to look for you. It meant severing yourself from your life before and relying entirely on the "family." I had been absent each time naming seemed to be in the cards, but I couldn't duck out this time.
There was only one place to go at this time of night that would have an impact, the Bodega.
The Bodega was a red hole in the wall with a glass door papered over with grocery ads years outdated. Canned salmon two for one seemed to be the dominant theme. Although there were two large windows, one on either side of the door, you could barely see in. The right window was a tapestry of cigarette promotions. The left window displayed the only swath of uncovered glass with a view of the interior. From the outside, the view was of tobacco, lottery scratchers, and Old Lady Imitari.
Old Lady Imitari owned the store. She was a short, dark-haired woman who always wore a long floral tank top. Grandma Pearl loved the old woman but said Imitari looked like an old man's thumb all the years she had known her, and Grandma moved to the neighborhood with Grandad thirty years ago. Imitari was a local legend even then because the Bodega was open twenty hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year, and no one else worked in the store. Grandma used to make an extra strong coffee called Barako and chat with Imitari sometimes when work in the shop was slow.
I would sneak out at night and try to catch Imitari sleeping. No matter the time, I never caught her snoozing, and she always saw me peeking at her through the window. I know she saw me because she would uncross her arms and wave her flyswatter at me.
All these memories flicked through my mind as Stick smiled his too-wide smile and pushed me into the Bodega.
Imitari flicked her fly swatter at me in acknowledgment, and her attention returned to the small TV she had nestled beside the cash register, which seemed to be the old woman's only real tether to the world outside her shop.
The inside of the Bodega was just a long hallway with shelves of convenience foods, drinks, home supplies, candy, and cold meds covering every available surface from floor to ceiling. The only break in the tunnel of products was the glass counter at the back corner of the store; Imitari presided over her mini domain by casually ignoring her shoppers. I tried to make eye contact with the old woman again as Stick pushed me to the back of the shop, but after her initial acknowledgment of our entrance, Imitari's eyes stayed focused on her TV.
As casually confident as possible, I walked to the cooler and grabbed an iced tea. "Want a drink," I asked over my shoulder, my voice unusually steady, given the electric current of anxiety flowing through me.
Stick sneered and tapped his cane twice on the ground. His eyes found all the security cameras in the tiny store, a frown creasing his angular features.
I followed his line of sight and finally realized what had bothered him. The cameras were fake. They looked like security cameras, but they weren't. There were no wires or lenses, just rectangles and circles in a security camera shape.
Stick took a deep breath and tapped his cane on the ground again. " There… is … so… much… here… to… see… but… no… one… is… watching," he said with a singsong. Then his sneer turned into a cruel smile.
I knew Stick wanted an audience for what he would force me to do. The fact that the security cameras were fakes meant that whatever was going to happen would now have to be significant. An event that the neighborhood wouldn't be able to ignore. My stomach twisted with the thought.
Stick waggled his eyebrows at me. He had been watching. He had seen my thoughts, and we both knew he had something terrible in mind.
The cane twirled in Stick's hand and then tapped twice on the shop tile.
"I think I want a little bit of this," Stick said, gesturing wildly with his cane, sending a row of soup cans tumbling to the floor. "And a little bit of that," Stick added as another wild gesture sent cups of ramen spinning and knocking glass bottles of hot sauce to the floor.
I stood paralyzed, unable to run. I was trapped with nowhere to duck away to. I didn't want Stick to hurt Old Lady Imitari, and I didn't want Stick to hurt me, either. The truth was, he would hurt both of us no matter what I did. That was just the way Stick was. I'd seen him. I'd seen him show us who he was every day.
Then I realized Imitari hadn't moved. She was watching her TV and chuckling at the sitcom as if nothing had happened.
Stick glanced at me, confused. I almost felt sorry for the sociopath. His night was not going to plan.
Imitari chuckled at her TV again, and a crease formed in the middle of Stick's forehead, letting me know that he was beyond angry. He was calm, dangerous, and vicious. People had been left for dead when Stick got this way.
Stick raised his cane and flipped it so the handle jutted like a pickax. He was going to attack Imitari.
Somehow, I moved. I didn't do much, but when I slid forward and grabbed the back of Stick's shirt, the cane missed Imitari, and the sharp handle punctured the thick glass top of the counter just above a roll of Lotto scratchers.
Old lady Imitari slowly looked up into Stick's eyes and smiled. Her wide, gentle frown was replaced with a look of joy and something else, something primal, something hungry. Her pupils were blown, and I had the uneasy feeling that I was watching someone be served their absolute favorite meal.
Before Stick could pull his cane from the punctured glass, Imitari casually reached forward, grabbed the cane, and pulled the wirey man forward. Small, old, and wrinkled, Imitari stared into Stick's eyes and overpowered him.
Stick fell forward across the counter. He tried to push himself back, but Imitari's hand clamped down on his wrist like a vice.
Bones ground together as Imitari pulled Stick's hand to her mouth, and with a swift, subtle movement, she bit off the tips of Stick's pinky and ring finger like she was sampling a cookie.
I jumped back next to the cooler as a thin spray of blood arched toward me.
Stick screamed and thrashed, but Imitari's small form was static and immovable. Stick was a fly in a trap. No matter how much he struggled, punched, poked, or kicked, he could not break the old woman's hold. Then, slowly, she took another bite.
It was strangely fascinating watching the frail form of this old woman I had known for years take bite after bite out of Stick. This man, whom I thought of as a predator, a hunter, an enforcer, was crying and begging while an old woman, who looked like a wrinkled thumb in a floral top, quietly devoured him.
I was surprised by the lack of blood after the first spray. I'm sure it was Imitari's crushing grip that stanched the flow of blood. The flesh of Stick's arm looked white from the pressure.
Hand over hand, Imitari pulled Stick forward. Bones cracked as she gripped higher on Stick's arm, clamped down with her long leathery fingers, and fed the flesh and bone, one concise bite at a time, into her open smiling maw. It was rhythmical in its simplicity: chomp, crunch, chew, chew, swallow. Over and over, the pattern continued until the begging stopped.
Stick wasn't dead. He gave up. Not struggling, he laid over the glass counter like a rag doll. He watched me glassily as Imitari took bite after bite, and I knew he wasn't there anymore. Whatever made Stick Stick had either curled up and hidden in a dark corner of his mind or had been devoured with his arm.
The old woman seemed displeased that her meal had stopped struggling. She shook him, but he flopped, and his head lulled from side to side. Imitari frowned, let go of Stick's arm, and pushed down on the limp man's back. Blood gushed from the ragged stump, and Imitari lowered her mouth and drank from the wound like she was sipping from a garden hose.
Stick didn't move. He just grew pail, and eventually, his panicked, shallow breaths ended, and the blood stopped flowing.
Then Imitari stood. With a quick tug, she pulled Stick's body over the counter and let it flop to the floor at her feet. Her eyes closed. A contented smile bloomed on her face as the explosive sound of crunching and cracking bones echoed through the small shop.
The deafening sound of crunching stopped, and only the buzzing of the drinks cooler reverberated through the small space. Imitari opened her eyes and watched me, a broad smile still on her lips. At that moment, I realized I could hear the drinks cooler so well because I had crawled into it, wedged between the glass door and the shelves.
Imitari held me with her gaze as cords of pink flesh lowered from the ceiling and efficiently tidied up Stick's mess, lapping up blood and hot sauce, placing cans on shelves, and scooping up cups of ramen with whip-like tendrils. Then, the cords of flesh nudged me forward, and I stood before Old Lady Imitari.
The thing that I had always thought of as a stern old woman handed me Stick's cane. With the same benign smile I remembered from buying red hots from it as a ten-year-old, it waved me away with its flyswatter, and the cords of flesh pushed me out the door onto the sidewalk.
2024.05.19 16:38 ThrowRA_sunnilunni My 28M brother 26M randomly said he's trans. I want him to get help. What should I do?
So my brother has always been a guys guy. He was always into very masculine hobbies like cars, video games, guns, martial arts.
When we were little you couldn't get him out of a go-kart, he played hockey for 8 years and got in so many fights, when he was a teen he went to play air soft and paintball all the time, went mountain biking.
Even today his main hobbies are brazilian jiu jitsu and downhill mountain biking. He's 6'1 180 lbs, he's got a buzz cut and a beard... And the other day he just tells me he's really sick of this shit and that he's actually trans. I thought he was joking because he didn't say it super seriously (he's never serious), but he just said "hey, man just letting you know, don't say I didn't tell you". I asked him again if he was serious and he said dead ass.
How do I deal with this and get him the right help to see what's going on with him? I do remember him joking about how he would prefer to be a girl in the first grade, but he never mentioned it again. Maybe he needed help sooner?
TLDR my brother randomly said he was trans and it makes no sense. What should I do?
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When we were little you couldn't get him out of a go-kart, he played hockey for 8 years and got in so many fights, when he was a teen he went to play air soft and paintball all the time, went mountain biking.
Even today his main hobbies are brazilian jiu jitsu and downhill mountain biking. He's 6'1 180 lbs, he's got a buzz cut and a beard... And the other day he just tells me he's really sick of this shit and that he's actually trans. I thought he was joking because he didn't say it super seriously (he's never serious), but he just said "hey, man just letting you know, don't say I didn't tell you". I asked him again if he was serious and he said dead ass.
How do I deal with this and get him the right help to see what's going on with him? I do remember him joking about how he would prefer to be a girl in the first grade, but he never mentioned it again. Maybe he needed help sooner?
TLDR my brother randomly said he was trans and it makes no sense. What should I do?
