#Motorcycle battery meter

[iwritesmutnottragedy]

EZ was cruising down the scorching hot highway on his motorcycle, the midday sun beating down on him relentlessly. The engine of his bike roared under him as he weaved effortlessly through the sparse traffic. His thoughts were interrupted by something that caught his eye. A lone figure walking along the shoulder of the highway, a woman who was struggling under the merciless sun.

As he pulled closer, he noticed that she was sunburned and obviously exhausted from walking what must have been a great distance. However, there was not a single abandoned car in sight for miles.

He slowed down and pulled over to the shoulder just a few meters ahead of her. He killed the engine of his bike and kicked down the stand. He took off his helmet and got off the bike, feeling the heat from the asphalt as he walked over to the woman.

He approached her cautiously, taking in her exhausted appearance. He could see that she was dehydrated and on the verge of heat stroke. He stopped a few feet away from her and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Hey," he said quietly, trying not to startle her. "You alone out here?" His voice was tinged with concern.

Sara had been walking for hours now. Her car had broken down and since she was in between insurances she needed to Huff it to the nearest gas station or tow company- or at least until her cell phone could get some decent reception. The walk had started out perfectly tolerable but she still wasn't used to the sun this close to the equator. It beat down on her relentlessly and before long left her exhausted, with a headache and stinging soles on the bottom of her feet.

Countless cars had passed by her with no interest, so she was surprised when a motorcycle pulled up in front of her and stopped. The tall, imposing biker stood a few feet away from her and she couldn't help but stare at him with an expression of utter bewilderment as she mumbled,

"Yeah I'm alone.. obviously? Why? " she couldn't help the note of suspicion that snuck into her voice. It was natural to be hesitant for her, being a woman who lived on her own and traveled so often.

EZ couldn't help but notice the note of suspicion in her voice, but he couldn't exactly blame her. She was alone and stranded on a highway, and he was a stranger.

"I just noticed you've been walking for a while," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "I wanted to make sure you're okay." He took a few steps closer to her, his eyes flicking over her sunburned skin. She was definitely dehydrated.

A little bit of her defensive posture faded at that answer and she found herself suddenly extremely tired. Sara nodded and shoved her hands in the pockets of her ripped and paint stained jeans. At least she hadn't been wearing a skirt or dress but the sneakers on her feet weren't exactly meant for long hikes. The longer she stood still the more the stinging in her feet increase. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other end tried to hurry the conversation along so she could continue walking.

"I'm... I'm okay. It's just hot as balls out you know." She wiped a sweaty palm against the denim of her pants. "My car broke down about three or four mile markers back so I've been out here most of the day. "

EZ listened to her explanation, taking in her tired appearance and the way she shifted her weight, clearly in discomfort. He could see the sunburn on her skin and the fatigue in her eyes.

"That's rough, especially in this heat," he said, nodding. "Do you have a cell phone? You could call a tow truck or something."

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at his suggestion, an expression of brief disbelief on her face. In response she wordlessly fished through her pocket to pull out her cell phone and held it up for him to see. "It's a crappy out of state network, I get bad reception even when I'm not stranded in the middle of a desert. "

And she hadn't wanted to waste the battery by repeatedly checking the bars to keep trying. According to the last mile marker she'd passed, she was only two more miles away from an exit with a gas station. At least by then maybe she could use her phone and call someone to tow her car. That was, if she didn't pass out first.

"It's just my shitty luck. I'm used to it. "

EZ nodded, understanding her predicament. "Those dead spots out here can be rough," he conceded. "But walking in this heat isn't really safe, especially not with those burns." He pointed out the sunburn on her skin.

He could tell she was determined, but he also knew that her body was close to reaching its limit. At this point, pushing her onward could be dangerous.

"Listen," he said, his voice gentle. "Why don't I give you a ride to the nearest gas station? You can call someone from there."

Indecision tour at her gut. He could either help her or.. she didn't want to think about the alternatives. Still, if she was being realistic she didn't think she could make it much further down this road. Her fist clenched and unclenched at her sides, embarrassment and mortification at being caught in this kind of situation hot and uncomfortable and made tears staying at the corner of her eyes.

Something in her hated to admit when she needed help, maybe it was the proud way that her father had raised her but the words felt sour in her mouth as she nodded and took a couple steps closer to the man in front of her.

"Yeah.. I guess that would be smart. But I swear, if you murder me I will haunt you and your ancestors. " she knew the threat would probably mean more to her than him, but it still gave her comfort.

EZ couldn't help but chuckle at her threat. He could see the emotion in her face and hear the vulnerability in her voice. He knew she wasn't used to asking for help.

"I promise I won't murder you," he said with a smile. "And I can't really risk being haunted, especially not by a vengeful spirit. My ancestors are already a handful."

He gestured towards his motorcycle.

"You ever ridden on one of these before?"

She can help but crack a smile at their mark on his ancestors. Something about him was slowly disarming her, and she found her hands dropping from where they were perched on her hips in a semi-judgmental fashion. She looked at the bike and her expression flickered with anxiety for a moment. "No, I've never been on one. "

Sara had always dreamed of it, thought that they looked exciting and even a little bit wild. But in the end she had decided to purchase an RV instead of a motorbike. It suited her purpose is more. "What am I supposed to do? "

EZ noticed her uneasiness and offered a reassuring smile. "It's okay, I'll make sure you're safe. Just hop on and hold onto me, alright?"

He patted the seat behind him, indicating where he wanted her to sit. "You can put your arms around my waist if you're feeling shaky. I won't go too fast, and I've got a helmet for you as well."

Sara hesitated for a moment, but the heat was getting to her. She put her hands on the seat and awkwardly climbed onto the back of the bike, settling behind EZ.

She wasn't used to being in such a close proximity to a stranger, let alone a large, powerful-looking man like him. She swallowed and tried to control her nerves. "This is a first for me," she admitted, adjusting her grip on his waist.

The bike felt large and foreign to her. She felt slightly unsteady.

"I feel like I should apologize in advance if I do something wrong," she muttered, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

EZ chuckled lightly, amused by her nervous energy. "You won't do anything wrong," he said, his voice reassuring. "Just relax and hold on. I promise I'll keep you safe."

He could sense her discomfort and did his best to make her feel more at ease. He started the engine of his bike, the low rumble filling the air. He checked over his shoulder to make sure she was seated properly.

"You ready?" he asked, looking back at her.

She didn't know if it was the sunburn or the way that he said he would keep her safe but her cheeks felt just slightly hotter than she nodded when he asked if she was ready. Sara's entire body tense and she locked her arms around his waist but as the bike took off and she realized she wasn't going to go tumbling to the ground, she loosened her hold on him to something more natural and comfortable for the both of them.

After a few minutes she found that she was even enjoying herself, the wind hitting her sunburned skin helped cool her in a way she hadn't expected. There was also a sense of Freedom that came with moving so fast down the highway with nothing- no barrier between them and the open road. She was almost disappointed when they finally slowed to a stop outside the gas station.

She dismounted from the bike and stumbled back, a little bit days and her legs felt wobbly both from the fading adrenaline and the sudden lack of the bikes vibration under her. She pulled out her cell phone and checked the reception and smiled when there was finally three strong bars.

"Thank you, " she breathed with relief. "Honestly I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't stopped by. "

EZ watched as she dismounted and checked her phone, a sense of relief washing over him when she seemed satisfied with the reception.

"You're welcome," he said with a shrug, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I couldn't just leave you stranded out there in the sun."

He leaned against his bike, his eyes flickering up and down her sunburnt form. "You should probably put some sunscreen on that before you get into any more trouble. Those burns look painful."

" Trust me, my first plan of action when I get my RV up and running is to take a whole jar of aloe and just.." she looked away, suddenly realizing that she was preparing to paint a bit of an inappropriate picture for him." Anyways, I've never got your name?"

She felt a little bit bad now that she'd been so suspicious of him in the first place. In fact, she didn't know if it was because he had helped her or because she was no longer worried about passing out from heat stroke but.. he was actually pretty attractive. Like, really attractive. She noticed the leather vest he wore and the patch on it and tilted her head to the side curiously. "Interesting patches. Do they mean anything? "

EZ couldn't help but smile at her description of her plans with the aloe. He understood the relief of finding remedy to a sting or burn.

"Ezekiel Reyes," he said, answering her query. "But people call me EZ. And these-" he gestured to the leather patches on his vest "-they represent my motorcycle club. That's how we identify ourselves to each other."

He looked back at her, noticing the curious tilt of her head. "You're eyeing the patch, huh?"

She nodded and understanding. Not knowing much about motorcycles, she had of course heard of motorcycle clubs but didn't know any of the intricacies involved in its membership or they're dealings and business. What head stood out to her was the familiar curvature of the line work in the patches, so much similar to the glyphs that she used in her own artwork.

"Yeah, the designs look very Mesoamerican. Mayan, specifically. Like.. I'm pretty sure that's Chaac? Right?"

She took a step forward towards him without realizing, leaning to get a better look at the patch designs on his vest. "Unless I'm just seeing things from heat stroke.."

EZ was a bit surprised to hear her mention Chaac. Most people didn't recognize the design on his patch, much less identify it.

"You're right," he said, his voice tinged with mild surprise. "That is Chaac. And this-" he pointed to another symbol on his patch "-that's Itzli, the patron Saint of our club."

He took a moment to regard her. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he questioned as she stepped closer to observe the designs more carefully.

She resisted the urge to reach out and run her fingers over the embroidered patches. It was a close thing though, instead she crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him with more interest then she had previously thought capable of. It seemed like too big of a coincidence that a man with such meaningful glyphs had saved her. She quickly and silently mentally thanked the ancestors and her patron for their involvement.

"Strong patrons," she observed and finally reached up to reverently touch one of the curved teeth in Chaac's design. "I prefer Ix'chel."

She dropped her hand as if burned and took a half step back. Her dark eyes widened and she felt a little vulnerable...and a lot *seen*. Sara shrugged and shoved her hands back in her pockets. She usually didn't explain her heritage outside of trying to sell her art. Talking about herself in genuine conversation felt...odd.

