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Name: James "Spic"
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 5/5/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Cars, downloading crap, the womenz, basketball, swimming, muzak, and dvds.
Expertise: Obviously not computers... haha.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
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AIM:  SpicN2
Member Since:
3/3/2004
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| Haha... well I guess now my parents know about my motorcycle. Didn't want to tell them just yet but I guess it was for the best. So yea... the other day I was just working out in the garage, and I always leave the garage door open when I work out so it will be cooler. Well while I was working out both my parents walk up to the garage. I knew showing my mom where I lived would come back to bite me... haha. My mom looks at the motorcycle and tells me to tell her that this belongs to one of the other 4 guys that live in the house and is not mine. I guess I could of lied to her right then and said it was one of theirs, but I figured since I wanted to tell her anywayz now was the perfect time.
Well now that my parents knew about the bike they offered to pay for my back brakes since I told them it was making funny noises. While I was taking the rear brake caliper off I noticed that there were no brake pads! The reason there were no brake pads was due to the previous ones being worn down till they dissolved and the brake pistons were rubbing against the rotor. Yea so the rear brake is all fucked up and I have to wait till this part place sends me new parts for the brake caliper. The shit is hella expensive too... all I ordered was one brake piston, one seal kit for that piston, one dust cover, two pins, and two brake shims. Basically, it was 100 bucks for a small metal cylinder, two rubber rings, a metal lid, two paper clips, and two thin pieces of metal to stick to the brake pads. It was 5 dolla for the freaking clips! They're about 2 inches in length and as thick as a paper clip. I guess that is to be expected since the parts are indeed OEM.
So yea... because the back brakes are shot... I can't ride until these parts come in... which wont be till November 6th at the earliest!!! I'm already having motorcycle withdrawals just thinking about it. Actually I would ride the bike now anywayz without the rear brakes... but since my parents know about it I'm not even gonna try it. They would freaking kill me.
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| Man I don't know what the hell is my problem but I have not been giving a shit about school or anything for that matter. I feel like I am stuck right now and I don't know how to get out of it. I've been skipping alot of class and missing some assignments already. Hopefully I get out of this phase before its too late for this semester.
Tonight I got my second request to do a wheelie and I am still unable to perform... shat. I don't know what the deal is but I still can't seem to pull one off. I was never able to do one when I was a kid... couldn't do it with a bicycle and was too scared to do it with the dirtbike. I think I just need to practice on my friend's dirtbike and then work from there. On a sidenote I did 120 down calvine tonight on the way back home... damn that was fun. Haha, I've only been riding for about 3-4 weeks now and I already feel like I need an upgrade. I already feel like I could be going faster. I really want to get an R1, that would be nice.
Damn, I swear the only thing that matters to me now is the motorcycle. It's my only outlet for wutever is bothering me. Everyday I look forward to riding to and from school. I'm actually glad I live so far away now because it means more riding. And when I get home everynight I'm still looking for somewhere to ride to. Man, I don't know that the heck I'm gonna do when it starts raining.. I wont even be able to ride anymore. Eh, enough rambling, tired... sleep.
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| Stamp it
Fold it
Crease it
Close it
Lock it
Stuff it
Sell it
Count it!
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| Man, I really do enjoy just going out for a ride on the bike. Did another 50 mile tour of the sacramento area tonight... ended up eatin' at adalbertos again. Thats right... ADAL bertos. I had the opportunity to experience what its like to go 110 mph on the motorcycle... and I must say... quite the rush. I tried to hit 120 on the way back home down calvine... but I wasn't sure if there was enough road left to make a slow and safe stop before the light... so I only hit 110 again. Gotta play it safe... I don't wanna be stupid ya know... haha. Speaking of stupid... I went on the freeway tonight too... which means I've combined what I'm not supposed to do with a permit which is don't ride at night and don't go on the freeway. Haha... obviously I don't care. Man... I'm not gonna get a license until at least the beginning of next year.
I've only been riding for about a week now and I already feel pretty comfortable with the bike. All I can say is that I like riding... ridey ride ride.
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| Ah, another motorcycle productive sunday. Feels good knowing that I have improved the condition of my vehicle... whether it be the motorcycle or truck. Today I changed the oil, added a light for the license plate so I wont get pulled over at night, and replaced the lights for the gauges so that I can see them now. Still have yet to figure out how to fix the blinker situation on the bike tho. When I turn on either of my turn signals... both the lights flash like my hazards are on. Man, I swear the guy who owned the bike before me was a freakin' idiot... and I'm not talkin bout Son... haha. He dropped the bike on both sides, the right more severe, he disconnected the back brake light when installing a new brake pump, he installed a stupid ass looking undertail setup, almost half the screws are missing or different for the fairings, and worst of all he put a racer sticker on the back! Oh well... I'm just concerned with the bike being legal... the other crap doesn't really matter.
Damn, I wanna go riding right now... but gotta sleep... shat.
Eh... Tomorrow.
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