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Cóilín Ó Scolaí - Seán Ó Dubhchon
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Donnchadh Ó Baoill - Seán Ó Dubhchon
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Cabhraigh le Ciste Bhalla Mheicsiceo / Support the Mexican Wall Fund - aonghus
An Siorc agus a Chuid Fiacla - aonghus
Amhrán na Máthar - aonghus
Cad is síniú maith ann i ngort an rugbaí? - Jeff Neville
Cuntas ó Cheanada: Is tábhachtaí an dearcadh ná rud ar bith eile - Aodhán Ó Baoill
Plúr na gceoltóirí Gaeilge le seinm ag Féile na Gealaí - Conor Torbóid
An chomhfhreagracht de dhíth in Stormont anois, seachas fiosrú eile faoi cheann cúpla bliain - Póilín Ní Chiaráin
‘Coinnigh súil air. Gaeilgeoir líofa atá freisin ann’ –bhí an ceart ag Phil Stuart faoi Jarlath Burns - Mártan Ó Ciardha
An doiléire agus an débhrí cur chuige an Taoisigh agus é ag caint faoi cheist chonspóideach pholaitiúil - Cathal Mac Coille
Gaillimh in aghaidh Dhoire cluiche mór an lae ach neart cluichí spéisiúla ar siúl - Pádraic Ó Ciardha
Mistéir le fuascailt i gcónaí sa dá chúige - John Allen
Léirigh Alice Munro nach gá do ghearrscéal a bheith suite i ndufair dhorcha nó i gcathair gharbh - Alex Hijmans
Féile na Gealaí ar ais, na healaíona dúchais á gceiliúradh, éan na scéalaíochta á lorg agus féilte sa Ghaillimh - Bridget Bhreathnach
Neart údar díocais ag Cúige Mumhan agus a bhfreasúra - Eoghan Ó Neachtain
Pobal na Gaeilge chun ‘Céad Míle Fáilte’ a chur roimh “Little Amal” go hÉirinn i rith mhí na Bealtaine - caolan@cnag.ie (Caolán
Gluaisrothaí marbh i ndiaidh timpiste bhóthair ar an M50 - rte.ie
"Seasann muid i ndlúthpháirtíocht le teaghlaigh na marbh" - rte.ie
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Gaza: tréine na buamála géaraithe tuilleadh - rte.ie
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Duine gafa tar éis do ghluaisteán fear a leagan i nDún na nGall - rte.ie
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'Sos cogaidh láithreach'-Guterres - rte.ie
6ú áit d'Éirinn sa Chomórtas Eoraifíse;An Eilvéis buacach - rte.ie
Craobh Chamógaíochta Laighean - rte.ie
Craobh Chamógaíochta na Mumhan - rte.ie
Locks, clogs and Chopper Bikes - 1974 - rte.ie
Baniriseoirí agus Balenciaga - rte.ie
Na Toghcháin - 7Lá i measc an phobail - rte.ie
Creidim Ionat -An tSeachtain seo - Oideachas - rte.ie
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Tuairisc Live Stream - Tuairisc
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Cill Dara v Áth Cliath 07/05 Craobh Peile Mionúr GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
An Longfort v An Lú 07/05 Craobh Peile Mionúr GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
Drámaíocht Eorpach Borgen - Power & Glory Call My Agent! TG4 - TG4
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Téacs Taistil Travel to Reykjavik, Iceland le TG4✈️ - TG4
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Ar IARRAIDH - The disappearance of Dean Roche - 22/5 @ 21:30 TG4 - TG4
The 2 Johnnies Creidim Ionat - Foras na Gaeilge
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How the fada is i nGaeilge Uladh 💚 #gaeilge #irish #shorts - Gaeilge i mo chroíBODKIN opening titles song on Netflix #bodkin #netflix #peacach #music - IMLÉ
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Sé Figiúirí (Bionicles) Tuillte Seansálaithe #107 - SeansálaitheToghcháin Áitiúla, Portal dúnta, Blockbusters agus GAAGO - Splanc
Conall Ó Móráin - Seán Ó Dubhchon
Cóilín Ó Scolaí - Seán Ó Dubhchon
Bernadette Morris - Seán Ó Dubhchon
O Deer - Seán Ó Dubhchon
Donnchadh Ó Baoill - Seán Ó Dubhchon
Blaganna 🖋️
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An Tús - aonghus
Down with protesters - aonghus
Cat Marbh: Paidir Éigipteach - aonghus
Cabhraigh le Ciste Bhalla Mheicsiceo / Support the Mexican Wall Fund - aonghus
An Siorc agus a Chuid Fiacla - aonghus
Amhrán na Máthar - aonghus
Nuacht 📰
Fairtheoireacht míolta móra agus deilfeanna do Sheachtain na Bithéagsúlachta 2024 - Cian NilanCad is síniú maith ann i ngort an rugbaí? - Jeff Neville
Cuntas ó Cheanada: Is tábhachtaí an dearcadh ná rud ar bith eile - Aodhán Ó Baoill
Plúr na gceoltóirí Gaeilge le seinm ag Féile na Gealaí - Conor Torbóid
An chomhfhreagracht de dhíth in Stormont anois, seachas fiosrú eile faoi cheann cúpla bliain - Póilín Ní Chiaráin
‘Coinnigh súil air. Gaeilgeoir líofa atá freisin ann’ –bhí an ceart ag Phil Stuart faoi Jarlath Burns - Mártan Ó Ciardha
An doiléire agus an débhrí cur chuige an Taoisigh agus é ag caint faoi cheist chonspóideach pholaitiúil - Cathal Mac Coille
Gaillimh in aghaidh Dhoire cluiche mór an lae ach neart cluichí spéisiúla ar siúl - Pádraic Ó Ciardha
Mistéir le fuascailt i gcónaí sa dá chúige - John Allen
Léirigh Alice Munro nach gá do ghearrscéal a bheith suite i ndufair dhorcha nó i gcathair gharbh - Alex Hijmans
Féile na Gealaí ar ais, na healaíona dúchais á gceiliúradh, éan na scéalaíochta á lorg agus féilte sa Ghaillimh - Bridget Bhreathnach
Neart údar díocais ag Cúige Mumhan agus a bhfreasúra - Eoghan Ó Neachtain
Pobal na Gaeilge chun ‘Céad Míle Fáilte’ a chur roimh “Little Amal” go hÉirinn i rith mhí na Bealtaine - caolan@cnag.ie (Caolán
Gluaisrothaí marbh i ndiaidh timpiste bhóthair ar an M50 - rte.ie
"Seasann muid i ndlúthpháirtíocht le teaghlaigh na marbh" - rte.ie
"Sásta na taifid a oscailt" - An Tánaiste, ar bhuamaí 17.05.1974 - rte.ie
Fear, a bhí ag cur sionagóige trí thine, maraithe sa bhFrainc - rte.ie
"Beidh Halla Bhaile na Sceach réitithe faoi cheann sé seachtaine" - rte.ie
"Tá sé i gceist ag Éirinn Stát Pailistíneach a aithint go luath" - rte.ie
Deireadh le Operation Transformation tar éis 17 bliain - rte.ie
90 puball eile curtha suas le taobh na Canálach Móire - rte.ie
Triúr gafa faoi dhúnmharú mná sa Trá Ghearr i mBéal Feirste - rte.ie
Sinn Féin agus Fine Gael gob ar ghob – pobalbhreith nua - rte.ie
Seacht mbliana príosúin gearrtha ar fhear maidir le dúnmharú - rte.ie
Bean maraithe i dtionóisc bhóthair i gCo Mhaigh Eo - rte.ie
Caighdeán an uisce "ar fheabhas" ar 77% de thránna na tíre - rte.ie
AE ag achainí ar Iosrael deireadh a chur le feachtas míleata - rte.ie
Príomh-Aire na Slóvaice gortaithe go dona in ionsaí lámhaigh - rte.ie
Athrú suntasach i gcúinsí fostaíochta sa Ghaeltacht - rte.ie
Cosc ar pháistí faoi 16 bliain scútair leictreacha a úsáid - rte.ie
400 post nua le cur ar fáil ag comhlacht lóistíochta Primeline - rte.ie
1,780 iarrthóir tearmainn ag fanacht le lóistín a fháil ón Stát - rte.ie
Leithscéal gafa ag Michelle O'Neill faoi bheith ar shochraid - rte.ie
Bean aosta a hionsaíodh i nDún Dealgan tar éis bháis - rte.ie
Fear os comhair cúirte faoi dhúnmharú fir i gCo Chill Dara - rte.ie
'Líon teaghlach sa Ghaeltacht ag méadú níos gasta ná líon tithe' - rte.ie
Gníomhaí teanga éirithe as fóram Gaeilge Chomhairle Bhéal Feirste - rte.ie
Gaza: tréine na buamála géaraithe tuilleadh - rte.ie
Buachaill sna déaga básaithe i dtubaiste i gCo Chill Dara - rte.ie
Cead tobac a cheannach le hardú ó 18 go 21 bliain - rte.ie
Cúig bliana príosúin gearrtha ar gharda slándála le Penneys - rte.ie
€164 milliún le cur ar fáil le bailte tuaithe a athnuachan - rte.ie
Duine gafa tar éis do ghluaisteán fear a leagan i nDún na nGall - rte.ie
Fiosrúchán dúnmharaithe i gCo.Chill Dara - rte.ie
'Sos cogaidh láithreach'-Guterres - rte.ie
6ú áit d'Éirinn sa Chomórtas Eoraifíse;An Eilvéis buacach - rte.ie
Craobh Chamógaíochta Laighean - rte.ie
Craobh Chamógaíochta na Mumhan - rte.ie
Locks, clogs and Chopper Bikes - 1974 - rte.ie
Baniriseoirí agus Balenciaga - rte.ie
Na Toghcháin - 7Lá i measc an phobail - rte.ie
Creidim Ionat -An tSeachtain seo - Oideachas - rte.ie
Iriseoirí an Lae Amárach - rte.ie
Barrscéalta ar Árainn Mhór d'Fhéile Róise Rua - rte.ie
Gradaim bronnta ar scoileanna Gaelbhratach 2024 - rte.ie
Ar mhaith leat bheith ag obair sa Ghaeltacht? - rte.ie
Creidim Ionat - Sprioc bainte ag David agus Brendan - rte.ie
Féile na Gealaí 2024 - ticéidí ar díol - rte.ie
Barrscéalta beo i bPobalscoil na Rosann - rte.ie
Eispéireas ar leith d'Iris Aniar - Éist Siar - rte.ie
Ar fhaitíos gur chaill tú é… cuid de scéalta na seachtaine seo ar Tuairisc - Tuairisc
‘Tá an chuilteáil iontach do do shláinte’ – taispeántas cuilteanna mhná Chonamara - Tuairisc
Tuairisc Live Stream - Tuairisc
Peil na mBan Beo Corcaigh v Ciarraí Craobh TG4 - Spórt TG4
GAA BEO Áth Cliath v Loch Garman Craobh Iomána Mionúr Electric Ireland - Spórt TG4
GAA BEO Doire v Tír Eoghain Craobh Peile Mionúr Electric ireland - Spórt TG4
GAA BEO Gaillimh v Ros Comáin Craobh Peile Mionúr Electric ireland - Spórt TG4
GAA BEO An Clár V Corcaigh Craobh Iomána oneills.com Fé 20 - Craobh na Mumhan - Spórt TG4
GAA Beo Uíbh Fhailí v Cill Chainnigh Craobh Iomána oneills.com Fé 20 - Spórt TG4
Liathróid Láimhe Beo 12/05 Softball National Finals - Spórt TG4
An Mhí v Áth Cliath 12/05 Craobh Peile TG4 GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
Gaillimh v Maigh Eo 12/05 Craobh Peile TG4 GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
Corcaigh v An Clár 09/05 Craobh Iomána Mionúr GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
Áth Cliath v Loch Garman 08/05 Craobh Iomána Fé 20 GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
Uíbh Fhailí v Laois 08/05 Craobh Iomána Fé 20 GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
An Clár v Tiobraid Árann 10/05 Craobh Iomána Fé 20 GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
Cill Dara v Áth Cliath 07/05 Craobh Peile Mionúr GAA 2024 - Spórt TG4
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2024.05.19 13:42 WatermanAus 19/05/24 Being a big kid again
One thing my therapist said really stuck out to me - the best form of therapy for me is to play like a little kid again. Someone on the CPTSD sub told me the same thing, that they found healing by just going wild with playtime.
