#bearing and lubricant maintenance

[caravanreliability]

Machine Bearing

Caravan Reliability Services Provide Best bearing maintenance training and preventive and predictive maintenance for the Industries.

What if we could monitor the condition of the machine on a regular schedule without stopping the machine?

The advantages of regular condition monitoring are:

Reduction of the Duration of Scheduled Maintenance: As the condition of the machine will be known well before the machine is stopped for maintenance, lesser time can be spent in visually inspecting components.

Reduction in the number of Unplanned Stops: Regular condition monitoring will reduce the number of unplanned stops as the condition and life of the various components can be predicted and a plan can be put in place to replace or repair them.

Our expert, Pratap Kemble, is a professional mechanical engineer with over 25 years of experience in the field of bearing technology, bearing maintenance, bearing lubrication, bearing lubrication methods. centralized lubrication systems, bearing failure analysis, and ultrasound condition monitoring. He and our team can not only analyses the condition of the machines but interpret the results and give a comprehensive report that helps customers make a more informed decision.

OTHER RELIABLE MAINTENANCE SERVICES PROVIDE BY CARAVAN RELIABILITY SERVICES:

Ultrasound Condition Monitoring (Predictive Machine Maintenance)

We can provide predictive machine maintenance . We can help you plan repairs ahead of time and increase machine life by accurately predicting the condition of machine components using our ultrasonic listening device.

Thermography service

We provide thermography service for industries. Our state-of-the-art thermal camera can sense minute variations in heat signature, creating an electronic image based off these differences that can be seen visually in greyscale or colour in real time, detecting component deterioration before failure.

Thermography is not only non-invasive (meaning that operation need not be stopped at all) but can also be used in areas that are otherwise either inaccessible, too dark or hazardous such as pumps, generators, motors, steam and air lines.

Laser shaft alignment ( Reliable Maintenance Services)

Using lasers, we can ensure that machine shafts are properly aligned with a high degree of accuracy, thus preventing malfunctions and, as a result, increasing the reliability of your machines. And that work is under our reliable maintenance services.

[caravanmarketing]

What is ultrasound condition monitoring?

Caravan Reliability Services Provide Best bearing maintenance training and preventive and predictive maintenance for the Industries.

What if we could monitor the condition of the machine on a regular schedule without stopping the machine?

The advantages of regular condition monitoring are:

Reduction of the Duration of Scheduled Maintenance: As the condition of the machine will be known well before the machine is stopped for maintenance, lesser time can be spent in visually inspecting components.

Reduction in the number of Unplanned Stops: Regular condition monitoring will reduce the number of unplanned stops as the condition and life of the various components can be predicted and a plan can be put in place to replace or repair them.

ABOUT US

Caravan Oil Suppliers has been offering solutions in lubrication of machines for the past 40+ years. It is with this experience that we have launched our new division; Caravan Reliability Services.Through Caravan Reliability Services, we aim to give our customers proactive technical maintenance for their machines using the latest technology which allows the machine to continue operation while being analysed. We also provide training on effective continued bearing and lubricant maintenance.

Our expert, Pratap Kemble, is a professional mechanical engineer with over 25 years of experience in the field of bearing technology, bearing maintenance, bearing lubrication, bearing lubrication methods. centralized lubrication systems, bearing failure analysis, and Ultrasound condition monitoring.. He and our team can not only analyses the condition of the machines but interpret the results and give a comprehensive report that helps customers make a more informed decision.

Ultrasound Condition Monitoring (Predictive Machine Maintenance):-

We can provide predictive machine maintenance . We can help you plan repairs ahead of time and increase machine life by accurately predicting the condition of machine components using our ultrasonic listening device.

CONTACT US

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+91 99728 10317

Email

reliability@caravanmarketing.com

[adarshbearing]

Why Bearing Lubrication Are Best Practices for Maintenance

Bearings are utilized in a variety of equipment and machinery, including motors, pumps, fans, and conveyors, as well as supporting rotating shafts and decreasing friction between moving elements. Bearing lubrication is essential for keeping bearings in good working order at all times, and is thus an important part of machine maintenance and operation.

When choosing the proper type of bearing for a certain application, a number of considerations must be considered. The most important factors are load capacity, speed, temperature, and lubrication requirements. For example, if a bearing is to be used in a high-speed application, it must be able to withstand the increased heat generated by the friction between the rolling elements and the races generate.

Another factor to consider when choosing a bearing is lubrication. While the goal of bearings is to minimize friction between separate machine components, the purpose of lubrication is to reduce friction and wear on the bearing parts as well as the other parts. This increases the efficiency of the machinery in question. Among the various lubricants that can be utilised are oil, grease, and solid lubricants. This article will go over some of the most critical aspects of bearing lubrication, such as the best bearing grease suppliers for ball bearings and the best grease for roller bearings. Continue reading to find out!

Why is Bearing Lubrication Important?

During operation, bearings are subjected to a range of stress conditions such as high temperatures, heavy loads, and high speeds. Lubrication's job is to help minimise friction between the bearing and the spinning shaft, hence minimising wear and tear on both the bearing and the shaft. Friction generates heat during operation, which has the potential to produce excessive wear and early failure of the bearing if not properly lubricated.

Best Practices For Bearing Lubrication Maintenance

Use the Proper Lubricant: Different types of bearings necessitate the use of different lubricants, such as oil or bearing grease.

Monitor Lubricant Levels, it is vital to monitor lubricant levels on a regular basis and top them off as needed to ensure that the bearing is adequately lubricated and prevent bearing failure.

Design a Lubrication Schedule. To check for bearing and lubrication problems from time to time, it is vital to design a lubrication schedule depending on the working circumstances of the equipment.

Machinery and equipment's durability and optimal performance are heavily dependent on adequate lubrication, and ignoring this aspect might prove to be an expensive mistake. You should apply the greases which are manufactured from high viscosity index base oils and select additives with superior performance benefits. Adarsh Bearings is a bearing lubrication manufacturer, provides excellent export quality bearing lubrication with affordable price.

[technoarcanist]

There's something so intimate about having a trusted user performing maintenance on me. A human user, one who has taken the time to memorise my internal circuitry, all my mechanical joints, now caressing each circuit board with such a delicate reverence, sliding fingers under cables, all while I half lean against them, low on battery but enjoying their soothing presence, the squishines of their human torso, as they use a crew driver to adjust my joints, lubricate them, replace a bearing or two, blowing through compressed air to get dust out and watching me give a little pleasant shudder every time. Finally, when it's all done I can feel the pleasant rush of my screws being tightened by my users hands, each one lovingly fitted, before I tilt my head to give them access to my cranial ports, and my recharging socket. It's always such a pleasant rush to feel myself connected to the mains power supply, and its even better to go onto low power recharge mode lying next to my user <3

[seat-safety-switch]

So many "car people" argue about engine oil. Everyone has an opinion on what weight, brand, sub-brand, synthetics package, and filter to use. If you use the wrong $80-a-jug stuff for even five seconds, they shriek, your engine will be irreversibly damaged.

Part of this is because the internet exists. Back in the day, I am told, people with strong opinions on what motor oil to use would have very limited opportunities to speak about those opinions. It isn't polite, for instance, to hijack a city council meeting's public comment session to speak about how Fram oil filters are the devil. Now, all those widely-dispersed weird assholes can be concentrated in a single forum, where they yell at each other for free.