"My dad is Salvadoreño. It's just how I was brought up." She explained, her head feeling a little bit woozy and her mouth felt full of cotton.

EZ noticed the sudden shift in her demeanor, how she withdrew her hand and took a step back as if he had spooked her. He could sense her discomfort, her vulnerability, and he knew that he had struck a chord.

He watched her carefully, as she attempted to dismiss the subject with a shrug and a vague explanation. His eyes lingered on her face, taking in the flush in her cheeks and the way her mouth seemed to struggle with words.

"You don't just carry the knowledge of your heritage. You carry the essence of it," he stated quietly.

EZ narrowed his eyes, studying her for a moment. He could sense that there was more to her history than she was letting on, a deeper connection that ran through her veins.

"If you connect with Ix'chel, that's no coincidence," he continued, his voice low and steady. "It's a legacy, a legacy that runs in your blood and your bones. You can't dismiss it so easily."

Her eyes were large as saucers as he said the words. It felt as though the air had been punched from her lungs- there's no way he could know. It was impossible, the words and message from her patron coming out of the mouth of a tall imposing biker. The world spun around her and she took a single stumbling step forward.

"You can't know that..." She whispered, eyes glassy. The hours spent in the heat and dehydration catching up to her quickly now.

EZ reached out instinctively, grabbing her elbow to steady her as she stumbled forward. He could tell that she was overwhelmed, the weight of his words hitting her harder than he had anticipated.

His grip was firm and gentle at the same time, grounding her in place as she seemed to struggle to find her footing. His eyes searched her face, his expression one of concern and understanding.

"Don't pass out on me, ahora," he muttered, his voice tinged with genuine worry.

EZ could feel the heat emanating from her skin, a stark contrast to the cool evening air. He knew that she was likely suffering from more than just a sunburnt face.

"You're dehydrated,” he said, “and probably overheating. You need water and shade."

He looked around the gas station, taking notice of a small sheltered area. "Come on. Over there. Take a seat."

He guided her gently towards the spot, making sure she was steady on her feet before letting her go and grabbing a bottle of water from his bike's storage.

She accepted the water bottle gratefully, unscrewing it with shaky hands and drinking half of it in one go. When she was done she looked up at easy with a slightly embarrassed expression and carded a hand through her messy long dark hair. She had been up for nearing 24 hours at this point, coupled with the heat exhaustion she felt about ready to pass out.

" I'm sorry for that reaction, I must seem crazy." She tried to make herself take slower sips of the water bottle so she didn't finish it too quickly. "It's just something I spend a lot of time thinking about so it was a little weird to have you say that. "

Despite drinking the water and it replenishing some of the energy that she had lost, she still felt bone tired and didn't look forward to the extended process it would take and getting a tow and finding a spot to rent to park her RV for the night.

The more and more she thought about it, the more she felt like just laying down on the bench and taking a long nap.

EZ watched her as she drank the water, his gaze steady and observant. He noticed the way her hands trembled slightly, the exhaustion and dehydration taking a toll on her body.

As she apologized for her reaction, he shook his head slightly. "You don't seem crazy," he assured her. "You seem like you carry a lot of weight on your shoulders."

He leaned against a nearby wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he observed her. Her words about spending a lot of time thinking about her heritage intrigued him.

He had a feeling that there was more to her story than she was letting on, that her connection to her roots went far deeper than mere interest.

He watched as she took smaller sips of her water, her fatigue evident in the slow, drained movements.

"You're not just tired," he observed quietly. "You're exhausted. When's the last time you slept?"

She leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees, trying to breathe slow and steady and fight off the way that the world seem to be closing in around her. She didn't want to pass out in front of this guy after he saved her from the side of the road. Sara gritted her teeth and forced the words out of her mouth.

" I had just gotten off of an overnight shift and was on my way home when my car broke down. " her voice trembles and she almost let the water bottle drop to the ground before forcing herself to set it down as gently as possible. "Honestly I would have been asleep hours ago if this hadn't have happened."

EZ watched as Sara struggled to stay upright, her exhaustion evident in the way her voice trembled and her body strained. He felt a pang of concern for her well-being, knowing that she was on the brink of passing out.

As she spoke, he took note that she'd come straight from work and had been dealing with car trouble for hours. He could see the toll it had taken on her body and mind, the weariness etched in every line of her face.

"How far is your RV from here?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.

Her eyes had started to close for longer and longer increments of time but at his question her head jerked up. Sara looked at Ezekiel and squinted, trying to make out the details of his face despite how blurry her vision felt at the moment. Suppress the hand to her head, suddenly feeling a splitting headache coming on. "I'm not sure probably like.. Six miles?"

She struggled to recount how long she had been walking on the road and the amount of mile markers she passed. "I think I had been walking about four miles when you stopped me, and we drove two miles here.. right?"

She closed her eyes again and her entire body seemed to sag a little, as if gravity were increasing on her.

EZ's eyes widened as Sara mentioned the distance to her RV. Six miles was a good bit farther than he expected, and the fact that she'd already walked four miles on her own was nothing less than impressive.

He listened as she recounted her steps, nodding slowly as she ticked off the miles she had walked and driven. Her exhaustion was evident in the way her body seemed to droop, her voice growing quieter with every word.

"Yeah. We came two miles to the gas station," he confirmed, his voice firm but gentle.

He studied her face, noting the fatigue etched into every line. The woman was exhausted, that much was obvious. She was struggling to keep herself upright and had been on her feet for too long.

"That's a lot of distance," he said, his voice quiet. "And you've been up all night. You need to rest."

He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and took a step closer to her, studying her even more closely than before.

The statement felt so obvious that she could laugh. As it was a sardonic little smile twisted her full lips and Sara leaned back against the bench, rolling her head to look at Ezekiel's expression. He looked so.. concerned. She hadn't been expecting that from a stranger, and he seemed to be continuously surprising her. She could barely keep her eyes open at this point and had a feeling she was probably going to end up sleeping on the gas station bench until she could get her bearings and finally call someone to give her a ride back to her RV and take a look at what might have malfunctioned.

It certainly wasn't ideal, and she knew it was possible that she could end up being mistaken for a homeless person or someone in a much more vulnerable position if she ended up sleeping somewhere so publicly- but she couldn't be damned to move. And she had no one to call for help. Sara had only been in Santo Padre for a couple of months now and all of her family lived very far away . Finally she managed to utter the words, her eyebrows raised with curiosity.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

EZ could hear the resignation in her voice, how she had resigned herself to sleeping on a gas station bench and just waiting until the sun came up. It was obvious that she was tired to the point of delirium, but also stubborn enough to hold out until she found a solution.

He couldn't help but admire her determination, even in her exhausted state. He stood in front of her, considering his options, when a thought occurred to him.

He looked down at her, his eyes fixed on her face. She looked on the verge of falling asleep right where she sat, her exhaustion and dehydration finally catching up to her.

"How about this?" he suggested. "I'll take you back to my place. You can get some rest there."

He knew it wasn't the most conventional solution, and he was sure she would have protests. But it was better than letting her sleep on a gas station bench in the middle of the night.

She was just too tired to argue. Every movement she made was full of pure exhaustion and she nodded and squinted up at him. "And our deal still stands? You promise not to murder me? " It was only half a joke.

EZ chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

"I promise not to murder you," he assured her, his voice low and even.

He leaned down and put a strong hand on her arm, gently tugging her to her feet. "Can you walk to my bike, or do you need me to carry you?"

Sara allowed herself to be manipulated and ended up leaning on him quite a bit as they made their way over to his bike. It was harder to swing her leg over and take her place behind him this time and she clung to his middle with shaking arms. For one scary moment she worried that she might actually accidentally let go and fall off. But as Ezekiel started the bike his arm came down and clasped hers tightly like an iron band.

She rested her helmeted head against his back and couldn't stop her eyes from closing. The feeling of the bike vibrating underneath them and his large warm back in front of her was just too soothing. By the time they slowed to a stop and she was expected to get off the bike-- it took a moment for her to come to grip with her surroundings.

Behind easy and then back at his face and then let out a slightly delirious little giggle. "You live in an RV too? "

EZ chuckled as he felt her head rest against his back. She was clinging to him tightly, her grip like a vice, as if worried she would fall off at any second.

He could feel the exhaustion in every line of her body pressed against him, and he knew that she was probably moments away from passing out.

As he pulled to a stop and she stumbled off the bike, he couldn't help but smile at her slightly delirious question.

"Yeah," he replied, grinning. "I've been living in this RV for a couple years now."

It reminded her so much of her own, just lacking the spray paint and excessive decals that she had decorated hers with. Sara stepped into the RV and all but collapsed into the seat at the small table, curling up comfortably. "This is trippy, but your place is really cute."

EZ chuckled at her description of his RV, calling it cute. He had never thought of it in those terms, but he supposed it wasn't entirely inaccurate. He watched her as she took a seat at the small table, her body curled into a comfortable slump.

"Thanks," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I guess I never thought of it as cute, but I'll take the compliment."

He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her settling in.

"I really appreciate this, EZ." Sara said genuinely, her head rolling back and resting against the wall. Now that she knew she *could* safely rest, it was quickly becoming an impossible battle to keep her eyes open. Her arms loosely hugged her knees to her chest and her breathing started to even out.

"I totally owe you one." She murmured and finally drifted off to sleep.

EZ watched as Sara's eyes slowly closed, her exhaustion finally overcoming her and allowing her to fall asleep. She rested against the wall, her arms hugging her knees to her chest and her breathing even and steady.

He couldn't help but smile at the sight, and feel a pang of sympathy for her. She looked so young, so vulnerable, and he knew she must be exhausted beyond belief.

He didn't reply, knowing that she was already asleep. Instead, he stood there for a moment, watching her, before heading over to the small kitchenette to grab a bottle of water.

