So m10 x 1.25?
Not m10 x 1.5? - is the one I tried putting on.
Potentially my local ace hardware is super expensive for some reason and McMaster Carr is like 45 min away so I prefer hardware from McMaster Carr
Interesting Iāve only ever seen m10 x 1.5 on boards
Itās m10x1.0
This is true. Having never really been part of the skateboarding culture (I took it up in my 40ās) I am truly impressed at the inclusivity and acceptance the group shows.
Iām sorry that we werenāt able to help Tech.Shit more but Iām relieved that I donāt have to pause before hitting the post button and think about whether Iāve left myself open for attack.
Ironically the culture of inclusivity and empathy were the primary reasons he was able to stay for so long. I helped him as much as I could stand. He was given far more opportunity to change his behavior than I would have given any neurotypical. It makes me sad that he seems unable to grow as a person.
However, moving forward, far less chances will be given for anyone behaving like that. From now on, there will be no strike three on that nonsense. People will be given exactly one chance to modify their behavior where that is concerned.
Can we go back to titles being given instead of chosenĀæ
Thank you Evwan!!
It was my honour today to be the only person there for a stranger in need.
On my way to my work, having taken no less than 3 direction changes in as many minutes to a different route based only on gut feel, it was rainy, I had wet weather gear (on e-bike) and didnāt need to cut the ride short, wasnāt sure why at the time but I trust my gut⦠As I cross a highway overpass, thereās a lady watching the traffic below⦠Iād normally not even look back⦠itās a rainy day⦠thereās better places for moody reflection⦠head check⦠yep, shes climbingā¦
Fuckā¦
Long story shorter than it could be, 10 long minutes later she was on the right side of the bridge⦠nobody else there, no cars stopped⦠just the words I had to give her⦠Which were nowhere near enough to help her for more than this instant. I offered her my number for a stranger to chat to.
Thereās a 15 minute section of my life and soul sheās carved out, she canāt possibly know the effect that will have and neither can I in the reverse, I hope she can find the strength to go forward, to find the resilience to know that it wonāt matter eventually, I hope she lives long enough to remember that a stranger cares
Moving this from the bitching thread. My brotherās should is fractured, but not too bad. Nothing is severed, just cracked so no surgery. His board has been at my house for a couple weeks so I decided to give him some upgrades .
First is the bull bar upgrade. The blue balls really flow with the theme of the board. We named his board āBlue Chewā a couple months ago anyways so this is extremely fitting.
Sometimes you have to make an obvious prank to hide a slightly less noticable one. These custom valve caps match the hub color perfectly. His eyesight isnāt so great and he refuses to wear glasses so Iām hoping this goes unnoticed for a bit after the bullbar shock.
Simply beautiful
And for the grand finale, credit to @Pecos for this idea, letās unleash the crickets. The battery is supposed to last 4 months and it chirps every 4 to 6 minutes.
Iām not a complete piece of shit, heās my brother and I love him so made some positive changes too. Magnets were coming loose on one of his motors. I had an extra so swapped it out and reprogrammed for him. Also put in new thrust bearings and hardware. Cleaned the shit out of his board and put new grease on the gears.
Hope he loves the upgrades!
Next build: āCrickets and Dicketsā
Beautiful work here
24 years ago, I lost this same Model of Leatherman Multitool.
Mine was pretty beat up. Well used, t it raveled the world with me, was pocket polished. I later concluded I must have left it on my Vanās bumper and drove off, in 2001. I was kind of bummed, and had spent a long time looking for it.
The one above was resting on the rail of where Fiona and I cruise every day.
I decided if no one came to claim it before I left, I would commandeer it, clean and oil it, keep it on Fionaās chariot, and ask the regular fisherman I see there if they lost something.
The wind died.
The mosquitoes came out.
Time to bail.
On the way out I see somebody I donāt recognize, walking very purposefully our way.
He knew Fionaās name. She is kind of famous in this neighborhood.
I handed him his leatherman with an admonsihment to clean out the salt and sand and to oil it. He was relieved to have it back.