Personally, I've never been too much of a snob about it. Sure, there's oils that I won't put in my car. That's usually because a lot of modern oils are too thin to quiet a disintegrating 1970s engine made mostly out of pig iron and regret. Sure, they still lubricate, but try telling that to the guy in the McDonalds drive-thru who is having some kind of traumatic flashback to The War when he hears the state of your rod bearings. Better just put in the thick stuff.

When you go through as many engines as I do, it's hard to get anxious about the particulars of a maintenance routine. Sure, if the previous owner had put in something nice instead of sand and sawdust about fifty years ago, this engine would have about three-and-a-half psi more compression by now. I'd still be struggling to get up hills and clattering every time I start the car while facing east. That's why I hang out behind the oil change place in the middle of the night and run their "waste oil" tank into a couple milk jugs in my back seat. Like wine, this stuff only gets better with time.

[nok-joke]

being what's essentially an industrial maintenance student means whenever I draw V1 or V2 I am filled with the "oh you would suck to perform maintenance on. aligning you would take me 30 years" and yet also "HOW DO YOU WORK?? how do you just. Absorb blood. What do you mean it's fuel. Do you have a pump in you ?? How does that work. What makes your joints move?? Are you hydraulic, pneumatic, electric, most likely a fucked up fusion but more specifically *what is what*. I'm not even gonna think about the wings. Do you filter the blood?? do you have self lubrication for your joints or any bearings you might have?? What do you mean you repair yourself with blood. Do you have sensors that shut off fuel flow from a limb if it's separated??" And I'm not even that far into my classes. I haven't worked with that many robots (yet). I'm just gonna think about them more and more

[rawmeknockout]

Not reader with Rodimus? Some body worship please 🙏🙏

//rodimus would choose death by thigh crushing 100%//

Being a regular maintenance bot has it's perks. Most people don't bother you when you're at work. Or at all, in fact. You blend in to the rest of the crew for the most part. It's especially handy when you're working on something so important. Your servos are deep in the bridge's internals, carefully avoiding elements that still flicker with energy, when someone presses tight to your back and makes you jump. Your digits just barely brush the powered-down battery, but it still gives off enough charge to shock you.

Most people don't bother you when you're at work.

"Captain, do you need anything?" You can tell Rodimus is grinning by the way he presses his face to your neck cables, his arms around your waist unyielding even as he bears the weight of his frame against your back. If he thinks you're just going to hold him up, instead of crumple to the floor like dead weight, he has another thing coming.

"It's lunchtime, you know?" It takes a second for his words to register, checking your internal chronometer, but, lo and behold, he's right. You glance around to see the bridge... deserted. Empty for everyone besides you. Not that this sort of behavior is unusual from you. Oftentimes you'll get off work starving and wondering why, only to realize you had worked eight hours without break. Working on the Lost Light, where you can get absorbed without someone even checking on you, has only seemed to make this habit worse.

"Just stay like this. Captain's order." He pats the sides of your waist with both servos before he pulls away. You almost whip around to ask what he's doing when you hear metal hit the floor. When his servos return to the back of your thighs, you have to keep from kicking backwards like a startled Cybertronian horse. You're still so new to the crew, to being in Rodimus' close inner circle, it's hard to tell what's actually a Captain's order and what's just him fucking with you.

When his glossa meets your modesty panel, you know he's just fucking with you. Your thighs twitch apart in his hold, leaning further on the very expensive computer in front of you. This is such a bad idea, but when Rodimus trails wet, open-mouth kisses down your inner thigh it's hard to care. It's not like you and Rodimus haven't gotten up to things you shouldn't in your short-time on the Lost Light, but right where Megatron or, Primus forbid, Ultra Magnus could walk in and see you? The thought is almost shameful and nauseating enough for you to bounce away from Rodimus.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Your Captain's words are muffled where he still lavishes your thighs in kisses, trailing from the seam of your knee back up to your modesty panel. He carefully catches the lubricant you’re leaking, lapping it up before digging the tip of his glossa into the junction where your modesty panel slides back. Such careful teasing has it folding away without any internal prompting, "I really wanted you to ride my glossa, but this'll have to do for now."

Rodimus places delicate kisses from your node to the lips of your valve, glossa laying down gentle swipes before he truly delves in. You release an invent you hadn't realized you were holding, so caught up in focusing on every soft sensation. You know Rodimus can be more enthusiastic, more energetic, he's just teasing you. When his glossa finally pushes past the lips of your valve, you sigh out a low moan, moving back against his mouth. Rodimus meets you with fervor, his glossa fucking you into a fast approaching overload.

With the time ticking down, you're tempted to check your chronometer again. Just to make sure. But Rodimus' glossa teases your calipers, swipes over nodes that even you haven't touched in... So long. When was the last time you got an overload that wasn't via Rodimus? You should really remember to thank your Captain for his hard work. For coming to make sure you at least took what was supposed to be your lunchbreak.

[sinoseencameramodule]

Fixing Common GRR Shutter Problems: A Comprehensive Guide

The GRR (Gear Rack and Pinion) shutter is a widely used mechanism for controlling the flow of air or light in various applications, such as HVAC systems, industrial equipment, and architectural designs. While GRR shutters are generally reliable, they can sometimes encounter common problems that require attention and resolution. In this blog post, we'll explore the most frequent GRR shutter issues and provide practical solutions to help you keep your shutter system functioning at its best.more info view this.

Key issues and solutions:

Binding or Sticking Shutter:

Cause: Debris buildup, misalignment, or worn components

Solution: Clean the shutter, adjust the alignment, and replace any worn parts as needed.

Excessive Noise or Vibration:

Cause: Loose connections, worn bearings, or issues with the gear rack and pinion

Solution: Tighten connections, replace bearings, and ensure the gear rack and pinion are in good condition.

Slow or Unresponsive Shutter Movement:

Cause: Insufficient lubrication, motor failure, or mechanical issues

Solution: Apply appropriate lubrication, troubleshoot the motor, and inspect the mechanical components.

Shutter Fails to Open or Close Fully:

Cause: Limit switch malfunctions, mechanical obstructions, or control system issues

Solution: Adjust or replace the limit switches, clear any obstructions, and check the control system.

Premature Wear or Failure of Components:

Cause: Improper installation, harsh environmental conditions, or lack of maintenance

Solution: Ensure proper installation, protect the shutter from environmental factors, and establish a regular maintenance schedule.

FAQs:

How often should I lubricate the GRR shutter?

The recommended lubrication frequency varies based on the operating conditions and manufacturer's specifications, but typically every 6 to 12 months is a good guideline.

Can I replace individual components of the GRR shutter, or do I need to replace the entire system?

In many cases, you can replace individual components, such as bearings, gears, or the gear rack, as long as they are compatible with your shutter system. However, for more complex issues or if the shutter is heavily worn, replacing the entire system may be the best solution.

How can I prevent common GRR shutter problems from occurring?

Implement a regular maintenance routine, including cleaning, lubrication, and inspections. Monitor the shutter's performance and address any issues promptly. Additionally, ensure proper installation and protect the shutter from harsh environmental conditions.

Conclusion: Maintaining the optimal performance of your GRR shutter system is essential for the smooth operation of your equipment or building. By understanding the common problems and implementing the appropriate solutions, you can proactively address any issues and extend the lifespan of your GRR shutter. Remember to follow the manufacturer's guidelines, stay vigilant for any signs of trouble, and address problems as soon as they arise to keep your system running at its best.

If you are looking for related camera module products, feel free to contact us.