He filled a glass with water and brought it back to the table, setting it down within reach of Sara's hand in case she woke up and needed it. He then stepped back, his eyes roaming over her once more, making sure she was okay.

EZ leaned back against the counter again, his arms still crossed over his chest. He didn't want to leave her alone, didn't want her to wake up alone in a foreign place. He also couldn't help but feel a protective instinct towards her, despite the fact that he barely knew her.

It was nearly two and a half hours before Sara started to wake up. There was a knot in her neck from the way that her head had rolled to the side on her shoulder, and she was so *cold* from the chill of her sunburned skin. Before opening her eyes she almost made the mistake of thinking she was home--except this RV smelled a lot less like weed and perfume and a lot more like...a guy?

She opened her eyes as the memories from the past few hours came rushing back and she realized she was very much *not* in her RV. When she looked across the space she saw EZ heating something up on a relatively small electric stove top.

"How long was I asleep?" Sara asked quietly. Her head throbbed from a mix of how dehydrated she had been and the sun exposure. Her fingers gratefully closed over the glass of water by her and she took small, controlled drinks. A stark contrast to the desperation she'd felt when they first got to the gas station.

EZ heard Sara stirring and turned to look at her when he heard her speak. He could see the confusion and slight disorientation on her face as she adjusted to her surroundings. He glanced at his watch, noting the time.

"About two and a half hours," he replied, his voice soft so as not to startle her. "You needed the sleep."

He watched as she took small sips of the water, her thirst finally under control. He could see the fatigue and the slight headache etched on her face, no doubt a result from the dehydration and sun exposure.

He turned back towards the stove, focusing his attention on what he was heating up. It wasn't much, just some canned soup, but he figured it would be enough to help nourish her a little.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his back still turned to her. "Headache? Nausea?"

After sitting up she assessed herself, taking in her body's different aches and pains. There was still plenty of discomfort but it was such a far cry better than before she felt...silly, complaining. "Yeah, my head is screaming at me and my feet and legs hurt a little from the walk. I'm used to standing outside for most of the day vending at festivals but...that's a lot different."

When she was vending she could always close down her booth and take a smoke break in the back, even if that did mean potential loss of income.

"I'm sorry I took over your evening...Did I fuck up your plans?" She asked with a mix of sympathy and curiosity.

EZ's eyes flicked back towards her as she assessed her pain levels. He could see the discomfort on her face, but she seemed to be trying to stay strong and not complain about her ailments.

He chuckled softly at her question, his hands moving as he continued to prepare the soup. "No, you didn't mess up my plans," he reassured her. "I didn't have any plans anyway. I'm a prospect of the MC, the club keeps me busy most of the time."

He turned back to the stove, stirring the soup as it began to simmer. "And trust me, you didn't take over my evening. I don't mind you being here."

He wasn't sure why he added that last part, but it rolled off his tongue before he could stop it.

He turned off the stove and poured the soup into a bowl, his eyes flickering over to her again. "Do you think you can eat?"

Her stomach growled loudly as if answering for her and Sara looked away in embarrassment. After letting out a small mortified chuckle, she nodded. "Yeah, I think I can eat...*Thank you.*"

She thought about his answer and realized she didn't know very much at all about his life in the club and what it meant for him. After accepting the bowl and eating a couple of spoonful's she asked, "So...I know I sound dumb but, what's a prospect?"

EZ smiled at her embarrassed reaction to her growling stomach, finding it oddly endearing. He handed the bowl of soup to her and watched as she started eating.

When she asked about prospects, he chuckled softly and leaned against the counter. "A prospect is someone who's trying to become a member of the club. They have to go through a trial period, kind of like an initiation. It's a way of testing their loyalty and commitment to the club before they're fully patched in as a member."

She thought about that quietly while she ate. Personally she had always had trouble taking orders from others and couldn't imagine it. *He must be really patient.* She thought, before leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand. "How long is the trial period? Is it like a set time or just until they feel you've proved yourself?"

Still, it was a type of community. And Sara wasn't willing to disrespect that no matter how different from her own life it was. Her tone was full of curiosity without any judgement. "That sounds really hard...but you like it?"

EZ nodded, appreciating her interest and lack of judgement. It was refreshing to have someone ask him questions without the usual judgement and prejudice he often faced from outsiders.

"The trial period is usually a year," he explained. "But it can be extended or shortened depending on how well the prospect does. And yeah, I like it. It's hard, but it's all worth it in the end. The club has always been there for me, given me a sense of purpose and belonging."

He took a moment to look at her, studying her expression. She seemed genuinely interested, which was something he wasn't used to. He found himself wanting to tell her more about his life and the club.

He pushed off from the counter and took a seat across from her. "What about you? You said you were a street vendor, but you're not from the area. Where do you come from?"

Sara paused eating when EZ sat down across from her, her fingers began to self consciously brush the tangles out of her long dark hair before twisting it into a long braid with familiar ease. Both to appear just a little bit less messy and also to make sure none of the rebellious strands tried to find their way into her food.

"That obvious or just cuz it's a small town?" She couldn't help but wonder, looking down at herself. For some reason she always felt like she stood out wherever she went, even though there was nothing that peculiar about her on first glance.

"Right now I'm mostly just traveling from gig to gig. I grew up in the Appalachian mountains. It's...a pretty complicated story."

EZ chuckled softly, his eyes tracing over her as she braided her hair. He could see the self-consciousness in her movements, the desire to appear a little more presentable.

"Both," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It's a small town, and you definitely stand out. But I've always had a good eye for people, especially out-of-towners."

He watched her for a moment, studying her answer. "I understand complicated," he replied softly. "I don't judge. You don't have to share if you don't want to."

She nodded. It wasn't that she didn't mind telling him, it's just that people tended to react very divisively to her past. "I...don't mind, I like talking to you."

She took a couple more swallows of soup and then set the spoon down in favor of bringing her legs up on the seat to cross them under her. It wasn't exactly a ladylike sitting position but it was comfortable and allowed her to think of what to say just a little bit easier and prevented her from stimming to obviously. "My mom's family is from the Appalachians. New York Jews that decided to move out of the city."

It was hard to resist tapping her fingers against the table, already the muscles in her legs tightened subtly under the table, urging her to let them bounce. Talking about herself or her family always seemed to set off her ticks a little. "And like I said my dad's family is from El Salvador. He came to the States to escape the civil war in the...70? 80s? That whole time was fucking bloody and messy."

EZ listened intently to her story, his eyes never leaving her face. He could sense the tension in her muscles, the urge to fidget, but he understood. She was clearly thinking about her past, things that had clearly left an impact.

He watched her legs under the table, noticing the subtle bounces. He appreciated that she was being open with him, sharing her background without any judgement.

"That sounds like a complicated past," he commented softly. "It must have been tough, growing up with such different family histories. And the war...it must have been really hard for your dad."

"It left some scars in him," She agreed easily. "Most of his childhood friends from Ahuachapan ended up dead or recruited into the resistance." Her tone was somber, talking about that part of history always made her a little sad. She couldn't look at lives lost as just numbers on a paper-- they were *people*. "But he mostly grew up here. Became a musician and made a name going the festival artist route. That's how I learned...how I grew up."

EZ nodded, his expression serious. He could see the sadness in her eyes, the understanding of the impact of war. He knew that all too well. He too had seen death and loss, it was the life he lived.

"So your dad's a musician," he commented, his voice soft. "And you grew up going to festivals and stuff like that. Sounds like you've had a unique upbringing."

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying her intently. She was different from anyone else he'd met before.

"How did you end up vending?" He asked curiously. "Did you decide to follow in your dad's footsteps?"

He watched her closely, interested in her answer. He could feel himself becoming increasingly intrigued by her story, the more he learned about her.

Moving on from her family history to her personal one was a lot easier. She could defend her own choices, but talking about family had always felt a little loaded. Sara perked up but her expression twisted as she thought about his answer and then she steeled herself, knowing this part of her people tended to judge.

"Yes and no...I was kind of left with no other options at first." Finally she couldn't stay still any longer, one of her legs freed itself from where it had been trapped under her and bounced against the floor of the RV. It was either that to start rocking in a barely-there self soothing movement. And like *hell* was she going to stim that way in front of him.

"My brain's a little fucked up, autism and some stuff. So I dropped out of school my senior year and got my GED." She tried her best to sound confident, or at the very least casual, but the blush had returned to her sunburnt cheeks.

"And then I didn't know *what* to do, so I moved in with my dad and started working selling my art and our jewelry at festivals. And just...never stopped."

EZ listened intently as she explained her journey, his expression remaining neutral. He could sense her slight anxiety about revealing this part of herself, but he didn't judge. He knew all about making unconventional life choices.

"Your 'brain's a little fucked up?'" He echoed, his voice soft. "I think you're being a little hard on yourself."

He noticed her leg bouncing, the need to move or fidget, even the slight rocking. But he didn't say anything, just watched her patiently.

"You dropped out," he continued. "And you've turned it into something productive. You're an artist, you sell your work. That's pretty damn impressive."

He leaned forward now, his eyes meeting hers. "And I don't care about your brain. It's part of what makes you...you. It's not a flaw to me."

Sara's eyes widened and his words seemed to banish away some of the insecurity. She couldn't help but smile and found herself leaning forward and mirroring his action just a little. "That is probably the fucking nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I'm vending at the Cultura themed street festival later this week...Do you want to go? We could...hang for a little bit?" Her heart beat a little bit faster but it was more out of fear for rejection than any lingering insecurity.

EZ chuckled at her reaction, pleased that he'd managed to lift her spirits. "You deserve to hear more nice things," he remarked, his voice low and sincere.

When she invited him to the festival, his expression softened. It wasn't often that someone included him in something outside of the club. He found himself wanting to say yes.

"I'd love to go," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "As long as you don't mind being seen with a biker."

She couldn't help the expression of confusion that flitted across her face. Sure, she knew that there was a stigma around being a biker but she'd never experienced it, there seemed to be a stigma around *everything* that she always struggled to understand. *That's the autism.* She reminded herself.

