LOL BIKE

[piscamaniac]

Fatter tires require moar power. I had 630-28 racing tires on that one of which I had to respoak these rims, in oarder to accomod8 the 8-speed Nexus hubb, as well as the front hub-integr8ed Shimano generator. There is a long foarmula, for doing this:

You think full suspension doesn't absorb pedaling energy, especially cheap suspension?

 

[Gawn Chippin]

Pedaling energy is absorbed, when the pedals with axle are mounted on the swing arm or when the saddle is sprung. An inanim8 seating position between pedaler and pedals will not divert energy towards alternative directions

 

[Grug Arius]

I used this spoke calculaturd when I laced 11 spd hub back in August

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[Gawn Chippin]

Did you determine this scientific method precise enough for future use or present advising?

I didn't have the proper size tube, for pegging the frame together. They don't use standarded sizes, between brands. The tube needed was to measure at approxim8ly 30.5 millimeters diameter. So what I ended up doing was to find a larger aluminum tube and then to saw it lengthwise. I then clamped it into a vise and measured its diameter, before filing the gap, until I have reached the desired diameter. Using a visegrip, I hammered this tube as far into the frame as possible, befoar sawing the tube further to fit.
Within this aluminum tube, one made of steel has been inserted:

 

[Grug Arius]

Pretty crafty fix, I think I'd use four roll pins and I'd bet that'd hold

 

[Gawn Chippin]

I was contempl8ing having it all welded 2gether and maybe add a brace, in front of the connection first

 

[Gawn Chippin]

For those here of whom share the opinion that I can only build gay bicycles, here's a men bike build of mein.
I once traded a finished bicycle for one that needed fixing up, when I once visited a shop of which sold only used bicycles. This is what I brought hoam:



The only thing of which I kept from it was the frame. After breaking out the silver and red spraycans, I ended up with the following:



The headlamp housings mounted rearwards house a mandated reflector in the one and a taillamp in the other.
I sprayed the rear rim, while it was rotating, myself. That way, the finish wasn't endangered by running paint. The finish ended up smoother than expected.
The headlamp was an antique Bosch of which i estimate to have been manufactured sometime in the 40s. It is mounted stationary to the frame. Therefore, not able to turn with the wheel:

 

[Lord Osmund de Ixabert]

I've grown to be fond of the imperfections of my bicycle which has served me very well for the past several years now. I can see why people have an emotional bond with their horses, motor-cars, and boats once they've used them for many years, especially if they relied on them during periods of struggle and harship. It is not in my nature to go as far as they do with my bicycle, but I now understand the mentality.

I would rather continue to use this old, wobbly, highly imperfect dumpster bicycle than the best new one. When I am riding it at least, it is like it is a part of me now. An extension of my own body, as it were. I put a bit of my own soul into it over time, meseems. Might it be liminally conscious? Perhaps even. Probably why people genderise their boats and automobiles; they feel something of an analogous nature, I reckon.

 

[Gawn Chippin]

Gendering personal posessions is gay

 

[Cole of Them Northwoods]

Cool rat bike, Johnny. Here's mine:

Frame is a 1951 Murray-built Sears J. C. Higgins.

 

[Gawn Chippin]

Here's one of which I caught on digital film. I find it somewhat fruity, though. It was likely intended for Cruising

 

[Lord Osmund de Ixabert]

Dear Mr. J.H.,

Next time you share anything with me, especially if involves any images or videos, be a decent enough chap to ask yourself the following question: Would you share the same thing with a child? I have the innocency and sensitivty level of a newborn baby's mind. Sharing vile things with me is like sharing them with a baby. You may have lost that--Deuce knows how many thousands of hours' worth of pornographic content you have at your fingertips in your personal collection of pornographic video casettes tapes which you no doubt keep locked up in a safe somwhere, to hide your perversions from judging eyes.

But I cannot be fooled. You can't fool people with my level of sensititivity, allied as it is with the ripe mental faculties of a mature adult intelligence, and the general knowledge of a man who is very familiar with the ways of this world. You on the other hand -- you've surely squandered years of your life staring at a colour TV screen, mindlessly jerking yourself off silly to the most revolting acts of sexual perversion ever conveived by the jewish mind. 'Masturbation' is the euphemism, I believe. I call it self-sodomy.