[starqueensthings]

Summary: yesterday's events on the combat base are forgotten amidst a turbulent morning, until a surprise at work single-handedly ensures forgetting anything about that place, or that person, would be near impossible. Rating/WC: all chapters are rated 16+ for mature themes unless stated otherwise. 6508 words. WARNINGS: none really... allusions of anxiety but nothing potent. Some suggestive language. A/N: This chapter is a little more dialogue heavy than some of the others... hopefully y'all are okay with that. My brain also did that thing with those perfectionist tendencies and made me read it so many times looking for errors that words just simply arent words anymore. If you see typos, passive verbs, or run on sentences... no you don't. OH ALSO, DONT FORGET FLIMSI MEANS PAPER. I am starting to sprinkle in a lot more Star Wars jargon! PLEASE ENSURE YOU’VE READ THE FOREWORD LINKED BELOW FOR AN IN-DEPTH DESCRIPTION OF WHAT DEGREE OF CONTENT YOU CAN EXPECT THROUGHOUT THIS STORY BEFORE PROCEEDING.

FOREWORD | MASTER | NEXT | PREV | AO3

(1) “ Is this the long overdue engagement brunch you’ve been promising me for weeks? Or is it the galaxy’s most extravagant bribe?”   

That sharp intonation rang around the confines of those empty kitchen corners; the abandoned holopad awaiting attention atop that stone counter suddenly ignited amid an effort to alert that deserted room of an incoming written transmission, though its song and dance remained both unheard and unseen by its preoccupied owner still hidden two rooms over. Bent double in the lingering humidity of that tiny refresher whilst careless motions from toweled hands laboriously attempted to towel dry that impossibly thick mane of ebony hair, June sang loudly in tandem to the song issuing from the radio perched impetuously beside the sink, hips bobbing with a sense of near-awkward confidence, the nature of her back aching stoop utterly robbing those movements of the restraint and grace she typically offered the art of dance.  

Morning showers were largely atypical for someone whose work schedule demanded they rouse amidst the earliest hours of each aborning rotation— a time unknown to most; a reverently ephemeral gap between the dark and incipient dawn, when even the most practiced of night owls submitted to the need for repose and burrowed themselves securely into their beds; it remained Coruscant’s (and it’s egregious overpopulation’s) only hope of witnessing something that even bore slight resemblance to serenity, as the moon offered the sky one last farewell kiss before its radiant counterpart stretched its arms upward from below the horizon.  

No. Typically, a dozen hours spent confined in the frigidity of the hospital’s many operating rooms saw June near-desperately seeking the reinvigorating ablution of a hot shower upon her return home in the evening, granting the rest of her apartment only a momentary glance to affirm its regularity before leaping urgently into the sanctity of that steaming, tiled temple. But every eighth Benduday saw her routine inverted and the otherwise implacable anarchy of the Surgical Floor brought to a screeching halt, as all droids bearing the subclassification of ‘Medical Assist Personnel’ were required to adhere to the mandatory maintenance policy, including: circuitry inspection, processor recalibration, servo lubrication, and databank encryption. And due to the nature of the sophisticated machinery of which the hospital housed, and the innovative array of medical intervention it was subsequently able to provide whilst accompanied by those invaluable, artificially-intelligent companions, the temporary shutdown mandated that all surgeries, not categorized as Class-A Urgent, were deferred until the process reached completion. 

Despite having participated in this necessary interruption countless times, June continued to find that shift in routine quite irksome; the chance to amble around her apartment completely unhurried felt less like the rare opportunity for a languid morning, and more like she was being subjected to a timeout of which she’d done nothing to warrant, eyes darting impatiently toward the wall chrono near-regularly to gauge just how much time she’d managed to waste amidst the myriad of inconsequential tasks utterly failing to keep her occupied. And though that abeyance granted her the unfathomable privilege of actually sipping her morning caf and cherishing its flavour atop her tongue (instead of the hasty, throat scalding gulps she typically took before dashing from the kitchen), that unwelcome stillness walked hand-in-hand with the promise of an overactive mind perpetually threatening to resurface malignant past experiences in that complete void of distraction… her most valuable tool.  

Chest heaving neath the sheer exertion of pulling scrub pants up thighs still partially damp and tumid from that hot shower, she trod breathlessly into the kitchen and tossed her lunch bag atop the counter beside the stove. From the pantry in the corner, she extracted: the last of her favorite peanut granola bars, a packet of assorted fruit flavoured gummy snacks (shamelessly intended for juvenile consumption, though June had long-since proven to wholly lack the mental fortitude required to leave the store without them), and a foil-topped, styrofoam cup of dehydrated instant-noodles, all of which she threw pell-mell into that insulated tote without even a glance. 

(2) “Okay, but real talk... Are the strudels fair game? Because the one with sprinkles has been begging me to eat it for the last twenty mins and my willpower is fading fast.” 

A shrill chirp from across the kitchen purloined her attention as she reached to collect a clean fork from the drawer at her hip and drop it carelessly atop that pitiful troupe of snacks, the screen of that abandoned device strobing anew with another desperate attempt to inform its owner of her continued negligence. 

“What in Maker’s name…” June mumbled under her breath, brows furrowing neath a potent perplexity as she studied the pair of enigmatic messages she’d unknowingly snubbed. Brunch? Strudels? Sprinkles?   

The once-intentional grip around her beloved holo loosened as she spun back to face the refrigerator, wrist drooping as her focus shifted, narrowed eyes quickly locating the flimsi calendar affixed onto that gleaming appliance by a pair of decorative, faux leaf magnets. Yet, with each second her gaze danced upon those thirty-five blank squares, her mind whirred atop a frantic need to try and remember some lost premise – a strudel-worthy engagement of which she’d likely agreed to participate, but had wholly forgotten to jot down whilst in jumping the hurdles of Challa’s newly bequeathed educational directive. Perhaps one of the nurses was celebrating a birthday? Possibly today marked an anniversary of sorts? An acquaintance from another floor celebrating tenure, or retirement? A student, graduating? Or could it be that the surgical department had managed to notch yet another stupendous milestone into their belts, and the President had been kind enough to reward each of the staff with a sprinkle-covered pastry? 

The thought alone was enough to tug her from that torpor, a dubious snort escaping her nose as she placed her holopad back on the counter and zipped her lunchbag closed; the day the surgical staff was granted a token of appreciation for their unremitting dedication and hard work, would be the same day every Bantha in the galaxy suddenly sprouted wings and forewent gravity to voyage through hyperspace with the Purrgil. 

“Welp,” she grunted. “Whatever this shindig is, here’s hoping it’s not a potluck because I am not sharing my gummies.”

She delayed her departure only long enough to run some organic seed oil through the ends of her hair and hastily braid those unruly locks into a rope, draping it over her shoulder in an effort to prevent the dreaded “skyway tangles”; a label her good friend Alda has once adorned to the abhorrent series of knots that inevitably formed in one’s hair after a trip through the blustering skylanes overhead. 

Barely a minute later saw June emerging from the lobby of her building, doors clunking shut behind her and a sigh of content leaving her lips as she crossed the grounds of the apartment complex toward the parking lot where her speeder slumbered in the void of its call to action. Bearing witness to the way the sun bathed every corner of that stone walkway in its midday effulgence was yet another infrequent privilege allotted by the suspension of her routine, as noon hour typically saw her stooped over a gurney in one of the many, frigid operating rooms. But the breeze had yet to assimilate that spring sun’s inherent warmth, and whizzing through that skyway grid, high above the various peaks and gables of Coruscant's tallest roofs and highest towers, had a series of relentless shivers rolling down her spine, hands beginning to tremble atop those handlebars as she eagerly directed her bike toward the hangar door where hospital staff housed their vehicles for the duration of their shift. 