"Why would I mind being seen with a biker?" Sara still found herself asking, her eyes looking over EZ's face as if trying to find some obvious answer she was missing.

EZ was a bit taken aback by her confusion, not expecting her to be unaware of the stigma. He chuckled softly, amused by her innocent question.

"Well," he began. "Some people...they think we bikers are dangerous. Violent. Not great company."

He watched her for a moment, studying her expression. She clearly had no idea what he was talking about. Or maybe she just didn't care. He found himself hoping it was the latter.

"Are you?" She asked, hoping he would return her honesty in kind. Obviously he hadn't been dangerous *to her*, and that was enough for her to feel safe in his company for now. But she couldn't help but wonder...there was something about EZ. At face value he was pretty much an idea gentleman. But she could tell there was something underneath that was a bit...darker.

"I don't care, though. I like you."

EZ paused, her question catching him off-guard. He hadn't been expecting her to ask that. Or to be so upfront about it.

He studied her face, the earnest look in her eyes. She was sincere, with the refreshing ability to tell the truth without holding back. It was oddly refreshing.

"Yeah," he admitted after a moment, his voice low. "Sometimes."

He held her gaze, his expression serious. "But never to someone who doesn't deserve it. And *especially* not to you."

EZ waited for her reaction, curious to see how she would respond to his honest answer. He wasn't ashamed of who he was or what he'd done, but he didn't want her to be frightened.

He leaned back in his chair, watching her closely. He could still see a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, but she didn't seem scared. If anything, she seemed...accepting.

Silence stretched between them as she considered his answer carefully and what that could mean. She was a stranger to violence about as much as she was to motorcycles. Her whole life was spent as an artist, the only violence she usually had to worry about was towards herself and staying out of dangerous situations. Which admittedly could be a challenge for her.

"Can I ...ask? Or is that like, really private?" She wanted to get a better idea of what kind of decisions he had to make. It was equally about wanting to discover more about EZ, and because she needed to know what she was getting herself into.

EZ's expression softened as he noted the curiosity in her eyes. He could tell she was uncertain, but also that she was willing to hear him out.

He leaned back in his chair, considering her question. "You can ask," he replied. "But I can't promise I'll answer every question. It's...complicated." There was a hint of warning in his voice. Certain details he wanted to keep to himself.

"So is it like, club on club violence or does that kind of bleed out into the community?" She asked, getting to the heart of the matter. If it was just him getting into dangerous situations with Club stuff, she could easily overlook that. But she had no concept of the power the Club had regarding the town or drug trade going across the border.

"I just...want to know what I'd be getting myself into." Her cheeks heated as she realized how assumptive that sounded. She'd asked him to hang out *once*, not start dating. For all she knew, he didn't even think of her that way. Just some poor odd woman he'd scraped off the road.

"Not that it's that big of a deal. I'm only in town until half way through next month."

EZ listened to her question, his expression stoic. He could understand her concerns. The life he lived wasn't exactly safe or stable.

He paused, considering his response. "A little of both," he admitted. "There's tension between clubs, and sometimes it spills into the community. But we try to keep it contained."

He paused, sensing that her next question was a bit more personal. "And as for getting yourself into something...we'll just be hanging out. Nothing more."

EZ leaned back in his chair, watching her closely. He could see her slight embarrassment as she realized how her question sounded. It was sweet, he had to admit.

He gave her a lopsided smile. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I'm not expecting us to be anything serious. Just a couple of friends hanging out at a festival."

Her lips thinned and she tried to stuff the scared insecure part of her into a tiny cage and shove her far to the back of her mind. He was dangerous, had admitted as much...but there was an undeniable pull towards him, an attraction she couldn't shake. "...And if I wanted to turn it into a date?"

Then as if she couldn't stop herself, "But, I totally get if you're not into that--er, me."

EZ's smile widened into a cocky grin at her question. He hadn't been expecting that.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table as he studied her. She was feisty, with a hint of vulnerability. It was an endearing combination, and it made him want to get closer to her.

"Not into you?" He repeated, letting his eyes roam over her face and body. "I think I'd be an idiot if I wasn't into you, cariña."

His voice was serious, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. "I'm not trying to scare you away," he went on. "I just need to make sure you understand. I'm not what you'd call a "safe" choice."

Her eyes stared deep into his, unable to look away. There was truth in his words and she tried to take in the weight of it, not to agree to anything that they might regret later...but there was a thrill of excitement in the pit of her gut at the prospect of getting to know him. Like she *needed* to.

"I'm not scared." She murmured. "And to some people I wouldn't be a safe choice either. Mentally ill traveling artist? Not exactly what people want to bring home to the parents."

EZ's lips twitched with a amused smirk at her words. He was beginning to understand a bit more about her - she wasn't easily deterred or intimidated, and she had a hint of a rebellious side. He liked that.

"Mentally ill?" he repeated, his eyebrows raised slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Autism, it's a disorder but...most people think of it like an illness. Plus some other things, panic disorder...depression. I'm... messed up, EZ." She explained, wanting to make sure he got the full picture on *her* before he agreed to anything. Fair was fair.

But this she wasn't insecure about. The things in her mind she couldn't change, the demons who she'd been forced to befriend or tame. "I travel and vend partly because it's the only life that's worked for me...I don't..I don't know how to do normal."

EZ listened intently as she explained her situation, his expression still and his gaze unwavering. Despite what she was telling him, he didn't see someone "messed up", but someone who had a unique set of challenges in life.

"You're not messed up," he said, his voice firm. "You're different. We all have demons we're grappling with." He leaned forward, his eyes meeting hers. "You've found a way to make the cards you were dealt work for you. That's not messed up, that's impressive."

He paused, his gaze shifting as a thought came to him. "This...panic disorder," he said, his voice a touch softer. "Is it something that could be triggered?"

He was suddenly a bit more concerned. The kind of work he did wasn't always predictable, and the last thing he wanted was to inadvertently cause her distress.

Her lips thinned and she gave a small nod. "Sometimes. I try to be aware of my triggers and avoid them...or medicate so the edge isn't so intense." At the mention of it her leg began to bounce again and she let out a sigh. She was still...very tired. And it was showing through her nervous actions. Usually she had much more self control.

"I smoke a lot of pot."

EZ noted her leg bouncing and the weary expression on her face. She was tired, and perhaps the conversation was exacerbating her stress. He knew that panic attacks could be triggered by stress, and the last thing he wanted to do was send her into one.

When she mentioned smoking pot, he raised an eyebrow. "Does it help?" he asked. "The pot, I mean."

She couldn't help but smile and nod, glad that he wasn't outright judgmental of her recreational and medical choices regarding the plant. Her movements slowed a little bit, but didn't still completely. "Yeah, it just...slows everything down. So I can think and figure out how to mask correctly for the situation."

It was a lot to learn, the work arounds she'd created for herself. Coping skills that most people didn't have to think about just to get common tasks done. She'd been living that way for so long, that most people didn't even notice when she was struggling with something anymore.

"It's the *not* knowing that triggers my panic the most. Which is vague as fuck and can mean anything. From waiting for life changing new to...'oh no the traffic is really crazy who knows when I'll be able to get off the highway'. It's anything and everything so..." *Yeah, a mess.*

"But, I've been dealing with this for a long time. I'm pretty good about knowing what I can and can't handle. "

EZ listened quietly as she explained her anxiety, his expression thoughtful. He could tell she was used to dealing with it, even if it still clearly took a toll on her at times. He nodded when she mentioned her coping skills, impressed at her self-awareness.

But it was the last part that caught his attention. "Dealing with it a long time," he repeated, a little frown on his face. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty eight." She responded and couldn't help the amusement that showed on her face. Most people assumed that she was much younger than she was, she wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps it was the way she talked, or held herself- but there was always a look of surprise on people's face when she said that she was much closer to being thirty then she was to being twenty.

" I always had to deal with being an anxious person, but things like this tend to peak when you hit adulthood. Why? "

EZ's eyes widened as she told him her age, his surprise obvious. He had indeed thought she was younger, likely early to mid twenty somethings. Even now, he had trouble reconciling that she was closer to *thirty* than twenty.

When she asked why he looked surprised, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I... I thought you were younger," he admitted bluntly. "Early twenties, maybe."

Now it was her turn to frown. She sat back in the seat a little and crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. "Does that bother you? "

EZ caught the shift in her demeanor and the challenging eyebrow raise. He quickly held up a hand, trying to reassure her. "No, not at all," he said quickly. "I was just surprised, that's all. I didn't...you don't look thirty."

Finally, she broke out into a grin. It was a much easier shift in conversation than talking about her fucked up brain. Sara raised her chin and her eyes looked over him for a moment, appreciating his features while she spoke. There was something about his warm almond eyes and the way that he looked at her that made sugars run down her spine despite how exhausted her body still was.

" Well that's good because I'm not thirty yet... how old are you? If you don't mind me asking. "

EZ noticed her grin and the way she suddenly looked him over, a flutter of pleasure in his chest. He liked the way her eyes took in his features. No one had ever looked at him like that before.

He chuckled at her question, leaning back in his chair. "I'm thirty-two," he replied. "Old man."

Sara laughed softly, a warm sound. "Thirty two isn't old," she assured him, a smile still on her face. "You're just well-aged. Like a fine wine."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze still on his face as she continued to appreciate his features. The warm tan of his skin, the dark eyes, the strong jaw. He certainly didn't seem thirty-two.

She looked him over again, noticing little things she hadn't before, like the slight smile lines at the corners of his eyes and the shadows beneath them that hinted at the weight of his life.

EZ couldn't help but smile at her words. "Well-aged, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I like the sound of that. Better than being called an old man."

He noticed her lingering gaze and the way her eyes seemed to take him in. He could almost feel the weight of her stare, like a caress across his skin. He didn't mind it.

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start to think you're trying to undress me with your eyes," he teased, his tone playful.

Now that he mentioned it the images came unbidden into her mind and she couldn't stop the blush that tinged her cheeks. But she didn't stop looking at him. In fact, one of her hands crossed over the table to reach for where his forearms were resting on his knees. She slipped her smaller hand into his large calloused one and held it in casual show of affection.