So far I've added regular play time at a local park after dark, bought a plush cat, remote control car, pencils and crayons, started playing UNO and Monopoly card games with my family. I kinda feel like I'm being a big kid every time I get into my car because its the type I always loved as a kid - big, loud and fast.
I took this Friday off from work and decided to make a kids day of it just for me. Roller skating is something I loved to do as a kid, so I found the closest skating rink and made the drive down. I felt a bit nervous going in - hmm, should a man in his 40's really be doing this? Screw it, I thought, and I walked up to the counter. I paid for use of the rink and skate hire. The woman at the counter was really nice about it and instructed me it's a lot like riding a bike, you never forget. Since most people are at school or work during the day, I had the rink to myself. She asked what type of music I wanted and I said 90's music - I thought it appropriate since most of my adolescence and teen years were during the 90s.
At first it felt awkward as I awkwardly crept around the rink holding onto the sides. After awhile I gained confidence and the skill to glide, circling at pace and feeling the cool air against my skin while the music and action took me back in time. It felt liberating to see and feel what I felt back then through the prism of an older and wiser head.
After that, I was a little exhausted. I'm used to exercise but not of that type. My body hurt in ways it doesn't usually! My day was just getting started though, and I decided part 2 of my day out involved bowling. Being a big kid, I felt confident I could knock a few pins over! My first effort went straight into the gutter, then the next 4 all shared the same fate. Hmm, how do I do this again? I laughed it off, even just enjoying the freedom to fail. After 5 gutter balls in a row, I finally scored - 3 pins went down! I eventually scored 68 for the first game and 111 for my second.
Pizza time for lunch. I stopped off for takeaway and bought a cheese crust pizza, took it home and nearly finished it all.
Once home, I asked my adult daughter if she wanted to watch a movie with me. She can be a big kid at times too! We bought chips, drinks, popcorn, donuts, and muffins then ventured into the cinema to watch IFS, a movie about childhood imaginary friends. It was a great movie with a good message.
What a great way to spend my Friday. I had so much fun.
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So far I've added regular play time at a local park after dark, bought a plush cat, remote control car, pencils and crayons, started playing UNO and Monopoly card games with my family. I kinda feel like I'm being a big kid every time I get into my car because its the type I always loved as a kid - big, loud and fast.
I took this Friday off from work and decided to make a kids day of it just for me. Roller skating is something I loved to do as a kid, so I found the closest skating rink and made the drive down. I felt a bit nervous going in - hmm, should a man in his 40's really be doing this? Screw it, I thought, and I walked up to the counter. I paid for use of the rink and skate hire. The woman at the counter was really nice about it and instructed me it's a lot like riding a bike, you never forget. Since most people are at school or work during the day, I had the rink to myself. She asked what type of music I wanted and I said 90's music - I thought it appropriate since most of my adolescence and teen years were during the 90s.
At first it felt awkward as I awkwardly crept around the rink holding onto the sides. After awhile I gained confidence and the skill to glide, circling at pace and feeling the cool air against my skin while the music and action took me back in time. It felt liberating to see and feel what I felt back then through the prism of an older and wiser head.
After that, I was a little exhausted. I'm used to exercise but not of that type. My body hurt in ways it doesn't usually! My day was just getting started though, and I decided part 2 of my day out involved bowling. Being a big kid, I felt confident I could knock a few pins over! My first effort went straight into the gutter, then the next 4 all shared the same fate. Hmm, how do I do this again? I laughed it off, even just enjoying the freedom to fail. After 5 gutter balls in a row, I finally scored - 3 pins went down! I eventually scored 68 for the first game and 111 for my second.
Pizza time for lunch. I stopped off for takeaway and bought a cheese crust pizza, took it home and nearly finished it all.
Once home, I asked my adult daughter if she wanted to watch a movie with me. She can be a big kid at times too! We bought chips, drinks, popcorn, donuts, and muffins then ventured into the cinema to watch IFS, a movie about childhood imaginary friends. It was a great movie with a good message.
What a great way to spend my Friday. I had so much fun.
2024.05.19 13:27 deadliftForFun Bentonville travel
I’m traveling to Bentonville this summer and flying in and out of Little Rock. I’m also picking up a friend at another airport. So we’ll have two bike bags. Rent a truck problem solved. My question is more for when we are in Bentonville. Will I also need to solve for a bike rack on the rental or is everything we’d want to ride within riding distances? Assume we get a hotel or air bnb well located. Thanks !
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2024.05.19 13:24 Kind-Prior-3634 How do you straighten the bike in the air
 | Do you use both lean and direct lean to the opposite side that the whip is going to fix it? Sometimes I can make it land straight but a lot of the time it like stuck and I cant do nothing submitted by Kind-Prior-3634 to mxbikes [link] [comments] |
2024.05.19 13:19 Kiptty Something simple, something happy
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2024.05.19 13:16 Heeeenrrryyyy Maxxis highroller 2
Hi everyone,
I'm relatively new to biking and currently ride a 2016 YT Capra. I've encountered a problem while trying to replace the inner tube on my bike. To my surprise, there wasn't an inner tube in the tire! I've always pumped up air, but it never seemed to hold. It appears that my tires are tubeless.
What should I use to fill them now? Any advice on what steps I should take to properly maintain and inflate my tubeless tires would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!
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I'm relatively new to biking and currently ride a 2016 YT Capra. I've encountered a problem while trying to replace the inner tube on my bike. To my surprise, there wasn't an inner tube in the tire! I've always pumped up air, but it never seemed to hold. It appears that my tires are tubeless.
What should I use to fill them now? Any advice on what steps I should take to properly maintain and inflate my tubeless tires would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!
2024.05.19 13:05 ReekoAGL Royal Enfield 350 classic bs3 model enquiry
 | Hello everyone, submitted by ReekoAGL to indianbikes [link] [comments] I have a query about my BS3 model Royal Enfield Classic 350. After letting it sit in the garage for four years, I’ve been riding this beautiful bike for the past five months. Despite the long rest, it’s still in fantastic condition, as you can see from the picture I’ve uploaded. I usually take short trips to the market and occasional 100 km weekend rides. However, I’m planning a 300 km ride to my hometown later this month. My concern is that my bike tends to overheat. After about 50 km, the exhaust sound changes, and the bike seems to lose some power. Additionally, there’s a ticking sound from the engine when it gets too hot. I know engine heating is normal for an air-cooled retro bike, but I’m worried about potential issues on a 300 km journey. Has anyone in this subreddit taken a similar bike on a long ride in a single day? I’d love to hear about your experiences and any tips you might have. Thanks! |
2024.05.19 13:00 SeaSaltAirWater Know bikes well? Help me pick one!
Hey I was really hoping some people here that have been around dirtbikes for awhile could help me pick a new one out.
I currently ride a 2012 ttr230, the only dirtbikes I've owned as an adult, previously haven driven a Baja 90 and drz125 when I was a kid. I'm 6' and 170-200lbs depending on how I'm eating lol but often times carry a 25lbs pack as well. I should mention that I have owned road bikes of all sorts, everything from a Vulcan Mean streak to a goldwing to a zx10, so I'm by no means clueless to bikes. I just haven't ridden any other dirtbikes except for the ones I've mentioned, and would like some helping picking a new one.
I love the practically maintenance free nature of the ttr, all I need to do is change the oil/filter, clean the air filter every couple of months and check but rarely adjust the valves. That's my favorite part of the bike. The top speed is good enough too and I haven't been able to use a full tank in a day. Those are the parts I like.
The problems I face are with the suspension, acceleration, size and weight, in that order. The bike is by far the limiting factor when I'm riding fast. I oftentimes just like puttin around and these things arent much of an issue but I do like pushing it up a dry Creek bed sometimes or on a bumpy windy single track trail and I can only go so fast before I feel the bike basically start bending underneath me. And I can't stand up for anything more than a bump or two because it's just too small. Also while it has enough power to move me I could definitely use some more.