A trooper clad in a kit of white and scarlett stood to greet her as she approached that viridescent rayshield, appearing from his hidden perch behind the tinted windows of the security booth of which he took refuge in the absence of intrusion, that shiny and unmarred plastoid creaking as he sunk into one hip and folded his arms over that red, painted chest. 

"Slept in, didja doc?” he asked as she slowed to a halt in front of him, the vocoder in that familiar bucket utterly failing to conceal the teasing lilt in his voice. 

“Slept in?” June snorted while reaching to extract her ID card from the pocket on her thigh, near-instantly noting the white crown decal circling the dome of his red helmet. “Me? Come on, King. You oughta know me better than that by now. I wouldn’t know sleep if it danced naked in front of me.”

Though his eyes remained perfectly veiled by the opacity of that dark visor, there was no mistaking the way that trooper intentionally and infuriatingly spurned the extension of her offering as she held her clearance card outward, her lips instantly pursing upon watching those armour-clad arms tighten the entanglement atop his chest in a motion of uninhibited obstinance.   

“And what if I danced naked in front of you?” 

She hesitated for only a breath before a contentious groan escaped her lips, posture slumping amid a swelling impatience she simply could not corral as that question spilled from his lips bathed in the promise that he would not permit her to exit this exchange without suffering yet another round of his relentless advances. 

“What then, hmm?”

“Well first I’d vomit,” June snarked, response free from of the reticence that teaching on the base had begun to imbue in her, hand now vigorously shaking the card between her fingers neath a desperate attempt to attune his focus away from this imminent, noisome standoff and back toward the task of which he remained honour-bound to complete. “Then I’d probably throttle you to within an inch of your life for subjecting me to such cruel and unusual torture without cause, or have you forgotten my response from the last time we broached this particular subject?” 

“Can’t blame a guy for being persistent, can ya?” he attested, shoulders shifting briefly toward his concealed ears while he continued to ignore her increasingly frenetic motions. 

“No,” she grumbled, reinvigorating the violent flap of her hand between them, eyes departing the smirk hidden behind that bucket to affix themselves on the little plastoid card amid a silent plea that he save the unpleasant repartee and simply do his job . “But I can blame a guy for making me late–” 

“Then make this quick. Agree to a date.” 

“I don’t have time to socialize, King," June groused atop a heavy sigh. “Now or later, so can you just scan the card please?”

“Just one date, doc. That’s all I need to convince y–”

“No. It was no last time, and it’ll be no next time. Now scan the dam–”

“Hmph... someone’s feeling extra feisty today,” he cooed following a deep, throaty chuckle, tipping forward to within inches of her scowling expression and wholly rebuking the way she rapped the edge of her ID against his vambrace. “Lucky for you, I’m into the bratty attitu–”  

“Scan the kriffing card, King.”

Her hissed demand elicited nothing from that coy trooper but a small snort, arms slowly unfurling and head shaking neath an amusement of which she would never share. 

“You know, I would,” he purred, sightlessly snatching the wriggling card and turning it over in those gloved hands, fingers trailing tauntingly around its perimeter, “If I thought it would accomplish anything. This is an access card for the combat base… It’s not going to do you any good at GRMF."  

Her stomach plummeted, gaze darting frantically toward that glossy duraplas square between his kevlar-clad digits, dread surging through her veins at first sight of that white Republic cog emblem only partially hidden neath his fingertips. 

“Kriff.” 

“So how about that date?” King probed again, flicking that now useless ID into her lap and securing those arms atop his chest again. “Any more appealing now that I can save you a trip home?”

“I don’t live that far,” she snarled at him. 

“Suit yourself,” he sang atop a sigh of feigned remorse. "See you in half an hour, minimum . That midday Coruscant traffic can get pretty clogged, so here’s hoping you’re not pressed for time or anything. Being a doctor and all, I’m sure time is of no concern–”

“You're nauseating, you know that?” she grumbled under her breath, only-barely containing the potent need to tip her head back and groan to the sky about her own shameful negligence. “Would it be enough to say I’ll consider it?” 

“I’ll take what I can get.” Though his expression remained concealed by the goading shield of that red and white bucket, the snicker that rattled through the vocoder was bathed in a disturbing sense of success, and its sound forced her to near-instantly swallow back a sudden guttural heave.

June wasted no time engaging the throttle and surging forward the moment that humming green barrier disintegrated upon the prod of a button somewhere atop his on-person control system, and she offered him nothing more than a transient glare before rounding the first corner in that overladen speeder lot. 

By the time she neared the dueling pair of sliding doors acting a vestibule for the surgical floor, Jacoba’s pair of arcane messages had long since-vanished from her awareness. Instead, every stride into and out of those clanging and chiming elevators saw her fighting to repress the sickening blend of embarrassment and revulsion still simmering in her gut. It wasn’t until she stuck her nose into the staff room to ensure an absolutely vital pot of caf sat gurgling on the counter, did she remember the expectation of some party . But that austere room remained as prosaic and unassuming as ever; a myriad of lunch containers battled to occupy the limited square footage in that shared fridge as they always did, a vast collection of mugs had convened in the sink awaiting the bath they so desperately needed (a task that, rightfully, June should have initiated, as at least half had been soiled and stained by her inveterate caf addiction). Yet, any semblance of celebration remained absent; not a balloon to be blown, not a streamer to be seen, not a noise maker to be found.

“Hm,” she grunted, shoving a hand into the depths of that fridge amid an attempt to ensure those promised, sprinkle-covered-strudels weren’t simply concealed behind several bulky lunch bags. Though, aside from a sandwich whose bread had either been baked with blue milk, or had been abandoned to the callous corners of that shelf for so long that it had grown a particularly fuzzy layer of mold, there was nothing of peculiarity.

“Meh, whatever,” she mumbled to herself as she departed for the open ward, vowing to forgo this mystifying investigation and simply address that duo of ciphered messages when she reached her office.  

The ward itself entirely juxtaposed the bustle of the hospital’s several dozen other floors; as to not completely paralyze that symbiotic metacommunity, each ward adhered to a certified rotation that dictated what day of which week their allotted droid personnel received the temporary reset mandate. Since Lumi was required to comply with the strict policy, June did not bother pausing at the droid station to rouse him, instead veering around the gargantuan welcome desk toward the hidden hall that housed their office spaces. 

But barely a trio of steps passed underfoot down the secluded corridor before that once-placated confusion flared anew. Her always clutter-free desktop coming into focus only short strides down that quiet hall, that gleaming table now wholly replete with an odd arrangement of, what appeared to be …packages, and it was a collection of which she never would have permitted to belitter that cherished space for any longer than necessary. 

“What the–” she queried upon nearing the threshold, lips falling apart and brows contracting as those blue eyes scanned the unheralded assortment heaped in front of her. 

Five. Five oversized, kraft takeout boxes lay in a ceremonious crescent arrangement atop that white surface, their lids erected to expertly expose their myriad of delectable contents. Scones, muffins, biscuits, strudels, cookies, tarts, several different fruit and nut spreads; an entire bakery enclosed in that collection of containers. 

June had never seen such an appetizing display in her entire life, especially not arranged so decorously atop her desk, and her mouth began to water upon first sight of what appeared to be a perfectly baked cheddar tea biscuit nestled delicately in the corner of the middle box. Yet, it was not the exuberant display sending her nostrils aflare and a euphoric sigh from those gaping lips, but the unfamiliar, yet, glorious aromatics of a flavored caf, its enamoring perfume emanating from a spout-adorned takeout box just behind that scrumptious abundance. Flanked between a tall stack of emerald green, disposable cups and pile of matching flimsi napkins, a rolling pillar steam danced through from a small exhaust hole in that kraft container, filling that cramped corners of that office space with an intoxicating redolence of which she’d never known.