"Would it offend you if I was?" She knew that was awfully bold of her, but he'd already done so much for her. And she was really enjoying the time that they spent together. The mischievous voice in the back of her mind said that it didn't hurt to let him know just how interested she was.

EZ's breath hitched when her hand slipped into his, her smaller fingers intertwining with his. The gesture was casual, yet intimate, and it sent a spark of heat through his veins.

He looked down at their hands, then back up at her, a slight smirk on his lips. "Offend me?" he repeated, a hint of challenge in his voice. "Sweetheart, if I could see what you're thinking right now, I'd take you into that back room and show you just how much I appreciated it."

His words sent away of desire through her and she was tempted to make an even bolder move, but the exhaustion in her body was still too prevalent. And she knew, in some deeper mysterious way that she wanted her first time with him to be something more memorable. Sara squeezed his hand and then slipped hers from his grasp to rest her chin on her palm and stare at him.

"I'd be tempted to kiss you right now if it weren't for the fact that I'm sunburned to hell and probably smell about as good as roadkill. " An entire work shift and then hours walking in the sun would do that to a person.

"But I can't lie I'm looking forward to our date even more now. "

EZ chuckled at her comment and felt a pang of disappointment when she withdrew her hand. He wanted to keep touching her, to pull her close and feel her body against his. But the exhaustion in her body was obvious, and he knew better than to push it too far.

"You do smell a little ripe, I have to admit," he teased, his grin widening. "But I'm good at handling strong odors, so don't worry about it. " He paused, then added, "We should probably wait to start kissing anyway. I don't want to scare you away that fast."

He continued, "And I have no doubt that our date is going to be one hell of a time. Just make sure you get some rest first. I'd rather you not pass out on me while we're having fun."

EZ chuckled, watching her with a mixture of affection and amusement. Her exhaustion was still obvious, but there was something endearing about her stubborn insistence on keeping up their conversation despite it.

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Dumb Vocaloid Headcanons Part 1: Internet Co.

All

Andriods/robots of various levels of human resemblance

Voicebank upgrades correspond to hardware upgrades.

Primarily made for music, but they also have combat skills.

Each one has a unique music-related weapon/ability, which I'll elaborate on in another post. (I got this idea from the manga Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter. It's...an experience. Kinda chaotic, and the translation I found isn't always the clearest, but it's cute, harmless fun focused on the first few Internet Co. Vocaloids. If you want to see himbo Gackpo in a fundoshi, this is the manga for you.)

Generally get along well with the Cryptonloids

One huge, generally happy family

Camui Gackpo (Gackpoid)

The most robotic/android-like of the bunch in terms of physical structure, but good gosh, does he have feelings

His "bodysuit" is just what his body looks like (he can morph it into a more human-looking appearance, though), and that weird glowy spot on his chest is his power core.

Can change his eye and power core colors at will

Has a whole army of eggplant horses

A chivalrous gentleman, but he has his goofy moments

An expert in hair care

Cishet ally

Dating/in love with GUMI

GUMI (Megpoid)

Huge science and sci-fi nerd

Has a visible battery gauge on each of her designs, which takes the form of a red jewel. It blinks when her battery is running low. (another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

BFFs with Miku, Luka, Lily, and CUL

Owns a carrot rocket equipped with missiles

Her goggles have several functions, including night vision, tracking, and looking cool.

Lives for the aesthetics of the 1960s-1980s

A little bit scatterbrained, but she tries

Hoping that everyone else (or at least Gackpo and Una) joins her on VOCALOID6 and gets an AI voicebank

Bisexual

Dating/in love with Gackpo

Lily

Beta/production name was Yuripoid (not actually, but in my headcanon). This didn't stick for multiple reasons.

Her tattoo doubles as a battery meter, "draining" from top to bottom as her power depletes.

Likes lollipops (yet another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

The "cool older sister" of the group

Infamous for speeding on her motorcycle

Keeps a couple of beehives, from which she harvests honey

Demi/heteroromantic asexual

Exchanges makeup tips with Gackpo

Ryuto (Gachapoid)

Obsessed with dinosaurs, to the point where he has memorized every species

Basically GUMI's little brother

His arm warmers serve to make his elbow joints slightly less obvious; his shoes do the same thing for his ankles.

Favorite meal is dino nuggies with waffle fries

Friends with Yuki and Oliver

Really wants a pet puppy

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Big fan of FNAF, even if it scares him sometimes

A little bit self-conscious about his buck teeth

Always carries a notebook and markers with him in his backpack

CUL

Huge Madoka Magica fan; cried at Sayaka's death

Doesn't always get along with her sisters, but she loves them all dearly

Gets into arguments with Gackpo over who "stole" the other's hairstyle

Her eyes double as cameras

Favorite foods are Pocky and tempura shrimp

Shops exclusively at thrift stores and Hot Topic

Knows all the jokes about her name's meaning in French; not amused at all

Lesbian; has a bit of a crush on flower

Secretly collects porcelain dolls

galaco

Huge space nerd

Loves to nerd out over space with GUMI

Has always wanted to be a princess

Has jet boots; can use them to float in place or skate around

The first one to lack any visibly robotic traits

BFFs with MAYU

Loves listening to video game soundtracks

Aroace

Plays a lot of TF2 in her spare time; mains Demoman

kokone

Kind of shy, especially around new people

Huge book nerd; favorite genre is fantasy

LOVES animals

Favorite food is raindrop cake

Surprisingly big fan of horror movies

Gets cold easily

Likes to do prank phone calls with GUMI; they switch places periodically, pretending to be the same person

Trans girl (pronouns are she/her); polysexual

Wants to write and illustrate her own manga series

Rana

Technically developed by We've Inc. as a collab with Internet Co., but since she's the only one from We've Inc, the Internet Co. crew includes her as one of their own.

Really wants to be a magical girl; has designed her own weapon and transformation device

Has a massive collection of teddy bears

Practically lives in her hoodie

Feels a bit weird about being literally 0 years old, but tries to ignore it

Sugar cookies make her life worth living

Carries a variety of glitter with her at all times

Chika

The mom friend

Has regular lunch outings with Mew and MEIKO

A talented tailor

Lives for vintage clothing

Has an entire cupboard full of various herbal teas

A little bit disappointed about her unpopularity, but she has mostly accepted it at this point

Tends a butterfly garden

Cishet ally

Really good at cooking and baking

Otomachi Una

Her hat is alive.

Views Rana as a rival; Rana doesn't really care

Looks up to GUMI

Can hold her breath for ten minutes

Tends a koi pond

Loves to experiment with different hair dyes

Sometimes wears fake glasses for the sake of fashion

Owns a swimmable mermaid tail (fades from indigo to lime green, then cotton candy pink); loves showing it off

Just beginning to question her sexuality

Will eat every piece of cheesecake in a five mile radius

ROSA

A CeVIO/upcoming SynthV vocal rather than a Vocaloid, but since she was made in collaboration with Internet Co. and CUL is her older sister, she hangs out with the Internet Co. crew often

Gets along well with Gackpo for their shared love of traditional Japanese culture

Insists that she "was born in the wrong generation"

Loves rose-flavored macarons, but her favorite food is salmon nigiri

Gets picked on by some of her older sisters, so she has learned to be a bit sassy as a defense mechanism

Genderfaer (pronouns are she/her and occasionally they/them); pansexual

In the process of collecting all of the Vocaloid Nendoroids (except the Miku ones; there are way too many)

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Lost blog found

Here,s the summary of April to September. Starting with my return to Vancouver where I had to sleep in the Airport, on seat pads, wrapped in every piece of clothing i had, and still froze. 30 degrees to 3 degrees!

Home at last I made a good decision: start no new tasks: finish all the undone or half completed jobs. That made a list of actually 100 items, from trivial to major, from putting a lazy susan in the living room to moving the garden 2 miles to a friends field.

That lazy susan , 3 tiers, 2 feet wide , 3 feet tall was for the living room area, a place to store all those pesky stereo cords, battery chargers,cd,s , tape players(walkman, still works!),cameras, plugs and bits and bobs.All this involved making a 2 inch thick 18 inch wide fir plank top, smoothed and finished. Natuarally the carousel was 2 inches too tall to match the existing shelving so I had to cut off the stem and find a screw down floor fitting the right diameter from my boat parts. The bottom was easy. The top meant lying on the floor with a long bit driver and screwing up through the rotating wire shelves. Fun! Sound simple. Took a whole day. This created a spot for the rotating tower of CDs, both CD players,and got all the junk off the big speakers. Looks much better and I can find the DVD player without having to undo tangled wires. Still have to hook upthe record player(400 albums), 6 surround speakers and the giant Akais for that big bass sound. I have music on all the time so having all the bits available and findable is much better. Even got classic headphones (Seinnheiser/ and Fisher) from the free store for full brain blasting volume.

On the 100 list was maintenance, like keeping the old truck running, and installing 4 more fire sprinklers linked to my pond pump for forest fire control. Now every part of the outside of the house gets covered, and the inside sprinklers are live. No fires, good!

Gardening: Last years infestation of wireworms devastated my garden, eating all the plant roots, so I moved my whole show to a friends field 2 miles away. Lots of communting on my vintage motorcycle. Flat dirt so I planted 50 foot row crops like squash, broccoli, spuds, carrotts ,beets, peas and 4 kinds of heritage beans. Kale volunteered and the starter squash plants proved to be zuccini, so lots to share.

The infested potatoe patch became a berry bush area, interplanted with broccoli, winter cauliflower, and zucchini. I made the fence larger using fish net hung on barb wire(quick) and beach wood to tack down the net edges to keep out the persistant sheep. Berrys need bird netting so I wrestled with a couple of bent Costco shade shelter frames and drapped them with fine fishnet. Sounds simple Eh? Except it needed new irrigation lines, a run of wire for the thornless blackberrys,and more beach planks for the extended area nets. Maybe a 2 weeks of work.