So I ride mostly back roads with rough trails in between. I love the maintenance free nature of this bike but having to rebuild the top end really or whatever really wouldn't be the end of the world for me, I just don't want to do have to do it so often it interferes with my riding you know? Also as long as it's cheap to do. I really don't want to have to spend hundreds of dollars for the parts, I can do it myself so I'm not afraid of the labor costs. Something that has better suspension, more power and is a bit lighter would be amazing. Also a little bigger so I can stand up over fast rough sections. There's just so much to choose from
Any suggestions would be a great help. Thank you
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I currently ride a 2012 ttr230, the only dirtbikes I've owned as an adult, previously haven driven a Baja 90 and drz125 when I was a kid. I'm 6' and 170-200lbs depending on how I'm eating lol but often times carry a 25lbs pack as well. I should mention that I have owned road bikes of all sorts, everything from a Vulcan Mean streak to a goldwing to a zx10, so I'm by no means clueless to bikes. I just haven't ridden any other dirtbikes except for the ones I've mentioned, and would like some helping picking a new one.
I love the practically maintenance free nature of the ttr, all I need to do is change the oil/filter, clean the air filter every couple of months and check but rarely adjust the valves. That's my favorite part of the bike. The top speed is good enough too and I haven't been able to use a full tank in a day. Those are the parts I like.
The problems I face are with the suspension, acceleration, size and weight, in that order. The bike is by far the limiting factor when I'm riding fast. I oftentimes just like puttin around and these things arent much of an issue but I do like pushing it up a dry Creek bed sometimes or on a bumpy windy single track trail and I can only go so fast before I feel the bike basically start bending underneath me. And I can't stand up for anything more than a bump or two because it's just too small. Also while it has enough power to move me I could definitely use some more.
So I ride mostly back roads with rough trails in between. I love the maintenance free nature of this bike but having to rebuild the top end really or whatever really wouldn't be the end of the world for me, I just don't want to do have to do it so often it interferes with my riding you know? Also as long as it's cheap to do. I really don't want to have to spend hundreds of dollars for the parts, I can do it myself so I'm not afraid of the labor costs. Something that has better suspension, more power and is a bit lighter would be amazing. Also a little bigger so I can stand up over fast rough sections. There's just so much to choose from
Any suggestions would be a great help. Thank you
2024.05.19 12:54 Sick_Pick Suzuki Service Centre quoting 9.5k for servicing w/ sprocket change for 1 year old bike
Hi,
I took my Gixxer 250 to the service centre today and the guy checked the bike, did a test run and told me the chain sprocket needs replacement.
Now, I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to bikes and it's parts etc, but it seems like the sprocket wore off too early?
The bike is just over a year old and it's been 6.5k kms on the odo.
I don't use the bike roughly. Although I had a learning curve for engine braking but it didn't feel like I was pushing the bike to its limits.
Anyway, the guy told me sprocket change along with chain and labour cost would be INR 5.8k and other charges include engine oil, air filter etc and gave me a total quote of 9.5k!!
Is this justified or am I being scammed here? This is a paid service as all the free service coupons have been used.
Also, for any future services, please advise on how to do a self check before taking the bike to the service centre and how to verify the parts that actually require replacement. I'm very new to this and dont want to get conned.
TLDR: 1 year old Gixxer 250, 6.5k kms on odo, service centre guy gave a quote of INR 9.5k including chain sprocket change. Is this justified?
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I took my Gixxer 250 to the service centre today and the guy checked the bike, did a test run and told me the chain sprocket needs replacement.
Now, I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to bikes and it's parts etc, but it seems like the sprocket wore off too early?
The bike is just over a year old and it's been 6.5k kms on the odo.
I don't use the bike roughly. Although I had a learning curve for engine braking but it didn't feel like I was pushing the bike to its limits.
Anyway, the guy told me sprocket change along with chain and labour cost would be INR 5.8k and other charges include engine oil, air filter etc and gave me a total quote of 9.5k!!
Is this justified or am I being scammed here? This is a paid service as all the free service coupons have been used.
Also, for any future services, please advise on how to do a self check before taking the bike to the service centre and how to verify the parts that actually require replacement. I'm very new to this and dont want to get conned.
TLDR: 1 year old Gixxer 250, 6.5k kms on odo, service centre guy gave a quote of INR 9.5k including chain sprocket change. Is this justified?
2024.05.19 11:48 Nancy48236 Trailmaster Milano 50 N 50cc scooter review
 | Ordering a scooter online is a bit of a risky adventure, especially when you review the terms and conditions and the return policy. But, you have to agree to it to be able to place the order. Less risky is buying at a dealer, but you pay a significant premium for the product. I've read horror stories online about folks receiving junk and even non-operating scooters. That is a possiblity, and with the terms to which you agree, very risky. submitted by Nancy48236 to scooters [link] [comments] We were lucky, though, with Family Go Carts (FGK) and the Trailmaster Milano N 50cc scooters. I ordered, online, two Trailmaster Milano N 50cc scooters from FGK - one for me, one for my husband - on May 1, 2024. We received the scooters on May 18, 2024. Considering US shipping demand, that is a reasonable time to delivery. The lady at FGK who called me to coordinate the delivery was kind, and gave instructions on how to receive and prepare for the first run (ie. Change oil - upon arrival, the engine has shipping oil in it). Shipping: "Free", but you have to pay access fee and lift-gate fee. Not too bad considering how shipping rates have skyrocketed in the last few years. She asked for our second choice in colors. Thankfully, we got our first choice - light blue and white for me and black and white for my husband. Unpackaging: Remove cardboard (there's no bottom to the cardboard). Just cut down the cardboard at any one of the corners, then walk around the steel skeleton shipping cage. Then you'll take off the top of the steel shipping skeleton. Undo all bolts and nuts on the bottom. You'll also have to undo the two bolts on the top that attach the steering column fork to the steel cage. Then, just tip off the cage on one end (front end or back end - doesn't matter. Don't tip off from the side; you'll damage the bike), and continue tipping it off to the other end. Assembly: No instructions for it. Some assembly is a no-brainer, but the handlebars and front wheel require explanation. Thankfully, someone posted a video on the assembly of Trailmaster Milano: https://youtu.be/rMyJEkH3b4U?si=VRcDlm2-jIvNNGfC , I couldn't have done it without that video. Handlebar assembly: First, just get the bolt in - front to back, with the curvey part of the washer against the column and between the column and the bolt head. Notice you can't get to the nut on the backside (unless you have 6" fingers of a contortionist). Don't worry like I did. Get the bolt in, assemble the front wheel, then come back the the handlebar column. Turn the bars far to one side. Now you can reach the backside of the bolt and add the nut. We added blue Loctite to the axle and the steering column/handlebar threads for the nuts. Make sure you connect the blinkers. Trial and error to get left blinker coordinating with left blinker connector. Two trials if unlucky - not too bad. You'll still have one body-based connector without a mate. Again, don't worry like I did - that's for the headlight. You'll assemble that later. Front wheel assembly: The front wheel assembly is best with two people. I don't know how one could do this part without another person. First goal is to get the scooter out of the steel shipping skeleton and on flat ground so you can support the scooter on its center stand. Get the scooter out of the remaining base of the steel shipping skeleton. This will require some muscle and two persons. Remove the front axle bolt that holds the scooter by its front fork to the base of the steel shipping skeleton. One straddles the scooter while keeping the front lifted up (shaking up and down) while the other wiggles out the bolt axle which is holding the front fork to the base of the steel (cheap, low-grade extruded steel) shipping skeleton. Once the bolt axle is removed, with muscles, one straddles the scooter while keeping the front lifted up and carefully walking through the steel cage bottom while the other person helps with lifting the front. Roll it out of the bottom of the shipping cage - carefully because you don't want to drop it. It's not a smooth roll out, eiter. Then, once on firm, flat ground, get the scooter center stand down so the scooter rests on that on flat, solid ground. We ended up balancing the frame of the scooter on a block of wood, then putting the center stand down. Now, work on the front wheel. Slip the silver-colored, stainless axle bolt spacer into the wheel's disc side. It's frustrating getting the wheel on because you have to get the brake disc lined up with the brake pads (remove the pad spacer put in for shipping and toss it) on the port side of the scooter and the speedometer on the scooter's starboard side correctly lined up with the wheel and fork, ALL that simultaneously while getting it lined up to insert the axle. Fun times! You may end up with assembly partners snapping at each other and swearing - a lot. Persistence and patience and it will get done. Add blue Loctite for final tightening on the axle/lug nut. Oil change: Drain out all the shipping oil. There's a lot in there. After draining, we added about two cups of 15W40. Check the dip stick to make sure your oil level is adequate. Headlight and front cowl assembly: Connect the headlight to the body-based headlight connector. Use the included zip ties to secure all the wires out of the way and neatly, without putting too much strain on any connections. Make sure you put the U-shaped, color matched plastic cover (in horizontal plane) separating the handlebars speedometer instrument from the front cowl. Snap it into the tabs. THEN, attach the front headlight cowl to the body. Don't do like I did - get the headlight front cowl section on then try to snap in the cover. I had to remove the headlight front cowl, snap in the color-matched cover, then re-attach the front headlight cowl. Topcase/trunk: Best with two persons, but can be done with one. Big enough for a half helmet, gloves, goggles, wallet, and other little things. Looks good on the scooter, too. Battery installation: This can be tricky. You have to have a square nut below the terminal screw. If you put the battery in the scooter and try to get those nuts under the terminal, you won't be able to do it. If you just try to balance the square nuts on the battery while dropping the battery into the scooter's battery compartment, the square nuts fall off. We decided to secure the nuts to the battery terminals with a half-turn of the terminal screw. Then drop the battery in and complete connections. First, connect the black, then connect the red. The batteries we received were fully charged. Moment of truth: Put premium gas in the tank. Since the carburetor is empty, you'll have to let the starter work a bit to get gas flowing into the engine. It didn't even require three total minutes to get it started. Run the starter for about 30-60 seconds, stop, repeat. Three times and it started right up. Whew. Let it run for a while. Both scooters had a good idle speed and sounds like the aifuel mix is spot on. One sees many horror stories about buying Chinese scooters online from dealers. And, those stories are bad. As I said above, you have to agree to the terms and conditions before you can buy. Those terms and conditions put almost all the risk on the buyer, not the dealer. So, know what you're getting into. But, thankfully, FGK did well. We received both Trailmaster Milano N 50 scooters in a timely manner, without damage, and the scooters fired up right away. Finally, registration of your scooter in your state: My state, Virginia, requires registration of 50cc scooters so you can display the required license tag on the back. To register, you need a title. You don't get a title from this dealer. But, you get enough documentation from the dealer (manufacturer's transfer document, invoice, bill of lading) where you can fill out an easy affidavit for title. Get it notarized and submit with your title application and registration. Pretty easy and far easier and quicker than waiting for the dealer to do it for you, IF the dealer is willing to do it for you, that is. I didn't even ask FGK for their title transfer document, so I can't comment on their responsiveness to such a request. I did the easy work-around at the DMV. So far, so good. I've gotten it up to 32 MPH (speedo reading, not GPS-confirmed), and that wasn't at full throttle. I live in a hilly area, so that 32 MPS was on a relatively flat area with a very slight downhill grade. The inherent four-stroke power situation is obvious on our steep hills, but that's life with a four-stroke. I'm still being careful with getting to full throttle until the engine has a bit of time to break in. I am aware that we will have to wrench these scooters from time to time. That's the price trade-off for a low-cost Chinese scooter. We are willing to pay this price. Thanks to so many videos available online about how to work on the 139QMB GY6 50cc engines, I think we can do this. (Edit to add: I attached a brown leather drink holder to the steering bars, just below the speedometer instrument, using a black velcro strap with a D-ring.. So, that's what that brown thing is - a drink holder. Perfect size for a cafe-bought coffee or a can of soda. It has some insulation, too, like any can cozy. It's made by Hide-and-Drink and available on Amazon. And, ONLY take a sip when you are stopped.) https://preview.redd.it/unip4ckjuc1d1.jpg?width=1131&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bc52d30b7d9f3a0a8c1348588a3803a1ffd73faa https://preview.redd.it/m8koy9mkuc1d1.jpg?width=450&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b7f8fe30c91245f238c8793bf3c2d1ee77e41285 https://preview.redd.it/ldyeq1fluc1d1.jpg?width=450&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2ac9ccb34732b0eab4cc1d8532b713da65f62c80 |
2024.05.19 11:44 TR5552221 Does this fit on my bike?