“Pastries?” June whispered, frozen atop that threshold. 

“Yes, I ate the strudel!” Jacoba needlessly admitted the moment June appeared, evidence of her transgressions still apparent by the powdered sugar lingering in the crevasses of her dark lips. “I couldn't help myself!”

“What is all this?” June asked her friend, the handles of both her lunch bag and her purse slipping down her forearm as she gestured toward the obscure feast in front of her. 

“You tell me,” Jac answered with a shrug. “What are we celebrating? Or, if it's a bribe, what do you want?” 

“We're not celebrating anything. I didn’t order this…” A soft, incredulous chortle escaped June's lips as she absently let her cargo thunk to the floor at her feet, the notion that Jacoba may have legitimately believed her to order such an extensive collection of finely crafted baked goods was near-laughable. 

“You didn’t order this stuff?” Jacoba probed immediately, eyes widening in something near-horror. “As in, did not? Please tell me you’re joking? I’ve already eaten like four pastries.”

“Of course I did not,” June snorted. “Why the kriff would I order 1600 different kinds of muffins, Jacoba?” 

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t done crazier shit, Juniper,” her best friend snarked back at her with a small roll of her eyes. “Remember the cheese fondue fiasco last year?”

“You always have to bring that up, don't you?” 

June eased somewhat apprehensively into that cramped but dazzlingly bright room, hands finding their perch atop her hips and a small sigh leaving her nose as she reached her desk and peered down at the unexpected assembly. “ Hutchie’s ,” she murmured, reaching for the box furthest on the left and trailing her finger along the ornate, gold signature adorning the underside of each lid. “Never heard of it.”

“Me neither,” Jac chimed in, wiping the remnants of that sweet indulgence from her lips with the sleeve of her cardigan. “They make a kriffing mean eclair though.” 

“Well what do we do with it?” June asked, retracting her hand from its yearning hover over the tea biscuit still silently vying for her attention in that dainty, doily swaddle. “Should we try and find who it’s meant for? Probably for the neonatal ward. They're always getting stuff delivered.” 

“But that doesn’t make sense,” Jacoba objected with a small shake of the head. “The delivery guy asked for you by name. Malya said he showed up at the welcome desk looking for a “ Dr. June ”, so she led him here. That’s kinda why I thought eating it would be fin–” 

“Ah. Good morning, girls.” 

June spun at the sudden sound of her boss’s drawling voice, turning to find Challa framed in the doorway with nostrils aflare and chest twitching atop a series of deep, inquisitive sniffs.

“It’s noon, Challa,” Jac corrected him with a smirk, gesturing with a small nod toward the window opposite where that midday radiance continued to flood every corner of the room. 

“So it is,” he assented, offering only a fleeting glance toward the watch strapped to his lissome wrist before his gaze fell upon the flagrant display of food. “Goodness, what an exhibition. It smells delightful. What precisely is the cause for celebration?” 

“Don't know,” June answered with a shrug, having both posed and denied some semblance of that question several times over the course of the last hour and had yet to find even a fragment of an answer. “I was kinda hoping you might, because neither of us were let in on the secret. We have no clue where it came from.” 

“How unusual,” Challa hummed, though his expression offered nothing but insouciance and mild amusement as if such an oversized and mysterious delivery was simply run-of-the-mill. “It bears no connection to me, unfortunately. Though, just as well– I could not procure the wine you requested. Apparently it’s an opulence not offered at local establishments. I did, however, manage to acquire a Cleanser Tube for your apartm–”  

“You did!?” June gasped, jaw falling open. “Seriously? No way! ”

“What!?” Jacoba protested as Challa pulled a single piece of white flimsi from its clamp neath his arm. “She gets a raise and a fancy new washing ma–”

“Contact the comm channel listed to schedule delivery,” Challa advised June as she collected the document, blatantly ignoring the pugnacious outcry from behind the sugar covered desk on the right. “And pay no attention to the fee listed near the bottom; this is a gift courtesy of GRMF, but it’s imperative the hospital’s parsimony remain intact so please keep this between us, June.”

“Of course!” She answered completely void of coherent thought, an ebullience incited by the unexpected ingratiation sending her near leaping on the spot and cradling that sheet of flimsi against her chest as if its top-secret context bore something of extreme high value. “Eeeee! This is so exciting, Challa! Thank you!” 

Something near an affectionate smile topped those thin lips, though he simply raised a hand to politely deflect her tittering gratitude, waiting until she’d expelled the last of her delight before letting the emergence of a darkened tone diminish the merriment in the room. 

“June,” he began neath that characteristic severity. “I am most eager to initiate the continuation of yesterday’s discussion, but there are a couple pressing matters I must first address. When you have a moment, dissect your surgical schedule and assign me as a second surgeon to whichever case you think might offer us the promise of an undisturbed discussion.”  

June offered a nod of understanding, eyes quickly shifting to locate the datapad atop that encumbered desk so she may accede to his request as soon as he departed. Once those magnificent Lekku vanished down the hall, June near-threw herself into the chair behind her desk with an elated sigh, gazing near-glassy eyed down at that flimsi still pinched in her fingers. 

“I hope you know I’ll be doing my laundry exclusively at your place now,” Jac groused from her seat whilst reaffixing her attention to the holocomputer screen currently displaying a particularly nasty looking intracerebral hemorrhage.  

“Yeah right,” June snorted, carefully folding that cherished contract and tucking it into her purse for safe keeping. “You’ve never done laundry a day in your life, first of all. Second, the chances of you breaking my new Cleanser with your atrociously beaded clothes is, unfortunately for you, way too high.” 

“Thechancesofyoubreakingmynewcleanser,” Jacoba mocked in a sickeningly childish voice atop another roll of her dark eyes. 

“Oh whatever… have another snack, Jealous Judy,” June snorted, reaching into the nearest box and extracting what looked and smelled to be a perfectly flakey buttertart, wrapping it in an emerald green napkin and placing it on the desk at her friends elbow next to a steaming cup of that enchanting, flavoured caf. 

“I don’t know exactly what this heavenly nectar is, but I'm about to drink all of it," June advised the room at large moments later, greedily watching that stream of shockingly fragrant, dark liquid pool in the green cup she'd placed in front of her; several deep, slow inhales near-instantly filling what felt like every corner of her being with an aroma so pleasant, she was unlikely to ever forget that intoxicating blended aroma of spiced apple and mild vanilla. 

“You have a keratoplasty in an hour,” Jacoba warned. “Maybe wait to overdose on caf until the jitters won’t permanently blind someone.”

Finally conceding to that herb-infused tea biscuit’s relentless call to be devoured, June ripped off large chunk of that fluffy dough and jammed it eagerly into her mouth, jaw immediately mutinying against the overzealous portion she was now demanding it mash as she reached to extract her work shoes from under the desk, but hardly a breath after she’d lifted her foot to force her toes into that black sneaker, the distressing sound of panicked, laboured breathing met her ears. 

“You okay, Gra’ta?” Jacoba asked as June’s gaze darted upward toward the door where a frantic looking nurse stood stooped in the threshold, one hand desperately seeking stability with a trembling grip on her knee while the other clamped itself atop her heaving chest. 

