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Way to go Bartman! Head down...thats some crazy $h1t!! I had always meen a "missionary" type jumper. The traditional freefall stuff. The last year that I was jumping, I was being gleened to get a tandem cert because of my light weight. Thats why they would allow me unlimited jumps. Did the class room thing, and tossed alot of dopes on a roap. On the weekends I would hire out for students that had just been signed off so they could get some free fall instruction and have something to dive bomb. I had to go back to the real world that final winter, did alot of traveling, and except for the occasional hop n pop didnt get to jump much. I loved jumping more than eating at one time. I keep myself OK by stating that one day I shall return. Ditto on the money thing. Once one has all of his gear, jumping is not all that expensive. Problem is...all of the training and gear IS expensive! I allways went for quality gear for obvious reasons. In Texas they would alway shout in unison....Eat....Phuk....Skydive!! Blue Skys!

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Got my Nissan Sport Mag yesterday. Any one else? What did you think? They did a pretty good job of sticking to the promise of equal coverage. Looks like they are off to a good start. They also ask for, and promise to listen to input from the subscribers. Overall...I liked it. Congrats to 240hHoke (Austin) and HybridZ for getting a shot of his splendid 240 in the mag!!

When I was jumping every weekend hot and heavy, I owned three bikes. One was even a drag bike! Gotta get yer knees to the breez I used to say. In Ft. Collins, one summer, I logged 167 jumps. Used to get paid for it!! I say live it up! But follow the ruels of safety. The sport of skydiving has an awesome safety record. Safer that jet ski or snow skiing for that matter. Keep me posted. We can share some jump stories. They all start off with...."there I was", by the way!!

I like it. Where do I sign?

Gotta admit, he did find what he was looking for!! Too bad someone doesn't just DO IT. Looks as if every one wants something in CF for the Z. The last CF dude had troubles getting the parts out. Is the CF cursed?

Current corral.. 2005 silver Dodge, heavy duty doulie... Trigger. 1989 240 SX, black...Midnight. 1973 Orange VW Bug....Pumpkin. 1979 Blue, lifted 4X4 Jimmy.....Blue. 1996 Toyota Camery.....Dog. 1977 280Z V8.......Bitch. 2004 tractor......Bob.

Damn Doc....what a buzz kill! There is no DZ here in the panhandle so I dont jump anymore. But I have over 530 freefalls and have seen alot over the years. I absolutely loved it! Lost more friends to bikes by the way.

Sugar and spice and everything nice my ass. There once was a fair young maiden....this is her story.... One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I Would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!" I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Jon. I lived in Seattle for four years. Get out now while you still have your mind!!! Dont get me wrong, the city and the people are awesome. The constant weird ass weather used to drive me nuts! I even had mold grow on the top of my car! I moved there from Arizona so it was quite the shock. I was a military brat and when my father got out, I went in. I have since then been in the aviation industry and have had to go with the dough. Not too many places that I have NOT been. I liked the carolinas very much. Loved Michigan in the summer. Same for Montana. Seattle...see above. Loved Arizona. I was living in Colorado when I was offered a posistion in north Texas. Now... I spent 6 years in the Dallas area back in the eighties so I figured OK fine. Where I live now is far from Dallas. The weirdest thing, when I crossed the Colorado Texas border, it felt good for some reason. I realized that I like Texas. It's like another country. Has a lot to offer. Sea shores, forest, desert, big city, endless country. If some one would have asked me 5 years ago if I would live in Amarillo TX however, I would have thought them crazy. But after being here a while, I find that even the north panhandle of texas, beats just about anywhere I have been. God bless Texas!

Yep the EPA is crawling all over it. A well designed unit, and there are many of them, burn pretty clean. The problem is reulating the flow. The warmer the room the thinner the oil, the greater the flow, the hotter the room ect, ect. So far they require a bit of tweeking and are being pounded by the feds.

Good luck to ya Larry! After reading this post I felt compelled. Compelled to stroll out side and burn one! Seriously, hang in there!