Hello, I'm no expert, and I usually fuck things up, so I'm asking you if this :
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- RockShox Judy silver tk
- New graphics package with E-MTB endorsement option (15x110mm)
- TurnKey lockout gives 'on/off' control
- Fits Tires up to 2.8" (15x110mm)
- Fast Black finished 30mm steel upper tubes couple stiffness and lightweight with a premium look
- Plush coil spring or highly tunable Solo Air spring
- Wheel size: 29"
- Travel (mm): 100mm
- Damper Type: TurnKey
- Fork offset: 51mm (29")
- Color (FS): Gloss Black
- Axle: 9mm Quick Release
- Upper tube type: 30mm straight wall steel
- Spring: Solo Air
Wheel diameter [inch] 29 QR axle (quick release) Fork neck diameter 1.1/8" Race Fork 100
2024.05.19 10:41 Ok-Tart8250 New to mountain biking, is this bike any good?
I am looking to get my first used mtb and i came across this one, the description says:
Trek marlin 7 2020 model. Group set: shimano deore 1x10 36T. Kovee rim, new tyre WTB Tubeless ready. Hubs weapon arsenal. Short stem spank New. New Racepace handle bar 30mm rise. Fork rockshox recon solo air. Hydraulic brake non series shimano. New flat pedal.
The owner says he bought the frame separately and built the bike. How much should i pay for something like this? He listed it for around $663(iam not from the US).
In my country we don’t not really have trails(the closest thing would be like rough desert terrain ig) but I would want the bike to be capable if ever.
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Trek marlin 7 2020 model. Group set: shimano deore 1x10 36T. Kovee rim, new tyre WTB Tubeless ready. Hubs weapon arsenal. Short stem spank New. New Racepace handle bar 30mm rise. Fork rockshox recon solo air. Hydraulic brake non series shimano. New flat pedal.
The owner says he bought the frame separately and built the bike. How much should i pay for something like this? He listed it for around $663(iam not from the US).
In my country we don’t not really have trails(the closest thing would be like rough desert terrain ig) but I would want the bike to be capable if ever.
2024.05.19 09:23 RandomAppalachian468 The return of the tree painter, big life changes, and story update!
Hey everyone! Random Appalachian here. I just wanted to check back in with you all and provide some updates, as well as some exciting, if personal, news. I have to type this quick, as my work break ends soon, so pardon any typos, grammatical errors, or weirdly structured sentences.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m a park ranger in real life, and work at a wildlife reserve in Ohio. We’ve been having some issues with vandalism in our northern woods for a few months, and despite our best attempts, haven’t been able to find the culprit. It’s been immensely frustrating, especially when more paint has shown up on more trails, ranging from slashes, lines, and crosses, to dots and even letters. Normally we wouldn’t get too bent out of shape over a few trees being painted, but it’s well over 60 at this point, and widespread throughout the forest. None of the official people who help us maintain the trails in that area say they are responsible, and yet many of the markings seem to be blazes for trails. However the markings are at times absurdly close together, or in abstract places that make no logical sense. One “trail” is no more than perhaps 30 yards long and runs right along a massive clearing in a semi-circle, within plain sight of the clearing, and goes to nowhere; it goes into the woods, and pops back out into the clearing only 30-ish yards away. Most of our established trails that have been painted already have well-made trail markings of our own, and the trails are well-blazed. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to why these things are there at all. I don’t think it’s anything sinister, though the painter has left his/her paint cans in the woods before, so at the very least, they’re a litterbug. There is the concern about potential poaching, which can be a problem in our area. Sure, deer and turkey are commonplace in my rural community, but they are only that way because of conservation and game laws that keep populations intact. Local hunters play a big part in conservation, and if someone starts taking more than their fair share through poaching, that means less for everyone else, and upsets the balance of things. The sad thing is, unlike legal hunters who often hunt for meat for their families, (food is expensive nowadays) poachers usually do it for trophies, antlers, or ‘fans’ from the turkey tail-feathers. But our painter has yet to take any game to our knowledge. We’ve found no gut piles, blood, or discarded gear anywhere. So, if he’s not poaching . . . what on earth does he want?
Then a few weeks ago, we did find a camera inside our central perimeter.
To put this into perspective, we have roughly 10,000 acres to our little reserve. Only 1/3 is fenced in, containing our exotic animals for our tours, and our buildings that we use to operate. Offices, mechanical garages, barns, and storage sheds, that sort of thing. Usually if we have trespassing issues, it's in the northern woods, which is open to the public for walking/biking trails. Sometimes in the southern prairie reserve we get some wanderers, but it's pretty open, so people tend to shy away from it. But our interior, the central area, most of which is fenced in, is sacred ground for us. We have a children’s camp in there for kids to learn about nature, we have our animal barns, and even some staff housing. For people to walk around in there would be like a stranger walking through your bedroom at night, while you’re in the shower.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
One of our ecology survey teams found the camera in a lesser-used section a mile or so north of the children’s camp. Naturally, they assumed it was one of ours, until one of the staff innocently asked another ranger why we’d put a camera by that lake. When the ranger told her that we didn’t have any cameras there, it began to sink in.
We either have two trespassers, or the painter has decided to move his game further into our land.
I’m hoping it’s the former, that I’m overthinking things, but after all, the mystery painter had to have seen a few of the trail cameras we put up in the north to catch him. Could he be doing this as a form of tit-for-tat? I don’t know, but it’s got us rangers frustrated, and our ecology team is spooked. It was fun and games in the unpopulated north, but now he’s getting close to our people, our guests, and our animals. This is serious now. We removed the camera, but there’s not really much we can do without more patrols, more cameras, and more rangers. With our budget already restricted, the last part just isn’t possible.
My foray into trail cameras yielded no results as to a culprit. In fact, the day I came in early to pull them out of the field, it seemed nothing went right. Only two came off the tree, as I forgot the keys for the locks for the other two. I couldn’t find the last one at first, and darkness fell before I could locate it, so that I was wandering around in the northern district in the blackness searching for it. Inadvertently this helped me find the camera in the end; I saw the red light flash as it took my picture and was able to retrieve the SD card. It was in my long return trek to the patrol truck that I discovered the marks on a remote trail I hadn’t walked yet. A capital O and a capital N were scrawled in various places, with dots over the letters. I took German in university, so I know they aren’t grammatical marks from that language, known as umlauts (pronounced as “oomlout” for my fellow English speakers; for all my German speakers, if I spelled that wrong, I apologize). I’d left my phone in the truck (stupid rookie move for a seasoned ranger, I know) so I couldn’t take any photos, and didn’t want to follow the trail too far in the pitch dark. I had a flashlight with spare batteries, as well as my gun (I’m not a complete moron after all) but I didn’t have time to do much exploring, since I had other duties in the park that were waiting on me. I had some VIP’s that were coming in late, and had to be escorted, which meant I had to clamber back to my truck, swatting at mosquitos the whole way. Nothing on the cameras showed any definitive proof, though we might have a lead on a guy with a bow case on his back. Could be nothing though; it’s not illegal to wear camo or carry things, and it could very well have been a camera case, a backpack, or an empty bow case.