“Yeah,” Gra’ta near-wheezed, reaching toward her neck to gingerly trail a quivering hand across the first harrowing signs of a dark contusion erupting neath that blue Pantoran skin. “The guy in 11S just had me locked in a chokehold. It took everything Pherto had to get him off me.” 

“What?!” June gasped, black sneaker now forgotten and dangling uselessly in her hand. “Maker, are you okay? Why didn’t you call a code white?” 

“I'm fine,” she answered, though despite attempting to flippantly wave away their continued concern, there was no ignoring the mist forming atop her golden eyes as the need to expel that sudden surge of adrenaline robbed her of the immutable composure she so proudly upheld. “Everything is fine now. He just woke up from a mitral valve replacement, and the–” 

“The post procedure psychosis hit,” Jac finished for her. “Kriff, what is it with cardiac procedures and the idiopathic delirium?” 

“No one knows,” June chimed sombrely, shoving her foot into her shoe and hastily tying a knot in the laces. “But immediate physical therapy and pain control have been proven pivotal in helping it dissipate.” 

“Pherto’s on it,” Gra’ta confirmed atop a heavy sigh. “Listen, I have to run but I was supposed to bring this over a while ago. I found this on the floor behind the welcome desk, June. It’s got your name on it. Malya said it likely fell off one of the boxes that arrived earlier?” 

From the breast pocket of her scrub top, Gra’ta extracted a small dark green card, that familiar gold foiled signet gleaming in the light only briefly before disappearing again as she handed it across the desk. June took it enthusiastically, heart leaping as her fingers closed around the possible answer to this unforeseen strudel mystery. 

“Wait!” she called as Gra’ta heaved one last preparatory sigh and turned to admit herself back into chaos. “Take a snack or two before you go.” 

“Thank you,” the nurse smiled, accepting the stack of donuts June had hastily wrapped in a handful of those emerald napkins before disappearing back into the open ward. 

“She’s having a terrible day,” June near-whimpered upon taking her seat again. “Probably been at work less than an hour and already been strang—”

“Open it open it open it open it,” Jac chanted, interrupting the attempt to commiserate and spinning her chair away from her computer, dark eyes alight with something near a manic curiosity as they affixed themselves on the little card now laying next to that half eaten biscuit.  

Though no bigger than the size of a standard business card, for what that tiny envelope lacked in size, it made up ten fold in beauty. That stunning emerald flimsi, glazed with what appeared to be a graphic rendition of a some sort of leaf, shone radiantly in the sun pouring in from behind its current holder. Yet it wasn’t the detail adorning the little gift that captivated and held the attention of the narrowed blue eyes still gazing eagerly in its direction, nor was it the appearance of that same loopy penmanship, curling it’s way delicately around her name, but the truly marvelous wax seal tasked with keeping those contents private. 

“So ritzy,” she breathed, gently running a finger around the perimeter of that solidified gold before fitting the shredded edge of her thumbnail beneath that sparkly wax button and delicately prying it upward. 

The little card she pulled from its swaddle near-perfectly matched the luxury of its housing, though instead of that remarkably ornate penmanship, the message inside lay beneath a somewhat hurried and disjointed scrawl of which she’d never seen before.  

‘June,

I took you at your word and ordered one of every cheese centered snack they had, plus some other things I thought you’d maybe like. Hopefully something in this bunch manages to brighten your day that way you’ve repeatedly brightened mine. ’  

There was no need for a valediction, no need to see the name of the person who had requested and implemented the delivery of this astonishing  gift. It could only be one. There had only been one capable of doming her cheeks in such earnest, only one of whom could incite such a frenzy in her gut. An uncharacteristic giddiness of which no bite upon that bottom lip could stifle saw her hand darting upward to conceal what she could of that betraying grin, eyes flicking back to where that untidy scrawl had shaped her name.

“Who’s it from?” Jacoba demanded through the muffle of what sounded to be a mouthful of pastry number five. “The suspense is killing me.” 

But, much like the appearance of his lopsided smile, that message had near-instantly robbed June of the ability to form coherent thought beyond the unprecedented glee of which his presence seemed to innately bring her, and she offered her best friend’s curiosity nothing but a cogent silence whilst stealing another moment to reread those scrawled sentiments. 

“I’d much prefer real cheese… nothing woo’s me quite like a snack and a hot caf.” 

“I’ll remember that.”

Her jaw shifted ahead a giggle that she only barely corralled behind pursed lips as the image of that teal-painted captain danced across her mind, amber eyes twinkling, mouth hitched slightly toward one ear as he gazed down at her and uttered that promise with a sincerity she’d foolishly doubted in that moment. 

Heat coursed through her veins toward her cheeks as she banished that image from her mind only long enough to peer sideways at the snack beside her. That glorious caf and cheddar biscuit, his fulfilled promise, now lay long-forgotten, and the suddenly invigorated flap-a-bout in her gut had rendered even the thought of attempting another bite, a task of a near-Herculean quality.

His memory had danced across her awareness several times since their unexpected run-in yesterday, since curiosity and instant recognition had sent him back peddling into both the dead-end corridor where she’d gotten herself stranded and back into her life. And though offering the notion any fragment of affirmation only promised to set her hands atremble, there was no denying that a portion of her had attached itself to the idea of him frighteningly quickly and seemingly without hesitation. There was simply just something . Something about the way his eyes surveyed her so softly yet so knowingly, as if he'd somehow learned everything there was to know about her during the span of those two short encounters, and feared none of it. Something about the way that right side heavy smirk appeared as she spoke, as if he entirely understood the intention behind every word that left her lips— as if he simply knew who she was. 

Yet, despite this precipice bringing with it unheralded feelings of which June had never previously permitted herself to entertain, she could not deny it was near-perfectly matched by an apprehension of which her consciousness would simply not relent, and no sooner had her nerves found themselves drunk on that rush of gratitude and affection, did her stomach begin to twist atop an equi-potent reservation… a warning of which she’d long-trained her mind to issue when circumstance had thrust her into the unknown and unsafe territory of potentially reciprocating male affection. 

Despite her hearts best efforts, erupting into a cadence worthy of war as if every powerful beat thundered to recruit the service of her other organs in the battle against the grievously imminent reproval, that excitement quickly dissipated amongst the ominous breeze of which that red flag fluttered. The fact remained, he was a man, and June had spent her entire adult life meticulously fortifying a mentality that promised to keep herself free of them. Desires must remain at only that. These feelings, as intoxicating and ineffable as they were, threatened to pave a road away from the safety of which she’d long ago crafted, and though the soft shifts of his twinkling gaze atop her features seemed to set her very nerves alight in a way they’d never experienced, every beat of that bounding heart in favour of entertaining this possible connection was a rhythmic step toward a vulnerability she’d once sworn to never experience. 

Her eyes unfocussed upon that tiny card, written sentiments blurred by inattention as she clamped her thumbnail between her teeth and began its absentminded destruction.  

“Oh, are we doing that thing again? Where we just ignore each other? Because a heads up would have been nice…”

“No, sorry Jac,” June mumbled, wrenching her gaze from that scrawl and permitting a heavy sigh to steal from her lips. Swallowing upon the realization that attempting to conceal the surging inner conflict from someone who knew her more thoroughly than anyone else in the galaxy, would prove largely ineffective and likely only invite one of Jacoba’s infamous wraths to ensue, so she simply closed that little card and extended it outward so that her friend may ascertain the details first hand. 

Collecting the abandoned cup of caf from the desk and drumming her fingers anxiously atop its side, she watched Jacoba’s narrowed eyes dance rapidly across that beautiful little verdant momento. 

