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“Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…” -HST

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The world is run by C students. There are very few valedictorians that are running corporations.

Heard while watching “The Race to Nowhere.” (via holtthink)

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I think I had a "Zen" moment today.  "Someone took the love out of it. You have to put the love back into it."

-"Tiger"

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"You don't find passion, you make passion."

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Keep on Camping

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Be Desireless. Be Excellent. Be Gone.

The battery was definitely dead. The carburetors were flooded for sure. That's where I have to start. I'm going to cap off the YICS like I've been told I should. It's a neat concept but apparently just adds one more thing that could possibly go wrong. Plus it's in the way.

The concept of the YICS (Yamaha Induction Control System) creates a vortex or a "swirl" of the fuel and air mixture as it enters the chamber for combustion. It's supposed to help burn the mixture more efficiently. All in all, it's a cool concept, but not really necessary. They're downdraft carburetors to begin with. They fuel/air mixture has gravity on it's side. There is also something wrong with the floats, as fuel is leaking from the overflow passages on the sides of the carburetors. Either they simply aren't adjusted property (likely answer), the inlet needles are worn (doubtful, but not to be ruled out), or my next guess is that the accelorator pump needs to be adjusted. There's something wrong with how fuel is getting into the cylinder.  I choked pretty hard, messed with the idle adjust screw, and tweeked what I could. Only a cough and a sputter were the signs of life.  I've since removed the carburetors. I'll need new gaskets as well which I believe I'll make myself this time.  I only pulled out one spark plug which looked ok. I'll probably replace them anyway.

Adjust. Sync. Tune.  No more screwing around. Let's get this show on the road. 

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An excerpt from On The Road, by Jack Kerouac "Just about that time a strange thing began to haunt me. It was this: I had forgotten something. There was a decision that I was about to make before Dean showed up, and now it was driven clear out of my mind but still hung on the tip of my mind's tongue. I kept snapping my fingers, trying to remember it. I even mentioned it. And I couldn't even tell if it was a real decision or just a thought I had forgotten. It haunted and flabbergasted me, made me sad. It had to do somewhat with the Shrouded Traveler. Carlo Marx and I once sat down together, knee to knee, in two chairs, facing, and I told him a dream I had about a strange Arabian figure that was pursuing me across the desert; that I tried to avoid; that finally overtook me just before I reached the Protective City. "Who is this?" said Carlo. We pondered it. I proposed it was myself, wearing a shroud. That wasn't it. Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the rememberance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die? In the rush of events I kept thinking about this in the back of my mind. I told it to Dean and he instantly recognized it as the simple longing for pure death; and because we're all of us never in life again, he, rightly, would have nothing to do with it, and I agreed with him then."

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I really want 30 days of this

Bein Kemen ☮

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I can't change who I am, but maybe I can alter my course. You can build the Titanic, but you don't have to drive it like its unsinkable.

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Motivation I'm keeping my backpack in the corner of my room as motivation.

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Perfect

i just really like boys. 

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Merry Christmas

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Conquest of the Air instagram:

Remembering the Wright Brothers

To see more photos of the Wright Brothers National Memorial, visit the location page.

109 years ago today, two bicycle mechanic brothers from Ohio, Wilbur and Orville Wright, piloted the first sustained airplane flight in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.

Wind, sand and privacy brought the Wrights to Kitty Hawk’s Kill Devil Hills in 1900 and the brothers spent three years conducting experiments there. Visitors to the hills today can walk along the routes of the four flights that took place on December 17, 1903, and also visit the 60-foot (18 meter) granite monument that was dedicated in their honor in 1932. Inscribed on the memorial tower is the phrase “In commemoration of the conquest of the air by the brothers Wilbur and Orville Wright conceived by genius achieved by dauntless resolution and unconquerable faith,” and atop the tower is a marine beacon, similar to one found in a lighthouse.

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Rider of Vision (Taken with Instagram)

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Chipped Chopped