In any event, we rangers are working on a strategy for changing up our patrol routes and putting more cameras in the field, as well as checking in on the children’s camp frequently throughout the night. So far, this mystery person hasn’t actually hurt anything that we know of, but even if this is just local kids having a prank, it’s not funny anymore.
Anyway, on to the other news. For the aforementioned reasons, as well as others, I’ve been super swamped this past month, and so writing on the third book in the Barron County trilogy has been slow. I wanted to release it at the beginning of June, but at this rate, I’m going to have to push that back to late June, possibly early July. I hate to think I’ve disappointed you all, but it’s just not ready yet. That, and I’ve been busy with something else . . . something big.
I’m getting married next week.
It’s been a long time coming, but my fiancé and I are super excited. We’ve known each other since kindergarten and have been best friends since forever. We’ve both been running like chickens with our heads cut off to get everything ready, and naturally, we’re both exhausted/somewhat nervous. Our honeymoon will require some flying, and since my fiancé has never been on a plane before, that’s a point of nervousness for her. I’m sure she’ll be fine once we’re in the air, but until then, she’s a bundle of nerves.
All that is to say, I am working on the story, it’s just taking a bit. I cannot wait to get back into the swing of things for all of you and thank you again for your supreme patience in this. You guys and gals are great, and entertaining you all is a massive privilege. Stay tuned for the third installment of the Barron County trilogy, and the epic conclusion of Hannah Brun’s journey into the unknown! Until next time.
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For those of you who don’t know, I’m a park ranger in real life, and work at a wildlife reserve in Ohio. We’ve been having some issues with vandalism in our northern woods for a few months, and despite our best attempts, haven’t been able to find the culprit. It’s been immensely frustrating, especially when more paint has shown up on more trails, ranging from slashes, lines, and crosses, to dots and even letters. Normally we wouldn’t get too bent out of shape over a few trees being painted, but it’s well over 60 at this point, and widespread throughout the forest. None of the official people who help us maintain the trails in that area say they are responsible, and yet many of the markings seem to be blazes for trails. However the markings are at times absurdly close together, or in abstract places that make no logical sense. One “trail” is no more than perhaps 30 yards long and runs right along a massive clearing in a semi-circle, within plain sight of the clearing, and goes to nowhere; it goes into the woods, and pops back out into the clearing only 30-ish yards away. Most of our established trails that have been painted already have well-made trail markings of our own, and the trails are well-blazed. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to why these things are there at all. I don’t think it’s anything sinister, though the painter has left his/her paint cans in the woods before, so at the very least, they’re a litterbug. There is the concern about potential poaching, which can be a problem in our area. Sure, deer and turkey are commonplace in my rural community, but they are only that way because of conservation and game laws that keep populations intact. Local hunters play a big part in conservation, and if someone starts taking more than their fair share through poaching, that means less for everyone else, and upsets the balance of things. The sad thing is, unlike legal hunters who often hunt for meat for their families, (food is expensive nowadays) poachers usually do it for trophies, antlers, or ‘fans’ from the turkey tail-feathers. But our painter has yet to take any game to our knowledge. We’ve found no gut piles, blood, or discarded gear anywhere. So, if he’s not poaching . . . what on earth does he want?
Then a few weeks ago, we did find a camera inside our central perimeter.
To put this into perspective, we have roughly 10,000 acres to our little reserve. Only 1/3 is fenced in, containing our exotic animals for our tours, and our buildings that we use to operate. Offices, mechanical garages, barns, and storage sheds, that sort of thing. Usually if we have trespassing issues, it's in the northern woods, which is open to the public for walking/biking trails. Sometimes in the southern prairie reserve we get some wanderers, but it's pretty open, so people tend to shy away from it. But our interior, the central area, most of which is fenced in, is sacred ground for us. We have a children’s camp in there for kids to learn about nature, we have our animal barns, and even some staff housing. For people to walk around in there would be like a stranger walking through your bedroom at night, while you’re in the shower.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
One of our ecology survey teams found the camera in a lesser-used section a mile or so north of the children’s camp. Naturally, they assumed it was one of ours, until one of the staff innocently asked another ranger why we’d put a camera by that lake. When the ranger told her that we didn’t have any cameras there, it began to sink in.
We either have two trespassers, or the painter has decided to move his game further into our land.
I’m hoping it’s the former, that I’m overthinking things, but after all, the mystery painter had to have seen a few of the trail cameras we put up in the north to catch him. Could he be doing this as a form of tit-for-tat? I don’t know, but it’s got us rangers frustrated, and our ecology team is spooked. It was fun and games in the unpopulated north, but now he’s getting close to our people, our guests, and our animals. This is serious now. We removed the camera, but there’s not really much we can do without more patrols, more cameras, and more rangers. With our budget already restricted, the last part just isn’t possible.
My foray into trail cameras yielded no results as to a culprit. In fact, the day I came in early to pull them out of the field, it seemed nothing went right. Only two came off the tree, as I forgot the keys for the locks for the other two. I couldn’t find the last one at first, and darkness fell before I could locate it, so that I was wandering around in the northern district in the blackness searching for it. Inadvertently this helped me find the camera in the end; I saw the red light flash as it took my picture and was able to retrieve the SD card. It was in my long return trek to the patrol truck that I discovered the marks on a remote trail I hadn’t walked yet. A capital O and a capital N were scrawled in various places, with dots over the letters. I took German in university, so I know they aren’t grammatical marks from that language, known as umlauts (pronounced as “oomlout” for my fellow English speakers; for all my German speakers, if I spelled that wrong, I apologize). I’d left my phone in the truck (stupid rookie move for a seasoned ranger, I know) so I couldn’t take any photos, and didn’t want to follow the trail too far in the pitch dark. I had a flashlight with spare batteries, as well as my gun (I’m not a complete moron after all) but I didn’t have time to do much exploring, since I had other duties in the park that were waiting on me. I had some VIP’s that were coming in late, and had to be escorted, which meant I had to clamber back to my truck, swatting at mosquitos the whole way. Nothing on the cameras showed any definitive proof, though we might have a lead on a guy with a bow case on his back. Could be nothing though; it’s not illegal to wear camo or carry things, and it could very well have been a camera case, a backpack, or an empty bow case.
In any event, we rangers are working on a strategy for changing up our patrol routes and putting more cameras in the field, as well as checking in on the children’s camp frequently throughout the night. So far, this mystery person hasn’t actually hurt anything that we know of, but even if this is just local kids having a prank, it’s not funny anymore.
Anyway, on to the other news. For the aforementioned reasons, as well as others, I’ve been super swamped this past month, and so writing on the third book in the Barron County trilogy has been slow. I wanted to release it at the beginning of June, but at this rate, I’m going to have to push that back to late June, possibly early July. I hate to think I’ve disappointed you all, but it’s just not ready yet. That, and I’ve been busy with something else . . . something big.
I’m getting married next week.
It’s been a long time coming, but my fiancé and I are super excited. We’ve known each other since kindergarten and have been best friends since forever. We’ve both been running like chickens with our heads cut off to get everything ready, and naturally, we’re both exhausted/somewhat nervous. Our honeymoon will require some flying, and since my fiancé has never been on a plane before, that’s a point of nervousness for her. I’m sure she’ll be fine once we’re in the air, but until then, she’s a bundle of nerves.
All that is to say, I am working on the story, it’s just taking a bit. I cannot wait to get back into the swing of things for all of you and thank you again for your supreme patience in this. You guys and gals are great, and entertaining you all is a massive privilege. Stay tuned for the third installment of the Barron County trilogy, and the epic conclusion of Hannah Brun’s journey into the unknown! Until next time.
2024.05.19 09:21 wurly Bike/rollerblade safety question
I was biking around a busy Minneapolis lake on the bike path. There was a rollerblader ahead rollerblading with AirPods in. The bike path is pretty wide and rollerblader was positioned in the middle of the bike path and skating such that they were moving left and right kind of unpredictability. I yelled on your left several times and rang my bell but they did not appear to hear me at all. It didn’t seem safe to just go around them with them unaware. I ended up going up onto the grass to get around them. I don’t rollerblade but I can see how the physical motion could require a lot of space. Is there an established rule or convention that I should know about?