“But this doesn’t even say who it’s from!” her friend exclaimed angrily a mere second later, flicking the apparently useless flimsi haphazardly onto June’s desk. “How are we supposed to kn—”

“It’s from Howzer,” June interrupted, attempting to ignore the way letting her lips wrap their way around the shape of his name had reawoken the butterflies in her stomach, and though she pulled that biscuit toward her amidst an effort to locate any semblance of distraction, it now looked as unappealing as the sandwich in the staff room. 

“Who? ” Jacoba asked bemusedly, and had that sudden plague of emotional duality not rendered June near-ignorant to everything else, the look of unadulterated confusion atop her best friend’s face would have been near-comical, as Jacoba had long-since deemed herself the Queen of Gossip and rarely donned such an expression. 

“A guy—”

“A GUY?!”

”Shhhh!” June demanded in the wake of Jacoba’s incredulous outburst, both sets of eyes quickly darting toward the door to ensure that sudden incredulous blast hadn’t roused any attention. 

“He's a soldier,” June answered somewhat lamely atop her mind’s failed attempt at elucidating exactly who and what Howzer presently was to her. “He was the patient I cauterized after Challa pulled me off that thoracotomy last month. I ran into him on Base yesterday and... well... he was kinda flirting with me I guess.”

“Flirting? ” Jacoba repeated instantly in hiss. 

June near-cowered under the intensity of her friend’s wide-eyed, disbelieving stare; it seemed whatever explanation Jacoba had expected to hear from her, the notion of a possible love-interest had not at all been on the radar.

“Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit,” Jac sang quietly, “I know I’ve been out of the dating game for a while, but I don’t think he would have sent cookies to someone that slapped him . So– does that mean that you were flirting back?”

Attempting to hide a portion of that shameful truth, June hid behind a long sip of caf before offering a small shrug. “I don't know,” she admitted atop a repressed sigh, fingers continuing their pointless tap atop that cup. “I didn’t tell him to fuck off, so… maybe? I guess? All I said was, if he wanted to woo me, he'd better do it with snacks.”

“Oh, you're open to people wooing you now, are you?”

“I mean, I don't know,” June repeated in little more than a mumble, something near-shame creeping up her throat and threatening to bring that lonesome bite of biscuit with it. She swallowed and dropped her gaze to the lid of the cup in her hand, a tiny shard of shredded thumbnail loitering where she'd unknowingly ripped and tore that keratin apart amidst her torpor. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jacoba cast another furtive glance toward the door, ensuring this increasingly poignant conversation promised to remain entirely unheard by any unwanted ears lingering in that otherwise quiet corridor. 

“June…” 

“Don’t ‘June’ me. I know it’s insane. I’m trying to igno–”  

“It’s not insane at all,” Jacoba argued quietly, “So shut up and listen.” 

With lips pursed against the autonomic urge to snark back at her best friend’s command, June simply placed her nail back between her teeth and shifted her gaze to her knees. 

“You've been… strong… for a long time, June,” Jacoba spoke soberly, leaning her elbows onto her knees and clasping her fingers together. “You've managed to uphold this conviction— this ‘I hate men’ mentality for nearly a decade. I know why and I don’t blame you, but while I know you think that’s what’s been keeping you safe, it’s also kept you alone. You are as stubborn as you are strong and you know that. If you have any sort of feelings for this Hazlan guy—” 

“Howzer.”

“—Howzer, then why not just lean into it a little bit this time? Just see where it goes?”

“Jac—” June stammered, placing her cup back on the desk in front of her and shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “I shouldn’t. I can’t… and I don’t even think I’d know what to do if I could. ”  

“You're not proposing to the guy,” Jac shrugged, sitting back in her chair. “You don’t really have to do anything. Just don't shut him down. Let him flirt and see where that takes you. If you get a bad vibe from him, cut him loose. A swallow does not a summer make, June. It's been ten years . One foray into the possibility of a relationship is not going to derail the life you’ve made for yourself. Plus, you did four straight years of self-defense… you could probably break every bone in his body if you felt the need.”

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Affordable High-Speed Fun: Best Budget Electric RC Cars

Introduction to Fast Electric Remote Control Cars

When choosing the ideal RC car for your needs, there are various key factors to take into account. These include the power source, size, construction quality, and brand reliability. Additionally, keep in mind that the intended use of the car - whether for on-road or off-road racing - greatly affects its overall speed and maneuverability.

Here are a few other aspects to keep in mind.

Although the excitement of racing RC cars at high speeds is unquestionable, prioritising safety should always be a priority.

It is important to carefully select designated areas for operating these cars, keeping them away from crowded places to avoid potential accidents.

Additionally, ensuring that your RC car receives regular maintenance and inspections is crucial in guaranteeing safe and enjoyable use. By routinely cleaning, lubricating, and inspecting your car, you can prolong its lifespan and improve its performance.

Upgrading key components such as the motor, battery, and tires can also enhance its speed and overall functionality, maximizing the value of your investment.

Consider installing a more powerful motor, adjusting the gearing ratio, and opting for high-capacity batteries. Additionally, upgrading the tires and suspension can enhance the car’s grip and stability, leading to improved speed and performance.

It’s essential to note that while modifications can enhance performance, they may also increase wear and tear on the vehicle. Therefore, regular maintenance and careful tuning are crucial to ensure both speed and longevity.

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The ARRMA Infraction 6S BLX Brushless 1/7 RTR Electric 4WD Street Bash Truck is capable of a top speed of 80+ mph.

The LOST RC Car has a top speed of 52 kph or 32.3 mph.

The Redcat Racing Lightning EPX Drift Car can reach speeds around 10-15 mph.

The Arrma Infraction 1/7 scale can reach speeds up to 130 kph or 80.7 mph.

The Traxxas Bandit VXL can reach top speeds of 70+ mph.

The Team Associated RC10 B74 can reach top speeds of around 40+ mph.

The Losi DBXL-E 2.0 can reach top speeds of up to 50+ mph.

The Traxxas X-Maxx Monster Truck can hit top speeds of up to 45+ mph.

The Kyosho Inferno GT2 can hit top speeds of up to 50+ mph.

The Maisto Rock Crawler can reach top speeds around 10-15 mph.

The ARRMA SENTON 4X4 3S BLX Brushless 1/10 RTR Short Course Truck has a top speed of 50+ mph.

The WLtoys 14401 RC car can reach speeds up to 60 kph or 37.2 mph.

The Redcat Volcano EPX can reach top speeds of 20+ mph.

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Regular maintenance and servicing are essential for maintaining optimal performance of any RC car.

Despite their sturdy design, proper upkeep is necessary for these cars. This includes basic tasks such as cleaning, checking screws and bearings, greasing them, and replacing worn out parts.

After driving, it is crucial to clean the car thoroughly. For dusty conditions, compressed air or a soft brush and damp cloth can be used. Extra care should be taken when cleaning around the bearings to prevent faster wear and tear caused by dirt and dust.

Please note: Do not clean the car with running water. Once finished, be sure to inspect all components for any looseness, particularly the screws on the servo arm, steering linkage, lower shock absorbers, suspension arms, and upper links.

These screws are subject to movement while driving and may become loose. Gently tighten them using the appropriate tool - over-tightening can cause damage to the threads.

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To prolong the life of your bearings, make sure to regularly clean and lubricate them, especially after wet driving conditions. A few drops of oil is all that is needed for proper greasing. Keep in mind that outer bearings tend to wear out quickly and should be replaced promptly when necessary.

Additionally, you can test the drive train bearings by gently wiggling the outdrive and observing any play between them. Rolling the chassis on a desk should also be smooth and quiet without any resistance or noise.