Nope...now thats funny! Heres one Texas style. A commercial flight is at cruising altitude when suddenly there is a loud BANG. The plane starts screaming towards mother earth. A young attractive woman jumps up and screams, "Im to young to die". "I havent even been made a woman yet!" "Quick, is there any man aboard that can make a woman of me!" Up jumps this surly, dark haired, tall texas cowboy. He saunters towards the trembling young woman, unbuttoning his shirt as he strolls, revealing a muscular chest. As he comes nose to nose to this tender creature he opens his mouth and says "here, iron this shirt and fetch me a beer."

This needs to be titled "sick joke thread".

Nice one... Look at it this way, the mulleted honyock with missing teeth and that meth sunken face was driving a........remember the story.......yep a Chevy Vega with a big rust spot. I didn't mention it but the truck that we were driving in was a bran new cherry red Ford pick up. Now thats just plain meaness!

At the moment of the encounter, $#tless would be the correct state. After I got away, anger took over. When the police failed to nab the dude, after about two weeks of sleepless nights, mad set in. In brief, I started hunting for the a$$. And yes I did finally find him. And I got lucky and didn't kill him. It actually worked out better than I had planed. Lets say that I'll bet he is still looking over his shoulder. But Im better now. And much more polite.

Z-Tard....you warm my heart. Glad to hear from ya! Yep, right after the incidence, I was a mad MF! There is more to the story but I will keep that a private matter. It did send me on a path of being on gaurd while dealing with the general public. Especially on the hi way. There are people out there that if sufficiently provoked will actually try to kill you for getting in the way their day. It all turned out OK in the end and no further violence was required. If the chap had not had pissed off, shakey ass, poor gun handle, mads ass , spray the world down gun handling skills, it might have been different.

Welcome aboard Justin! It's good to see a Z thats not in a million pieces like mine! Check out this link below as an prime example of the wealth of information here at this premium site! I typed in the words "240 bumper bracket" in the search window. Youl dig this one as it answers your delema about the 240 bumper attachment situation. Its actually not a big deal. Enjoy the site, http://forums.hybridz.org/showthread.php?t=109717&highlight=240+bumper+bracket

Busted!! It's "hard" to have road rage when you have to "handle" other matters.

Heres my lesson. This is around 1985 in Texas. Understand that at that time, or place, or mabie it was the people that I hung with, it was considered red neck ettiquette to flip off your buddies. dont ask me why cause I didnt understand it then, and dont now. Picture your cruising the freeway and suddenly your friend pulls up next to you. Pling.....out pops the finger. I think it means hello. Any how, when leaving work and headed out to the country, I spot who I thought was a friend of mine by the big rust spot on the door of this Vega station wagon. Pling out pops my finger....hello right. Thing was it wasn't my friend. He starts riding the tailgate of the truck I was in as a passenger. The driver, unaware of my "polite" gesture starts slaming the brakes. Well it was on after that. Swervering, dodging, brake checking, finger flapping our way down a country road. At one point I believe a bottle was even lobbed at the chap. After a couple of miles of this game we came to a fork in the road at which point the driver of the truck I was in had had enough. Slams on the brake, throws it in park proclaiming he was going to kick some ass. The car pursuing us pulls up to my now opening door, rolls down his window (smart move), whips out a nickel plated 45 revolver and starts popping! And I dont mean in the air! I mean right at me! At about twenty feet the purcussion is something I will never forget. Guns sound different when being discharged at you. I slam the door shut as rounds start going poing, poing, poing into the truck. One through the door, door post, fender, side glass, running board. There was a pause, the nearly paralized driver gets back in the truck, I throw it into drive and use my left hand on the gas yelling GO, GO, GO!!! As we dart off I hear it again, poing, poing as the rounds hit the door again. These deals can get ugly fast. My hands shake as I type and I can tell that it was truly something that I will never forget. My finger stays in my pocket folks. Stays in my pocket!

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Very, very good Idea. The "not braking to piss off the already pissed off part". Good advise to your self. Been there, done that, and learned it well. Peace brother.

Of course its alway kewl to have all the goodies but personally Id rather grab my own gears when "I" decide. Kick downs are for girls!!

Yep most will deal. And they dont seem to care about the rep thing. If a person wants to have it rattle caned, they will do it! JK! Check this thread out. http://forums.hybridz.org/showthread.php?t=114566&highlight=Maco

Hello. Any pics sir?