Beachcombing the planks is fun, sort of a treasure hunt. Cedar to split for posts, with an occasional chunk to split with wedges and a froe into planks and pickets. All packed up to the truck. No wonder everything takes twice as long as I plan.

Spring storms tear up seaweed off the rocks and wash it up in windrows on the rocky beach. I gather it in 20 litre buckets and pack them up 3 at a time to the truck(200 meters.). I gathered 120 buckets and both dug the seaeed in and used it as mulch. Seaweed is an ideal fertilizer, it,s free, and it releases nitrogen into the soil and trace minerals to replace the stuff washed out in the rains.

Gardening can be very time consuming so I use my old Honda tiller to weed the rows, thrash sod, and dig trenches for plants. I cut back my area from 2000 square feet to 1000, not including the 3 greenhouses.. My back porch was a riot of colour with flowers. Geraniums, strawflowers, zinnias,calendula, nasturtiums, cosmos and a volunteer squash that happily ran 12 feet along the porch rail. Those greenhouse are bulging with everything from tomatoes to sweet potatoes, beets for greens,chard, walking onions,peppers,strawberrys, letuce, cucumbers,and more flowers. They all need watering so the greenhouses get a bucket soak every other day and the main garden gets blasted from a 3 inch firehose(it,s fast and effective, lots of water in a hurry) Both my place and the garden site have pretty much unlimited water, so evey thing got soaked well. The orchard(now up to 30 trees) also needed water ( no water, no fruit) so I laid a grid of garden hoses attached to an octopus of valves. Regretably the weather was awful, cold when hot was needed, too hot other times, blazing sun or cold rain, all at the wrong times. Poor yields for all the work, but enough to eat well. Big(1000 pounds) apple crop to can, dry and give away. Poor plums, and scant berrys. Ah well, good exercise.

I bought a rototiller to augment my old Honda and it promptly spun it,s tires and ate the inner tubes. Dealer fixed, but I think it,s gonna be a problem.

Oh, and the 100 list? All done and I only added 50 more!

[apexsalaesarena]

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E Rickshaw Horn 12V DC and Two Wheeler Speedo Meter Supplier by Vinayak Automotive

In the world of electric vehicles and two-wheelers, the importance of having reliable and efficient components cannot be understated. Whether you are an E rickshaw owner or a two-wheeler enthusiast, having quality parts like a reliable horn and a precise speedo meter is essential for ensuring safety and performance on the road. Vinayak Automotive, a trusted name in the industry, offers high-quality products such as the E rickshaw Horn 12V DC and is a prominent two-wheeler Speedo Meter Supplier.

E Rickshaw Horn 12V DC: Essential for Road Safety

The E rickshaw Horn 12V DC is an indispensable component for every electric rickshaw on the road. A horn's primary function is to alert pedestrians, other vehicles, and potential obstacles. Therefore, it’s crucial to ensure that it is durable, loud enough to be heard in traffic, and compatible with the electric system of the rickshaw.

Vinayak Automotive’s E rickshaw Horn 12V DC stands out for several reasons:

High Durability: The horn is built to withstand various weather conditions, including rain and extreme temperatures, ensuring it performs well in all situations.

Energy Efficient: As an electric vehicle, an E rickshaw relies on battery power. This horn is designed to work efficiently on 12V DC, ensuring minimal energy consumption without compromising sound quality.

Clear Sound: The horn produces a loud, clear sound that ensures safety on busy streets.

Easy Installation: The compact design makes installation straightforward, saving time and effort.

For any E rickshaw owner looking to upgrade or replace their horn, Vinayak Automotive’s E rickshaw Horn 12V DC is a reliable option that combines performance, durability, and affordability.

Two-Wheeler Speedo Meter Supplier: Precision and Reliability

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Features of Vinayak Automotive’s Speedo Meters:

Accurate Readings: The speedometers provided by Vinayak Automotive are known for their precision, ensuring that riders have exact data on their vehicle’s speed at all times.

Durability: These speedometers are built to endure tough road conditions, making them long-lasting and reliable even in challenging environments.

Compatible with Various Models: Whether you own a scooter or a motorcycle, Vinayak Automotive offers speedometers that are compatible with a wide range of two-wheeler models.

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Enhancing Your Ride: The Ultimate Guide to Motorcycle Comms Systems

What is a Motorcycle Comms System?

A motorcycle comms system is a wireless communication device designed to facilitate communication between riders, passengers, and other devices while on the road. These systems typically include a headset that fits into the helmet, a control unit, and various connectivity options such as Bluetooth and intercom. The primary functions of a motorcycle comms system include:

Intercom Communication: Allowing riders to communicate with their passengers or other riders within a certain range.

Mobile Phone Integration: Enabling hands-free phone calls, access to voice assistants, and message notifications.

GPS Navigation: Providing turn-by-turn navigation instructions directly to the rider's helmet.

Music and Audio: Streaming music, radio, or other audio content.

Safety Alerts: Receiving traffic updates, weather alerts, and other critical information.

Key Features to Consider

When choosing a motorcycle comms system, several key features should be considered to ensure it meets your needs and enhances your riding experience:

Range and Connectivity: The communication range can vary significantly between different systems. Some offer a few hundred meters, while others can extend up to several kilometers. Ensure the system you choose provides sufficient range for your riding style and group size. Bluetooth connectivity is standard, but some advanced systems offer mesh networking for more reliable connections.

Battery Life: Long battery life is crucial, especially for long-distance riders. Look for systems that offer at least 8-10 hours of talk time on a single charge.

Sound Quality: High-quality speakers and noise-canceling microphones are essential for clear communication, especially at high speeds. Systems with advanced audio technology will provide better sound quality.

Ease of Use: The system should be easy to operate, even with gloves on. Intuitive controls and voice command functionality can greatly enhance usability.

Durability and Weather Resistance: Motorcycles are exposed to various weather conditions, so your comms system should be waterproof and able to withstand the elements.

Popular Motorcycle Comms Systems

Several brands have established themselves as leaders in the motorcycle headphone amplifier comms system market. Some of the most popular and reliable options include:

Sena: Known for their high-quality audio and robust features, Sena systems are a favorite among motorcyclists. Their mesh technology allows for seamless group communication.

Cardo: Cardo systems are renowned for their exceptional sound quality and long battery life. Their Dynamic Mesh Communication (DMC) technology ensures reliable connectivity.

Interphone: Offering a range of affordable options, Interphone systems provide good performance and ease of use, making them a great choice for casual riders.

[mudaship39]

Character Bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid main character Part 18

Transportation:

Transformable hover bike capable of transforming into a hover sportbike or hover motorcycle 

Transformable hover car. It can go from 0-60 in 10 seconds and has a top speed of 290 mph. It has a luxurious interior, a dash computer and a sunroof. It has heated seats, extra-large anti gravity thrusters, & improved safety features. It has leather seats and a navigation system. It handles very well. It runs fine at most speeds. It has racing stripes. It has an upgraded diesel engine. It has automatic everything. The styling features asymmetry. It runs like it just got out of the shop. It practically purrs when it runs. The styling features sleek lines.

Hover Toyota GT86, Scion FRS, & Scion Tc mix tuner car.

Hover Dodge Challenger, Chevy Camaro, & Shelby Cobra GT 500 mix muscle car.

Spaceship:

Hyperion:

A battleship, carrier, battle cruiser, dreadnought, & flagship fusion capital ship. It is a mobile forward operating base. It was commanded by a fleet admiral. This flagship commanded by a fleet admiral is protected by several fleets with each specific fleet commanded by an admiral, vice admiral, rear admiral, & or a commodore. Each capital ship is led by captains with their own officers of commanders, lieutenant commanders, lieutenants, lieutenant junior grades, & ensigns. Roles of galactic exploration, large scale force deployment, space warfare, long range fire support, ship to ship combat, patrol, command ship, invasion, capital ship, front line combat, & fleet flagship. Weighs 10 billion tons. Is 2000 meters wide. Is 9000 meters long. Is 5000 meters high. Has three primary engines. Has six secondary engines. It is powered by a nuclear fusion reactor. Has a warp drive. Has a slip space drive. Is capable of faster than light travel. Is protected by heavy human and alien metal plating for protection against ballistic and hard light metal. Has a shield generator that generates shields that protects against plasma, energy, & laser weapons. Has a forcefield generator that generates a forcefield that absorbs and reflects against weapons. Is escorted by a fleet of capital ships of frigates, cruisers, corvettes, destroyers, dreadnoughts, battleships, & battle cruisers. Has armaments of: Several nuclear warheads. Mass electromagnetic cannons. Rail guns. Positron cannons. Laser cannons. Energy cannons. Zero point energy laser cannons. Heavy Mounted Machine Guns. Mounted Gatling Guns. Mounted Grenade Launcher Silos. Has an anti aircraft gun network. Has an anti spacecraft gun network. Plasma batteries. Laser batteries. Mounted Guided Missile Launcher Silo network. Has ship to ship missile silos. Has 500,000 personnel. Has space army soldiers, space navy men, space force airmen, & space marine corp marines on board. Has metahuman and superhuman alien and human super soldiers onboard. Has 100, 000 civilians onboard. Has 3000 space paramilitary intelligence officers onboard. Has thousands of ground vehicles. Has walking tanks, battle walkers, & mech suits. Has thousands of aerial vehicles. Has 500 drop pods. Has hundreds of thousands of lifeboats and escape pods. Is assisted by hundreds of alien and human advanced smart AIs and thousands of alien and human dumb AIs. Is assisted by hundreds of thousands of inorganics such as robots, synthetics, androids, etc. Has cloaking and camouflage systems that trick thermal and electrical sensors. Has a laboratory, kitchen, cantina, mess hall, brig, officer’s quarters, living quarters, hanger bay, hospital, research lab, medical bay, sick ward, crew quarters, cargo bay, shuttle bay, observation deck, map room, bridge, armory, engineering deck, command deck, & commander’s  quarters, etc. 