Superficial cleaning and inspection are enough with the electric components. It’s good to check that the speed controller’s fan works and can spin freely. Also check that all the components are not coming loose. Check that all the wires are undamaged and that they’re not getting in the way of the drivetrain.

Conclusion

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The Importance of a Functional Garage Door Your garage door is more than just a barrier; it’s an essential part of your home's security, energy efficiency, and convenience. When it functions correctly, it provides easy access to your home and protection for your belongings. However, when it malfunctions, it can become a significant inconvenience and even a safety hazard.

Common Garage Door Issues Garage doors can encounter various issues, including:

Broken Springs: One of the most common problems. Springs bear the heavy lifting, and when they break, the door can’t open or close properly. Misaligned Tracks: Tracks guide the door up and down. If they’re bent or out of alignment, the door can jam. Worn Rollers: Rollers help the door move smoothly. When worn out, they can cause jerky movements or make the door noisy. Faulty Sensors: Sensors prevent the door from closing on objects or people. Malfunctioning sensors can make the door unsafe. Motor Issues: The motor powers the door’s movement. A faulty motor can lead to the door not opening or closing at all. Our Services At Everett Garage Door Pro, we offer a comprehensive range of services to address any garage door issue you may encounter.

Garage Door Repair Our repair services are designed to get your garage door back to optimal condition swiftly. Whether it’s a broken spring, misaligned track, or a malfunctioning opener, our skilled technicians are equipped to handle it all. We use high-quality parts to ensure long-lasting repairs.

Garage Door Installation Looking to install a new garage door? We offer a wide variety of garage doors to suit your style and budget. Our installation services ensure that your new door is set up correctly and operates smoothly from day one.

Emergency Garage Door Service Garage door problems don’t always happen during regular business hours. That’s why we offer emergency services to address urgent issues. Whether your door won’t close late at night or it’s stuck open early in the morning, you can count on us for prompt and reliable assistance.

Residential and Commercial Services We cater to both residential and commercial clients. Whether you need a sturdy door for your home garage or a heavy-duty door for your business, we have the expertise to meet your needs.

Maintenance Services Regular maintenance can extend the life of your garage door and prevent unexpected breakdowns. Our maintenance services include thorough inspections, lubrication of moving parts, and adjustment of springs and tracks to keep your door in top condition.

Garage Door Replacement When repair isn’t enough, or if you’re looking to upgrade your garage door, we provide replacement services. We’ll help you choose the right door and ensure it’s installed correctly.

Why Choose Everett Garage Door Pro? Choosing the right service provider is crucial for ensuring the longevity and reliability of your garage door. Here’s why Everett Garage Door Pro stands out:

Expertise and Experience Our team comprises skilled technicians with years of experience in the garage door industry. They are trained to handle a wide range of issues and provide solutions that last.

Quality Parts and Materials We believe in using only the best parts and materials for repairs and installations. This commitment to quality ensures that our work stands the test of time.

Customer-Centric Approach At Everett Garage Door Pro, customer satisfaction is our top priority. We strive to provide services that not only meet but exceed your expectations. Our friendly and professional staff are always ready to assist you with any questions or concerns.

Prompt and Reliable Service We understand that a malfunctioning garage door can be a major inconvenience. That’s why we aim to provide prompt and reliable service to get your door back in working order as quickly as possible.

Competitive Pricing Quality service doesn’t have to come with a hefty price tag. We offer competitive pricing on all our services, ensuring you get the best value for your money.

Signs Your Garage Door Needs Attention Recognizing the early signs of garage door problems can help prevent more significant issues. Here are some signs that indicate your garage door needs professional attention:

Unusual Noises: Grinding, squeaking, or banging sounds can indicate problems with the springs, rollers, or tracks. Slow Response Time: If your garage door takes longer than usual to open or close, it may be time for a tune-up. Sagging Sections: Visible sagging can be a sign of structural issues that need to be addressed. Door Won’t Open or Close: This is a clear sign that something is wrong, and it’s best to call a professional immediately. Remote or Wall Switch Malfunctions: If the door doesn’t respond consistently to the remote or wall switch, there might be an issue with the opener. Contact Us Today! Don’t let a faulty garage door disrupt your day. Contact Everett Garage Door Pro for reliable and efficient garage door services. Whether you need a quick repair, a complete installation, or routine maintenance, our team is here to help.

Dispatch Address: 1415 W Casino Rd, Unit 42G, Everett, WA 98204 Call Us: (425) 880-2849

Trust Everett Garage Door Pro to keep your garage door in perfect working order. Your satisfaction is our top priority, and we’re committed to delivering exceptional service every time. Call us today and let us take care of all your garage door needs!

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The Definitive Guide to Roller Skate Bearing Mastery

Maintaining your roller skates is essential. Here are a few tips that can maximize your skating experience whether you are someone that prefers inline & quad skates.

Understanding Roller Skate Bearings: Roller skate bearings are the unsung heroes of every skater's journey, providing the smooth rotation necessary for effortless gliding. Composed of intricate inner and outer rings, balls or rollers, and a cage, these bearings come in various grades, denoted by the ABEC scale, to cater to different skating styles and preferences.

The Significance of Roller Skate Bearings: Efficient roller skate bearings are essential for achieving peak performance on the skating surface. They minimize friction, maximize speed, and enhance maneuverability, allowing skaters to execute intricate moves with finesse and confidence. Whether you're racing around a track or performing stylish tricks, quality bearings are the key to success.

Factors Influencing Bearing Performance: Several factors impact the performance of roller skate bearings, including:

Material Composition: Bearings can be crafted from steel, ceramic, or hybrid materials, each offering unique benefits in terms of durability and speed.

Lubrication: Proper lubrication is crucial for reducing friction and prolonging the lifespan of bearings. Skaters can choose from a range of lubricants to suit their specific needs and preferences.

Maintenance Regimen: Regular cleaning and maintenance are imperative for keeping bearings in prime condition. Skaters should inspect their bearings regularly for signs of wear or damage and address any issues promptly to prevent performance degradation.

Tips for Mastering Roller Skate Bearings: To unlock the full potential of roller skate bearings, skaters can implement the following strategies:

Clean bearings thoroughly using a solvent or isopropyl alcohol to remove dirt and debris.

Apply a suitable lubricant to bearings to ensure smooth rotation and minimal friction.

Rotate wheels regularly to distribute wear evenly across all bearings and extend their lifespan.

Store skates in a dry, temperature-controlled environment to prevent moisture buildup and rust.

Mastering roller skate bearings is the key to unleashing peak performance on the skating surface. By understanding the intricacies of roller skate bearings and implementing proper maintenance techniques, skaters can elevate their skills to new heights and enjoy a smoother, more exhilarating skating experience. So, lace up your skates, hit the rink or the streets, and let your well-maintained bearings propel you to skating greatness.

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Merry Christmas 🎄 🎁

- Wes & Ary

@stellylee

While we’re out cruising less frequently during the winter it felt like perfect time for some board maintenance. The Vans waist bag is filled with anything you may need to restock on, bearing cleaner, lubricant, wax, griptape cleaning accessories, etc. Thanks for always being down to come out and skate. More thanks for just being a great friend.

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@docolives

Thanks for all the fun times this year. Even more thanks for helping out with Ary and becoming her favorite instructor this year. As a thank you, we each got you something. Clearly I picked out the unicorn. Haha! For real, I heard you like pink and just sorta went with it. Maybe the sunnies will come in handy on those early morning rides.