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2024.05.19 08:47 block157 RockShox Lyrik Select not closing all the way
 | Hi there, submitted by block157 to MTB [link] [comments] I'm writing to inquire about a potential issue with the front suspension on my Norco Sight VLT C2 (purchased two months ago). During my recent ride, I noticed the RockShox Lyrik Select fork wasn't fully compressing when I applied pressure. Even when I jumped on the bike with all my weight (65kg), it felt like it only closed halfway. I tried pushing the fork down manually, but it seemed to encounter resistance before reaching full compression. For clarity, the Charger damper is fully open. Do you have any suggestions on how to troubleshoot this issue? I was wondering if completely deflating and then re-inflating the air chamber might help. Thanks in advance for your assistance! https://preview.redd.it/akttczz0yb1d1.png?width=375&format=png&auto=webp&s=3115fbaf56ca85e0a34896554eab4b657a76542d |
2024.05.19 08:43 angelavila111 06 Shadow Spirit 750DC Mystery Tube
 | Currently in the process of reinstalling the carb (again) after cleaning. Everytime I twisted the throttle id notice fuel dumping out of this tube, but I was under the impression that it was an air vent tube. Am I mistaken? Im also having problems keeping the bike running and I'm about ready to blow my brains out. submitted by angelavila111 to hondashadow [link] [comments] |
2024.05.19 07:58 ConsequenceSure3063 Best Car Duster
 | submitted by ConsequenceSure3063 to u/ConsequenceSure3063 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/zv74mi7zob1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=686d0ce11438839717e06186744f1fc2fc3218bb If you've ever struggled to keep your prized automobile clean and spotless, then you'll want to pay attention. In this article, we'll be diving into the world of car dusters, exploring the top options available on the market that could make your car-cleaning routine a breeze. From essential features to user-friendly designs, we'll help you find the perfect car duster for your needs. So, buckle up and get ready to witness what these innovative tools can do for your cherished vehicle. The Top 19 Best Car Duster
Reviews🔗Effective Removable Microfiber Car Duster for Dust-Free Vehicleshttps://preview.redd.it/v99y3xszob1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c1d6899d5f29b3704fdf12eb24a2bc77b2a9a193 The Speedway Car Duster is a true lifesaver for car enthusiasts. This duster is not only easy to use but also incredibly effective at eliminating dust from your vehicle. The microfiber material is soft and gentle on your car's finish, while the removable and washable feature ensures that your duster stays clean and dust-free. One of the standout features of the Speedway Car Duster is the metal tube handle. It provides a sturdy grip, making it easy to maneuver around your car, even in tight spaces. The purple color also adds a touch of elegance and style, making this duster a great addition to your car care routine. Using the Speedway Car Duster is a breeze - simply run it over your car's surface, and watch as the dust magically disappears. The microfiber material is designed to trap dust particles, providing a thorough clean. If you're tired of constantly wiping down your car to keep it dust-free, this duster might just be the solution you've been looking for. Overall, the Speedway Car Duster is a must-have for anyone who takes pride in their vehicle's appearance. With its sturdy construction, easy-to-use design, and effective dust-collecting capabilities, it's no wonder this duster has earned such high praise from its users. 🔗Ride Kings Car Duster: Soft Cotton Exterior Duster for Cars with a Telescopic Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/b5e5ur30pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0d6d404ce558b82b391753e035abb3422f3318b4 I've been using the Ride Kings Car Duster for a while now, and let me tell you, it's quite the handy little tool. Its telescopic rod is a game-changer for those of us with a tad less height, as it allows us to reach those high-up spots without stressing our backs. Plus, the rotating and locking mop head ensures versatility and flexibility for a quick dusting session. What really stands out is the paraffin wax-treated cotton strands that effectively remove dust and pollen without the need for water. Not only does it save water, but it's also gentle on all surfaces, making it a must-have for those who live in dusty environments like desert or coastal regions. The soft, natural, 100% cotton fibers don't scratch the finish, leaving behind no lint after use. Additionally, this duster comes with a portable storage cover, making it easy to tote around in your car trunk and pull off dust whenever you need to. The detachable brush pole head also ensures easy storage. Overall, it's a solid choice for car owners seeking a reliable, eco-friendly cleaning solution. 🔗Ultimate Car Duster Kit: Effortless Sparkle and Cleanlinesshttps://preview.redd.it/u01lkrj0pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fe653e64d697a10e12300af42f10a227500bbb42 I recently got my hands on the upra Ultimate Car Duster Kit, and I must say, this is the best car duster set I've ever used. Not only does it have a sturdy build that won't fall apart or unravel over time, but it also features a special design and tight joint that prevents snagging things on or in my car. One of the things that stood out to me the most was the set's large car duster with a minimum length of 22.8 inches and a maximum length of 32.6 inches. Along with the circular one measuring 11.8 inches in diameter and 4.33 inches in length, and a mini car air vent duster with a dimension of 6.3 inches, this kit has got me covered for all my car cleaning needs. The fine material applied, high-class microfiber, makes sure I leave no lint or wax behind – something I appreciate when I want my car to look as good as new both indoors and outdoors. With its powerful dust or dirt removing performance, this car duster has saved me a significant amount of time and money and works for all vehicle types, from trucks to SUVs and even motorcycles. Now, I must say, it does require some maintenance, but it's worth the investment considering how efficient and easy to operate it is. Upra really knows how to create a top-notch product, and their Ultimate Car Duster Kit is the perfect proof of that. 🔗Original California Mini Car Duster for Dust Removalhttps://preview.redd.it/h92ft5v0pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5a4cb8a80f171815e9632d4879cc054c13c33338 The California Mini Duster has been a game-changer in my daily life. I've been using it for dusting both at home and in my car, and let me tell you, it's made a huge difference in the cleanliness of my interiors. One of the standout features of this product is the baked-in wax treatment. It's not just a cleaner, but also a protector for my vehicle's interior. I've noticed that after using the Mini Duster, the surfaces seem to have a nice shine, which is thanks to that special wax treatment. However, one downside I've found is that while it's great for dusting, it does tend to leave a bit of lint behind. Not a lot, but enough to notice. I've had to shake it out a few times, and I've even ended up using a small brush to get rid of the excess lint. The Mini Duster's compact size is another plus, making it perfect for on-the-go use. It fits in the palm of my hand and doesn't take up much space in my car, which is super handy. Using the Mini Duster has made me appreciate just how much dust I didn't realize was lying around. Now, I find myself using it all the time, and I can definitely say that it's been a great addition to my cleaning arsenal. 🔗Premium Wood Handle Car Duster for Interior Cleaninghttps://preview.redd.it/e6dmph81pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=47dd9067635e084e04997530f3b041235bc39683 The Original California Car Duster Platinum Mini Dash Duster has been a game-changer in my life. The special paraffin wax-treated cotton strands make it super easy to lift dust off without leaving any marks behind. The attractive wood handle is not only visually appealing but also sturdy and comfortable to hold. While I enjoy using it for auto purposes, its versatility has proven to be beneficial in my home as well. However, I must mention a minor inconvenience - there was no vinyl storage bag included as mentioned. Nonetheless, it's a fantastic product worth considering for anyone seeking an effortless solution to dust removal. 🔗Soft Microfiber Car Duster for Scratch-Free Cleaninghttps://preview.redd.it/3xqxzzr1pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3d2a15505c07230320c267200cbc587260dd0e52 As someone who's always on the lookout for a car duster that leaves no trace, I gave the bzczh Soft Microfiber Car Duster a try. I've been using it for a few weeks now, and I must say, it's been a game-changer. This duster is incredibly soft, making it perfect for gently removing dust from the exterior of your car without causing any damage. I'm impressed by how well it picks up even the tiniest particles, leaving my car's surface spotless. The extendable handle is really convenient, allowing me to reach those hard-to-reach spots without straining my back. And the best part? No pesky lint, pollen, or swirl marks to worry about. However, one downside I noticed is that the duster seems to lose some of its softness after a few washes. But it's not a deal-breaker, as the results are still noticeably better than what I've experienced with other dusters. In conclusion, the bzczh Soft Microfiber Car Duster definitely lives up to its name, providing a gentle yet effective solution for keeping your car's exterior dust-free. Despite the minor downside, its pros outweigh the cons, making it a great choice for anyone looking for a car duster that truly delivers. 🔗Professional Quality Car Duster for Spotless Interior Detailinghttps://preview.redd.it/xrvpc5w2pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c56e0bfc6dac8e4401ce53b05286d316aa6781ad I recently discovered the TAKAVU Interior Car Detail Duster and couldn't be happier with the result. As a car enthusiast, I've been searching for a dusting solution that not only leaves my vehicle looking incredible but also doesn't require constant maintenance. This car duster truly exceeded my expectations. Its electrostatic microfiber chenille is a game-changer, as it captures and locks away dust and debris without leaving traces of lint or residue behind. I appreciated how effortlessly it tackles various surfaces, from my car's interior to other items around the house. However, I did encounter a minor issue with the design. The duster occasionally needed some repositioning to ensure complete coverage, but it was a small price to pay for the overall results. Despite this minor inconvenience, I still highly recommend the TAKAVU Interior Car Detail Duster. Its ability to leave my car's interior spotless has saved me countless trips to the car wash, and it has become a staple in my detailing toolkit. Plus, it's an excellent gift for car lovers in your life! 🔗Car Duster with Solid Wood Handle and Soft Dusting Fibershttps://preview.redd.it/47g98o13pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=91cc1649d89d43b5fdd3ffa27b1073a3ed4d7b9b I recently received the Classic Car Duster with a solid wood handle for my daily car maintenance. The long and narrow design of the duster allows me to easily access those tight and hard-to-reach areas, making it a fantastic tool for those who are particular about their car's appearance. One of the most significant features that stood out to me was the 3-inch long threads, which attract and lift dust from the vehicle's surface. I've noticed a marked improvement in the overall cleanliness and shine of my car thanks to this duster. However, it is essential to note that due to the 100% cotton construction, there may be some lint and wax residue during the initial use. But once this product breaks in, it becomes even softer and continues to perform exceptionally well for years to come. Frequent shaking before, during, and after use helps to prevent this issue. Lastly, I appreciate the durable storage cover included in the package, which ensures the duster remains in pristine condition when not in use. Overall, I highly recommend this Classic Car Duster for anyone looking to achieve that showroom finish every time. 🔗Extendable Car Duster Set with Anti-Rust Stainless Steel Brushhttps://preview.redd.it/b58dzyl3pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9dd56b8fe8c26ca158b5c55eade2cf973ab96e3d Riding around in a dusty car is never fun, but with the Ride Kings Car Duster Set, it's become easier to keep your vehicle clean. This clever car duster set comes with an extendable handle, perfect for reaching areas like the roof, windshield, and hood of large vehicles. The ergonomic handle is soft and comfortable to grip, even during long cleaning sessions. One of the standout features of this car duster set is its dual-brush head. The large brush head covers a larger area and quickly removes dust, while the smaller brush is perfect for tackling those hard-to-reach spots. The set also comes with a stainless steel brush rod that's light yet strong, with a non-slip, soft foam handle for even more convenience. What's especially cool about this car duster set is its portability. The brush set can be carried in the trunk of your car for easy use during road trips. With its removable brush head, you can easily fold it and store it for optimal travel convenience. Not only is this car duster set functional, but it's also eco-friendly. Its paraffin-treated cotton thread can effectively remove dust and pollen without using water, making it ideal for those living in desert or coastal areas. One minor drawback is that the Ride Kings Car Duster Set is not suitable for wet use. But overall, with its retractable handle, flexible brush head, and gentle touch, this set is the perfect addition to any car care routine. 