Mounts:

Mount in the air is a winged alicorn. 

Mount in the ocean is a resurrected Megalodon prehistoric giant shark mount

Mount while on land is a unicorn 

Mount while on the battlefield as a demigod is a war mammoth.  

[pointreyesjournal]

The Amnesiac : ep33

Micro Brew Macro Data

In any other city, the property overlooking a monumentally beautiful lighthouse such as the Battery Point Lighthouse would be worth billions of dollars. There’s definitely a cognitive dissonance associated with staying at the Oceanfront Lodge. Our room has a panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean from the spacious patio. Battery Point Lighthouse stands proudly on its own little island about 100 meters off shore. It is as iconic and beautiful as the Golden Gate Bridge or the Lone Cypress. If that lighthouse was in Santa Barbara or Malibu, my hotel room would cost $2000 a night, and feature Three Michelin Star dining and a world class golf course. But here we are, for under a hundred dollars, with chipped paint on the walls and a shit brown duvet. It’s hard to believe that tourists and property developers haven’t discovered this place yet. But clearly … they haven’t.

I’m unpacking my pannier on top of the cheaply veneered desk, River has her pannier on the luggage rack. The six drawings are sprawled out across one of the beds and River is on the other bed trying to wiggle her way out of her motorcycle boots. She lets out a little squeak as she’s trying to get the boots off, so I offer my unsolicited help by grabbing the heel of her boot and pulling it off. It reminds me of being a kid and helping my dad take off his boots after work.

We freshen up pretty quickly. River pulls on fresh jeans and sneakers, then rolls the drawings and snaps a rubber band around them. There’s still plenty of light left in the sky, so we decide to walk into town to find something to eat. The front desk attendant recommends a Thai food place located just across the harbor, an easy walk, maybe 15 minutes.

Front Street is a straight shot heading east from our doorstep and that’s where we’ll find the Thai food. Between us and dinner there’s a misnamed Beachfront park (it is clearly a Harbor-front park) filled with beautiful windswept coastal cypress trees. We decide for a romantic walk through the park, but our plans disintegrate about a quarter of the way into the park when River spots a building bustling with activity and a big sign out front that reads “SeaQuake Brewing Company.” Thai food will have to wait for another day.

The hostess tells us there’s a wait unless we don’t mind sitting at one of the communal farm tables in the middle of the dining room. “Sounds perfect to me!” River tells her and we’re quickly whisked away to our seats. We’re sat at one end of a long, hightop table with a butcher block top and barstool seats. There’s a lively crowd here tonight. Led Zeppelin is playing over the loudspeakers and there’s football on the big screens. Everyone seems friendly. It’s a brewing company, so we order flights of their in-house beers for tasting plus calamari strips and garlic cheese knots for a starter. For dinner we share the Thai chicken salad as a sort of consolation prize for not actually getting Thai food. After the waitress clears away our plates, we order more beer and River uses her napkin to wipe down the tabletop so we can look at the chalk drawings without ruining them. River removes the rubber band from the roll of drawings and lays them on the table.

“Let’s recap …”

“Somehow you made your way north along the coast and ended up at Fern Canyon, that’s this drawing with me in Fern Canyon and me setting with Dave Jr.” she observes.

“RIP Dave Jr.”

We toast and take a gulp of beer to commemorate the passing of my beloved potted fern.

“Then, clearly the picture of me in the red flannel is actually Paul Bunyan” she muses.

“Yes, and the portrait of your face matches the wood carving of Paul Bunyan’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I gotta be honest with you, that portrait wasn’t the most flattering but now it makes sense.”

“That was the one drawing that never made sense to me. Why would I have drawn you to look wooden and lifeless?? I think you’re gorgeous.”

That comment elicits a warm smile from River and she leans across our little high top table to give me a kiss.

“That leaves Thor’s Well, which we know is north of here, plus the picture of me rolling around in the tulips, and the portrait of me somewhere in Europe.”

“Thors Well, okay. I get that. You rolling in flowers, sure. That could be anywhere. The Europe connection I just don’t understand.”

“That’s the one that has definitely got me stumped … for sure.” says River as she’s arranging and stacking the pictures on the table so she can re-roll them and put them away. The most flattering shot is the one of her rolling around in the tulips so she places it on top and leaves them on the table for a minute while she finishes her beer. The waitress checks in on the table and sees the drawing.

“Wow, beautiful! Did you draw that?’ she says in amazement.

“I did. Yes.”

“Amazing. So much detail. Are you a professional artist?”

“No. It was actually after a night of … well, let’s say it’s just a hobby. A new hobby we’ll call it.”

“That seems awfully modest. I’ll bet it’s more than a hobby.”

“Thanks.”

“Where y’all from?”

“Monterey.”

“You two must be coming back from the tulip festival then?”

River’s eyes light up.

“Tulip festival?”

“Yeah, in Skagit Valley. Isn’t that were you drew this? That’s the only place around here where you find tulips like that.” the waitress proclaims. We are both in absolute amazement. Could this be the clue we’re looking for?

“Actually, we’re trying to solve a bit of a mystery here. I bumped my head and I can’t remember where I drew this.”

“Like, amnesia?” the waitress asks.

“Well … not like amnesia” I tell her “It’s actual amnesia.”

“Wow that’s crazy. I’ve never met anyone who has actually had amnesia before. I thought that was just in the Jason Bourne movies. So what are the rest of the drawings?”

“We’re trying to retrace our steps since I can’t remember the last month.”

“Oh wow, that’s crazy. Do you mind if I take a look?”

“Please. We’ll take all the help we can get.”

The waitress flips through all of the drawings and then asks “Okay, looks like you were on a journey. Were you going north to south?”

“No, south to north.”

“Okay, so you’ve already figured out Fern Canyon, and Trees of Mystery then?” the waitress asks.

“Yeah, and we figured out Thor’s Well too” River adds “It’s the last two we can’t figure out.”

“It looks like you came up the coast, went to Fern Canyon and Trees of Mystery, then passed through here on your way to Thor’s Well. Then it looks like you went through Leavenworth on your way to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival.”

“Leavenworth?”

“Yeah, Leavenworth Washington. It’s a little Bavarian themed town in the northern Cascades. It’s where all of the Pacific Crest Trail hikers stop for groceries.”

“There’s a Bavarian village on the way to the tulip festival?”

[bmwworkshop]

How BMW Engine Technology Has Evolved Over The Years

BMW is a well-known brand for its high-performance engines, but how did it get there? Here is a brief overview of the history and evolution of BMW engine technology, from its origins in aircraft engines to its current innovations in electric and hybrid powertrains.

The first BMW engine: the IIIa aircraft engine (1917)

BMW stands for Bayerische Motoren Werke, or Bavarian Engine Works, and it was founded in 1917 as a manufacturer of aircraft engines. The first engine produced by BMW was the IIIa, a water-cooled inline-six engine with a carburetor that could deliver 185 hp. The IIIa had a sophisticated design that prevented loss of performance at high altitudes, and it was used by several German fighter planes during World War I. In 1919, BMW set an unofficial altitude record of 9,760 meters with the enhanced Motor IV model .

The first BMW motorcycle engine: the R 5 boxer engine (1936)

After World War I, BMW had to stop producing aircraft engines due to the Treaty of Versailles, so it switched to making motorcycle engines, farm equipment, household items and railway brakes. The first motorcycle produced by BMW was the R 32 in 1923, which featured a flat-twin boxer engine that became a signature feature of BMW motorcycles. The R 5, introduced in 1936, was a milestone in motorcycle engineering, as it had a 500 cc boxer engine with 24 hp and a valve control via two camshafts .

The first BMW car engine: the M78 straight-six engine (1933)

BMW entered the car market in 1928 by acquiring the Fahrzeugfabrik Eisenach, which produced the Dixi car based on the Austin 7. The first car to bear the BMW name was the 3/15, which used a four-cylinder engine from Austin. In 1933, BMW developed its own car engine, the M78, a straight-six engine with 1.2 liters of displacement and 30 hp. The M78 was used in the BMW 303, the first car to feature the kidney-shaped radiator grille that became another trademark of BMW .

The first BMW turbocharged engine: the M12/13 Formula One engine (1982)

BMW has a long history of involvement in motorsports, especially in Formula One, touring cars and endurance racing. One of the most successful engines that BMW developed for Formula One was the M12/13, a turbocharged 1.5-liter inline-four engine that could produce up to 1,400 hp in qualifying mode. The M12/13 powered the Brabham BT52 car driven by Nelson Piquet, who won the 1983 Formula One World Championship with three victories and nine podiums .

The first BMW V12 engine: the S70 McLaren F1 engine (1993)

BMW has also produced some impressive V12 engines for road cars, such as the M70 used in the BMW 750i and 850i models in the late 1980s and early 1990s. However, the most remarkable V12 engine that BMW ever made was the S70, a custom-built engine for the McLaren F1 supercar. The S70 was a 6.0-liter naturally aspirated engine that delivered 627 hp and enabled the McLaren F1 to reach a top speed of 386 km/h (240 mph), making it the fastest production car in the world at that time .

The first BMW diesel engine: the M21 inline-six engine (1983)

BMW was one of the pioneers of diesel technology in passenger cars, as it introduced its first diesel engine, the M21, in 1983. The M21 was an inline-six engine with a displacement of 2.4 liters and a power output of 86 hp. It was equipped with a Bosch injection pump and a Garret turbocharger, and it offered high fuel efficiency and low emissions. The M21 was used in several models such as the BMW 524td and the BMW E28 .

The first BMW hybrid engine: the ActiveHybrid X6 powertrain (2009)

BMW has also been experimenting with hybrid technology since the late 1990s, when it developed a concept car called the Z22 that featured an electric motor and a hydrogen fuel cell. In 2009, BMW launched its first production hybrid model, the ActiveHybrid X6, which combined a twin-turbocharged V8 petrol engine with two electric motors and a nickel-metal hydride battery pack. The ActiveHybrid X6 had a total system output of 485 hp and could run on electric power alone for up to 2.5 km (1.6 miles) .