But I have said much more than I anticipated. Adieu; and for the time being I remain, sir,​

Yours cordially,​

LORD IXABERT​

 

[Lord Osmund de Ixabert]

Dear Mr. J.H.,

For the record, lest the above post be thought an overreaction, you just posted a video of what appears to be an anatomically realistic replica of the erect male member. Why is not the videographer repulsed by the grotesque nature of the object? Does not the revulsion override the faint pleasure elicited by whatever humour you might see in it, assuming that you have the bad taste to find it funny? Or perhaps he does not feel any revulsion, just the same two pleasures that you seem to feel aboutit - the pleasure of joking around about it, and the pleasure of looking at it? Perhaps the one may be an excuse for the other, and sharing it publicly is how he assures himself in his own mind that it was all just in good humour, and there's nothing perverted at all about buying a dildo, sodomising yourself with it, and joking around with your redneck buddies about men getting penetrated by it. That doesn't account for the lack of extreme revulsion, which unless you are hopelessly hypersexualised is going to override the pleasure of laughter. Why then are you not too revolted share such a thing with me? Why attend upon such a thing even as a joke? Answer: Hyper-sexualisation. Perversion.​

To be clear, I am no prude. I am personally indifferent to other people's sexuall perversions unless they are harming people other than themselves. More to the point, I do not care a whit, moralistically speaking, about what man or woman does with his own genitals, so long as he is not making it known to me. (Sadly this corrupt world has forced such things into my mind against my volition, and it is my nature to solve intellectually every problem that chaunces to thrust itself into my mind, no matter how disagreeable the task. It is a most regrettable defect of character.) I pass no personal judgment upon you just because I am aware of your perversion. But I do know the correct uses of the genitals, and I can also see hypersexualisation and perversion when it is jarringly manifest to me. It is not improper of me to call things out as I see them.​

You, sir, to be perfectly frank, are a hypersexualised pervert. Quite apart from a person's preferred object of fixation, hypersexualisation is the perversion of perversions, and sadly you are stricken rather badly with that disease. Are you aware? You ought to know this. I hope you do not take that as a personal attack upon your character, for it is not intended to be such. I only want men to strengthen themselves by being aware of how the world has perverted their once pure minds. Auto-sodomy (as I call masturbation and pornography watching) appears to be capable of twisting the mind of any person in any direction of perversion via a process of which might be called auto-sodomistic reinforcement, for want of a better term. Once perverted, the mind, it would appear, can go in any direction of perversion it fancies. Therefore I pass no judment on you or anyone on the basis of the particular flavour of the perversion. All that matters to me is the fact that you are a hypersexualised pervert. Accordingly, whether you want it or not, you have my sincere compassion and sympathy. That is all I have to say on the matter for the time being. If I am so minded I might have more to add. Until then, yours etc.,​

LORD IXABERT.​

 

[Gawn Chippin]

-- you've surely squandered years of your life staring at a colour TV screen, mindlessly jerking yourself off silly to the most revolting acts of sexual perversion ever conveived by the jewish mind...

This is not entirely true. The first television screens of which I have stared at were of the so called "black & white" type

 

[Gawn Chippin]

I once hotrodded an abandoned Brit bicycle, adding 590 centimeter Sachs cast light-alloi rims, a sprung foark, high-rise handle bar and springy saddle:




The luggage carrier has a prrovision for housing a fuel tank:

I need a wide enuff sprung fork of which could accomod8 one of these engines. I might end up constructing a trapeze fork 2 fit:

 

[Lord Osmund de Ixabert]

That looks almost identical to the bike of mine that was stolen about a month ago, minus the seat and the high handle bars, which are greatly improved in the above example. I want a bicycle exactly like that one ideally.

 

[Gawn Chippin]

It can't be. I harvested this one, almost twenty years ago

 

[Lord Osmund de Ixabert]

Your bicycle, however constructed, can "look" like another bicycle; that is certainly something that "can" happen. I should know, as such a bicycle was in "my" possession.

 

[Lord Osmund de Ixabert]

I was not insinuating that you stole the bicycle from me. That would be preposterous.

 

[Gawn Chippin]

Your bicycle, however constructed, can "look" like another bicycle; that is certainly something that "can" happen. I should know, as such a bicycle was in "my" possession.

That sounds to me like an admission to copyright infringement. I choose to overlook this, given that imitation is the highest form of compliment