🔗Universal Car Duster with Extension and Rotation Featureshttps://preview.redd.it/egfr6fw3pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2fcae20c7622a79fa25057293f5f5285612ce2af A few weeks ago, I decided to try out the Triple Threat Extending and Rotating Truck and RV Duster from California Car Duster. As someone who's always on the go, I needed a versatile duster that could handle my busy lifestyle. I was curious to see if it could live up to the hype and clean my dusty SUV with ease. Right out of the box, I was impressed with the duster's aluminum handle. The extension feature made it simple to adjust the length, reaching high areas like the roof of my vehicle. The larger duster head was perfect for getting into tight spaces and hard-to-reach corners in my SUV and garage. However, I did notice a small issue with the rotating feature - it didn't spin as freely as I would have liked. And at times, the brush seemed to move dust around instead of lifting it efficiently. Still, I could see the wax-treated 100% cotton mop working its magic on lighter dust. The best part was the convenient storage bag that came with it. I could easily slip it in the back of my SUV when I needed to use it, and keeping the duster in a safe place ensured it would always be clean and ready to use when I needed it. Overall, the Triple Threat Extending and Rotating Truck and RV Duster from California Car Duster was a helpful addition to my car care routine. It made cleaning my SUV quicker and more efficient, and the extension feature and storage bag were thoughtful touches. While there were some minor drawbacks, I would still recommend this duster to anyone looking for an easy and effective way to keep their SUV or RV clean. 🔗Premium Extra Large Car Duster with Marine Varnished Wood Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/7vfzu8n4pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a2ffc32844154f554b416cabe1cc4f99b7d84981 The OCM Premium Extra Large Car Duster has been a game-changer in my daily life. Its robust design, combined with its lightweight nature, makes it effortless to use. The marine varnished solid wood handle adds a touch of sophistication, while the duster's head is crafted from superb 100% cotton threads. These cotton threads are infused with a unique wax formula, which makes them gentle and perfect for cleaning delicate surfaces. However, it's essential to note that the duster may initially leave some lint and wax residue as you use it for the first few times. This is completely normal, and the residue will gradually diminish as the duster breaks in and gets softer. The duster boasts an extra-large head which significantly reduces cleaning time and ensures that your car or truck always has a shiny, showroom finish. Its durability is unmatched, and its storage cover, made of heavy gauge vinyl, ensures the duster head is protected while not in use. Overall, this OCM Premium Extra Large Car Duster is a worthwhile investment for anyone who wants a top-quality car detailing product that saves time and money. The duster's excellent performance, combined with its ease of use, makes it a no-brainer for professional detailers and enthusiasts alike. 🔗Effortless Dash Duster for Clean Vehicle Interiorshttps://preview.redd.it/uh9kx1s4pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=366a3dadb0578453dd6a6e2be6d98ed6256b17c6 I've been using the California Duster for months now, and it's been a game-changer for keeping my car's interior clean and free of dust. The paraffin wax-treated cotton mop is perfect for its intended purpose, providing an effortless and gentle dust-lifting experience without damaging my car's surfaces. One of the most notable features of the California Duster is its clever design, with a rounded shape that makes reaching even the trickiest corners and tight spaces a breeze. Not only does this help keep my dashboard looking pristine, but it also works wonders on various household surfaces, from mini blinds and shutters to appliances. However, there is one downside to the California Duster: its relatively short length. I've found myself needing to contort my arm in some positions to reach certain areas, which can be a bit uncomfortable after a while. Overall, I'd definitely recommend the California Duster for anyone looking to keep their car or home interior in tip-top shape without causing any damage. It might be a bit short for some users, but it's a small price to pay for an effective and eco-friendly product. 🔗Unique Ostrich Feather Duster for Car Cleaninghttps://preview.redd.it/rialep95pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fa7f3ce79a7489b4c69b7fa9dcb982c1b20cfbdf For the past couple of weeks, I've been using the Aldwin Ostrich Feather Duster as part of my daily house cleaning routine. Let me tell you, it's like having a little army of soft, fluffy soldiers fighting against dust and grime. Each feather feels like a million tiny cleaning superheroes, gently gliding through the air, tackling every smudge and speck in their path. One of the things I love about this duster is its eco-friendliness. The feathers are sourced from farmed ostrich, ensuring no harm is done to the environment or endangered species. And the fact that the feathers are washed, deodorized, deinsectized, and fumigated before use? That's just an extra bonus. The wooden handle is a great addition, providing a sturdy connection between the feathers and the handle. It's just one of those things that makes this duster feel solid and reliable in your hand. And speaking of handling, the ostrich feathers are static-free, which means they don't leave any annoying little particles on your clothes or furniture. The best part is that this duster is reusable and washable. You can simply wash it in warm water and let it dry, and it's as good as new. It's like having a little cleaning companion that you can take anywhere, from your home to your car. However, I will say that the duster does require a bit of care when it comes to storing it. Since the feathers are delicate, it's important to hang it or place it in a vase where it won't be crushed or bent. But all in all, it's a fantastic product that's made a significant difference in my cleaning routine. 🔗Original California Car Duster for Interior Cleaninghttps://preview.redd.it/7tr6mno5pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e2b091037f1574d00a4e98943649b88792f51e3e I've been using the Original California Car Duster Black Mini Duster in my car for a few weeks now, and I must say, it's a game-changer. What stands out the most is its ability to lift dust from even the toughest to reach spots, both inside and out. The baked-on wax-treated cotton strands are soft yet effective, making the cleaning process effortless. One downside I've noticed is that it can be a bit bulky for smaller vehicles, but its compact size is perfect for most cars. I also appreciate that it's lightweight and easy to use. The mini duster comes with a convenient storage bag, making it a great addition to any vehicle owner's cleaning toolkit. All in all, the Original California Car Duster Black Mini Duster has made a positive impact on my daily life. It's easy to use, effective, and best of all, it's durable and doesn't require any maintenance or replacements. Highly recommended for anyone looking to keep their car clean and dust-free. Buyer's GuideWhen it comes to maintaining the cleanliness of your car's interior, a car duster is an essential tool. It helps remove dust, dirt, and debris from your car's surfaces without causing any scratches. However, with so many different car dusters on the market, it can be challenging to know which one is right for you. Here are some important features, considerations, and advice to help you make the best choice.Materialhttps://preview.redd.it/45261a48pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5bb60155d2d64389b39dcb6343228374d08ab0e0 The material of the car duster is crucial. It should be made of soft, non-abrasive, and durable material that won't damage your car's interior. Common materials include microfiber, cotton, and polyester. Microfiber is a popular choice because it's soft, gentle, and effective at picking up dirt and dust. However, it may be more expensive than other materials. Cotton and polyester are also good options, but they might not be as effective at picking up fine dust as microfiber. Size and ShapeThe size and shape of the car duster can impact its effectiveness and ease of use. Look for a duster with a head that's large enough to cover a significant area but not so large that it's difficult to maneuver. The shape should be designed to cover a wide range of surfaces, such as dashboard, console, and seats. Some car dusters come with different attachments for specific tasks, like cleaning vents or tight spaces.Handle LengthThe length of the handle can make a big difference in your comfort and reach. Consider the height of your car's interior and ensure the handle is long enough to reach all areas easily. If you have a low-slung car or need to clean high areas, look for a car duster with an adjustable handle. https://preview.redd.it/gir1a7p8pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=450b10e3b0ab25d5f7295d8d2bfe0eb150bf25fc MaintenanceA car duster should be easy to clean and maintain. Look for a duster with a removable and washable head to make cleaning simpler. Some car dusters also come with a storage bag or pouch to keep them organized when not in use.PricePrice is always an important factor when considering a product. Car dusters can range in price from budget options to high-end models. Consider how much you're willing to spend and what features are most important to you when deciding on a car duster. Remember that a higher price doesn't always guarantee better quality.Reader Reviews and Ratingshttps://preview.redd.it/4fxm55l9pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c50b823120cc07622f381f7e6eb282f1d0bf0791 Reading reviews and ratings from other buyers can help you make a more informed decision. Look for car dusters with high ratings and positive reviews. Pay attention to feedback on ease of use, durability, and effectiveness. When it comes to choosing the right car duster, it's essential to consider factors like material, size, shape, and maintenance. By doing your research and finding the best car duster for your needs, you'll be able to keep your car's interior clean and beautiful. FAQWhat is a Car Duster?A Car Duster is a tool commonly used by car enthusiasts and professionals to quickly and easily remove dust, dirt, and debris from cars. It is designed to avoid the scratches and swirls that can be caused by regular wiping or cleaning methods. https://preview.redd.it/3oqpq5t9pb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=abefd10fcbf64ae101739735bd1ee0fc4103d462 How does a Car Duster work?A Car Duster typically consists of a soft, microfiber cloth that is loosely attached to a handle. When the user lightly runs the duster across the car's surface, the static electricity built up in the microfiber cloth attracts and picks up dust and dirt particles. This method helps to prevent scratching, as the cloth does not have to physically rub against the car's surface.What types of Car Dusters are available?There are several types of Car Dusters available in the market, such as: * Flat Car Dusters
Can a Car Duster be used on all car surfaces?Yes, a Car Duster can be used on most surfaces of a car, including exterior paint, windows, mirrors, and even the interior. However, it is crucial to avoid using it on delicate areas such as rubber trim or plastic parts that can get damaged by static. Always read the product instructions and test it on a small, inconspicuous area before use on any specific part of the car.How often should I use a Car Duster?The frequency of using a Car Duster depends on your personal preference and the level of dust and debris your car accumulates. However, it is generally recommended to clean your car regularly to prevent dirt buildup, protect the paint, and maintain its overall appearance. A weekly or bi-weekly maintenance routine can ensure your car stays clean and well-maintained.How do I clean and maintain my Car Duster?To clean your Car Duster, you can simply wipe it thoroughly with a damp cloth, or use a mild detergent and water solution if it's severely dirty. After cleaning, allow the duster to air dry completely to prevent any mold or mildew growth. To maintain the effectiveness of the duster, store it in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight to prolong its lifespan.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |