The link goes to the right time. It’s a little wooden roll, or something, near the end.Got a timestamp for us non-locals?
The link goes to the right time. It’s a little wooden roll, or something, near the end.Got a timestamp for us non-locals?
It's actually about shoulder height, steeper than the camera makes it look and a flat shortish run into it. Impressed he had that much speed over itThe link goes to the right time. It’s a little wooden roll, or something, near the end.
I'm glad I'm not the only one that think the child slaves is ok. In the absence of access to education they need something to do.I know yours would be fair trade but the organic shop around the corner has vegan easter eggs. I don't get people who think milking a cow is bad but child slaves to pick the beans is ok.
Time reference please????LTIL: seeing a trail feature I built at Coomie being utterly misused on the latest Pinkbike Friday Fails compilation
Faarkoff, You are at that age now where you can hide all your own Easter Eggs!Hiding a dozen Easter eggs in holes and tree stumps around our 40 acre block with only vague directions for the kids tomorrow.
The purpose was to make the underlying log into something. Unfortunately, the track didn't allow enough room for an airtime jump...nor did the budget. Plus the corner this feature cut off was actually a ripper...What is the purpose of that feature? Is it the mini-est gap ever conceived, a roller with a dip?
He had some seriously flatted tyres just before he smacks it.It's actually about shoulder height, steeper than the camera makes it look and a flat shortish run into it. Impressed he had that much speed over it
No...it was meant to look meaner than it is.It's not meant to be a jump though is it?
Well done @silentbutdeadly on becoming a famous real builder.
No...it was meant to look meaner than it is.
Thanks...TBH I think most of the Coomie Mob aren't that keen on it...
I know BJ goes over it, maybe couple of others, I've done it once, but not in a race as the B line is only half a bike length slower.No...it was meant to look meaner than it is.
Thanks...TBH I think most of the Coomie Mob aren't that keen on it...
No mention of the old man !LTIH...not knowing this had been printed.
Still a dad brag LTIL.
https://www.thecourier.com.au/story/6685417/siblings-sitting-on-top-of-the-mountain/
They didn’t care for losers.No mention of the old man !
I 'only' liked it cos I'm scared of what you'd do if I laughed, and you know how to find where I liveThis could be a story for the fuckwits thread but it's not because (whilst I'm still a fuckwit) I wasn't treated like one.
We are blessed to be the home and carer's of my brother's aged chainsaw. Despite the fact that it dates from around 1993...this model of Husqvarna (455 Rancher) remains in production till this day. Think of it as the Nissan Skyline...
Powerful. Decent 20 inch bar. Runs well when it runs. Heavy. Exhausting. Seemingly cursed.
Honestly...every time I try to use it it...it crashes. Or I chuck it as far as I can throw it...or at least away from my feet.
Finally, I thought, this is dumb. A chainsaw should not defeat me. I tidyed it up. Squared the bar. Newly sharpened chain. Running sweet. Hooked it into a big old tree and it nailed it. YES. Set sail on the second cut...and it died like it had been stabbed.
I proceeded to behave like it was Giant's fault that I had fallen off the skinny.
When all good reason had returned, some actual fault finding happened. Turned out the ignition module had sparked its last.
Naturally, I turned to some random Chinese knockoff module that a bloke in Melbourne said I could have next week for a third of the price that the local dealer said I could have about the same time. For three times that. Plus freight...
It turned up. I fitted it. There was spark. And the mongrelfuggingcunovaovashitstirringbastardcunovacunt...still wouldn't start. The Lad cleverly figured this out and cleared the shed before his ears burned.
I gave up.
I walked the walk of shame.
I walked into the local small engine mechanic with my cursed chainsaw. This past morning.
I said I couldn't start it. It was beyond me.
He looked me in the eye.
He set the choke. He pressed the primer. And he let her rip.
That fucking thing started. He flooded the shop with smoke.
He said: You probably flooded it.
I thought: I'm a fucking joke...
"Bring it back if it gives you grief but yeah they are pricks of things..."
And I skulk right out the door...
And yet the LTIL is the nod I got from Old Mate before I left is that it happens to us all...
I still dead set despise that chainsaw...