The first BMW electric engine: the i3 powertrain (2013)

BMW has also been a leader in electric mobility, as it created a sub-brand called BMW i in 2011 to focus on developing electric and plug-in hybrid vehicles. The first model to be launched under the BMW i brand was the i3, a compact hatchback that featured an electric motor with 170 hp and a lithium-ion battery pack with a range of 130 to 160 km (80 to 100 miles). The i3 also offered an optional range extender, a small petrol engine that could charge the battery and extend the range by another 150 km (93 miles) .

The most powerful BMW engine: the S63 twin-turbocharged V8 engine (2019)

BMW has always been known for its high-performance engines, especially those developed by its motorsport division, BMW M. One of the most powerful engines that BMW M has ever created is the S63, a twin-turbocharged V8 engine with a displacement of 4.4 liters and a power output of 625 hp. The S63 is used in several models such as the BMW M5 Competition, the BMW M8 Competition and the BMW X5 M Competition, and it can propel these cars from 0 to 100 km/h (62 mph) in less than four seconds .

The most innovative BMW engine: the B38 inline-three engine (2013)

BMW has also been innovative in creating engines that are both efficient and powerful, such as the B38, an inline-three engine with a displacement of 1.2 to 1.5 liters and a power output of 75 to 231 hp. The B38 is part of a modular family of engines that share the same architecture and components, but vary in the number of cylinders and turbochargers. The B38 features technologies such as direct injection, variable valve timing and variable valve lift, and it is used in several models such as the BMW i8, the BMW 218i and the Mini Cooper .

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

How has BMW's engine technology improved fuel efficiency over the years? BMW achieved improved fuel efficiency through advancements such as direct fuel injection, lightweight materials, and efficient aerodynamics, reducing overall vehicle weight and optimizing engine performance. What is Valvetronic technology, and how does it enhance engine performance? Valvetronic technology replaces traditional throttle mechanisms, allowing precise control of the intake valves' lift. This optimization improves fuel efficiency and power delivery, enhancing overall engine performance. Is BMW planning to expand its electric vehicle lineup further? Yes, BMW has ambitious plans for expanding its electric vehicle lineup, focusing on developing new electric models and enhancing existing ones to meet the growing demand for sustainable transportation. Are BMW engines still known for their high-revving nature and smooth power delivery? Absolutely. BMW's M Division continues to produce engines with high-revving characteristics, delivering smooth power delivery and an exhilarating driving experience, ensuring the brand's legacy of performance excellence. How does BMW balance performance and environmental concerns in its engine designs? BMW achieves this balance through a combination of advanced engineering techniques, hybridization, and electrification. By integrating electric motors and optimizing combustion engines, BMW creates powerful yet environmentally conscious vehicles. Read the full article

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Kawasaki “Change the Game” with new strong hybrid Ninja 7 HEV

Having only recently held the debut of its new A1 licence class EV motorcycles in Paris, Kawasaki is taking another giant step down the road towards its long term goal of carbon neutrality with the introduction of the world’s first* mass produced Strong Hybrid*, the Ninja 7 Hybrid. Seeking to “Change the Game”, the all new Ninja 7 Hybrid offers a unique window into a world of future motorcycles but in a contemporary time frame with the first models expected to be on showroom floors in January 2024. At the heart of the Ninja 7 Hybrid is the innovative combination of a brand new 451cc parallel twin, water-cooled four stroke engine – complete with manual or automatically selected gears – and a traction motor plus battery; a futuristic combination that offers a number of new riding experiences plus an engine power of 43.5 kw rising to an impressive hybrid net power of 51.1kw thanks to “e-boost”.

In terms of dimensions, the Ninja 7 Hybrid is a mid-size package offering 650cc to 700cc class overall performance with the instant acceleration to rival that of a 1,000cc-class supersport model from a standing start (with Kawasaki’s e-boost function already seen on their EV machines), fuel economy on par with the 250cc-class and button-shift sport riding. In addition, riders can switch between three riding modes (SPORT-HYBRID, ECO-HYBRID, EV**) that each offer a distinct riding character as they accommodate a wide range of riding situations. Other innovations include idling stop whereby the internal combustion engine stops at a halt to save fuel and reduce emissions plus Automatic Launch Position Finder (ALPF) which – when selected – automatically selects first gear at standstill plus a forward and reverse “walk mode” to aid low speed manoeuvring and parking. Utilising a specially designed version of Kawasaki’s familiar trellis type chassis, the “packaging” of the gasoline engine and 9kw max traction motor reveals a compact twinned power unit with the 48V lithium ion battery near the centre point of the chassis to idealise weight distribution. And in terms of styling, the Ninja 7 Hybrid is resplendent in a unique HEV treatment combining a matt lime green under cowl with silver and black bodywork destined – like its engineering innovations – to set this bike apart from the common herd.

Ergonomically, the relaxed and sporty riding position eases the rider towards the high-grade cockpit and carefully considered layout of the switchgear; both designed to be intuitive and to inspire confidence. For the meters, full-colour TFT instrumentation includes smartphone connectivity via a custom version of the RIDEOLOGY THE APP MOTORCYCLE contributing to an enhanced motorcycling experience. As the first of its kind, the Ninja 7 Hybrid sets the bar for HEV motorcycling. Offering the best elements of ICE and EV models, and able to navigate both the urban jungle and countryside backroads, this revolutionary new model is greater than the sum of its parts. With its exciting character and numerous innovative features for riders to explore, the Ninja 7 Hybrid truly ushers in a new era in riding experiences. The Ninja 7 Hybrid will be available in the UK from April 2024, with prices to be confirmed nearer the time.

* Mass production models (excluding scooters) from a major power sports manufacturer as of October 6, 2023, per Kawasaki Motors, Ltd. research. Strong hybrid systems combine an internal combustion engine (ICE) with an electric motor for powerful riding, and because of their large battery capacity they are able to run on electricity alone. ** The Ninja 7 Hybrid’s EV Mode may be helpful for certain situations where quiet riding is appropriate, such as in residential areas or in parking garages. Speed and range are limited. Read the full article

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I was just on my way home with my motorcycle, enjoying the air that hit me in the face, enjoying the ride—clearly minding my own business.

WHEN SUDDENLY MY MOTOR STARTED TO STOP ON ITS OWN, I THOUGHT MY MOTORCYCLE BATTERY IS DEAD, BUT IT TURNS OUT I RAN OUT OF GAS (note: my gas meter on the motorcycle usually doesn’t go up when I fill my gas, so in this case, I thought I still have some gas left—BUT CLEARLY I WAS WRONG).

I stopped at a tall building I didn’t know of and got help from the security who helped me where I found the nearest gas station🥹🙏🏻.

This was clearly my lesson for today, LOL.

(But despite everything that had happened, I was surprisingly okay, not too panic—but I got a cold sweats all over my body, lol. And I actually laughed at the situation I was in, it was actually pretty funny when I continued my ride home after my gas had been filled 🤣.)

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How to Choose Action Camera

What is an action camera? A sports camera is also called a wearable camera or sports camera, which refers to a small camera that can shoot while exercising or driving, and can be installed on a vehicle or worn on the body. Action cameras need to be highly waterproof and durable due to intense sports, high-speed sports or underwater shooting. How to choose action camera depends on different characteristics according to different shooting requirements.

Sports camera selection strategy 1). Select the image quality, frame rate and viewing angle according to the needs Before choosing an action camera, determine the most used scenes and the subject matter of the shooting, and select the corresponding definition and angle of view. ①If you need high-quality picture quality, choose a camera with a resolution of 4K If the video after shooting needs to be edited and uploaded to share on social media, be sure to choose a high-resolution camera. If you only keep it for yourself to watch, you can choose the resolution of full HD. ②If you are shooting intense sports, choose a camera with a high frame rate (60FPS) Frame rate (FPS) refers to the number of recorded pictures per second. The higher the frame rate, the better the video fluency. 24-30FPS is enough for shooting daily activities. However, if you want to shoot on a skateboard or bicycle, it is recommended to use a high frame rate model of 60FPS, especially in 4K quality to avoid frame jamming. ③Choose the angle of view of the camera as close as possible to 200 degrees Generally speaking, a wide viewing angle is powerful, and a small viewing angle can avoid picture distortion. According to the style and scope of the video, the closer to the human perspective (200 degrees) the more immersive the picture will be. Some cameras can adjust the angle of view and take different styles of video. [image] 2). Select the function according to the shooting scene ①In the scene of severe vibration, the camera must have the anti-shake function If you want to get the best image, it is recommended to use an optical image stabilization camera, optical stabilization could make the best video camera for sports,but due to the complex structure, the size of the optical image stabilization camera body is relatively large, and the price is also slightly expensive; the electronic image stabilization camera can resist slight vibrations, and can be used in non-violent activities. ②Water sports and outdoor shooting must have waterproof and dustproof functions If you are shooting on the water, you can choose a camera with a water depth of less than 3 meters; if you are shooting underwater such as diving, please choose a camera with a waterproof performance of 10-60 meters according to the diving depth. For motorcycle cycling in the wild, be sure to choose a model with high dust resistance. ③Pay attention to battery life! Confirm the charging time, standby time and shooting time before purchasing, and prepare a spare battery or mobile power supply. [image] 3). The size should be small and the weight should be light! Small and light, easy to install and carry. 4). Enough installation accessories are attached! Sufficient mounting accessories allow you to freely install on bicycles, motorcycles or helmets. 5).Wi-Fi Bluetooth function The Wi-Fi Bluetooth function connects with a mobile phone or tablet and immediately uploads the video to a social platform for easy sharing and storage. [image] 6). Display screen Equipped with a display screen to view the captured video images in real time. When we understand the purchase criteria of how to choose action camera, we can choose whether it is branded action cameras or non-brand products. After all, the price of non-brand cameras will be much cheaper. Choose 6-8 sports cameras with reasonable prices and compare their performance, choose best camera for sports photography, and start recording your vigorous posture!

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