It was impossible to find original jets for my carburettor here in Guanajuato. But carb rebuild kits for smaller displacement motorcycles are plentiful. So I purchased two different, cheap kits. The pilot jet from one of them fit and the main jet from the other kit fit. But they were meant for 125ish cc motorcycles, so the perforations were a bit small. So what's a fellow to do? I took a safety pin and ground it down to a flat, screwdriver like tip. And used it to manually grind the pilot jet opening a little bigger. It did put my patience to the test, but after 20 minutes or so I was done. Using the same rationale, I found that a 3/64 drill bitt fell through my original main jet. So I used one of those to drill open the generic main jet that came in the second kit, leaving it a little tighter than original. And tada, now she runs even stronger than before.
I am pretty much the only one I've heard of who has gone down in jet sizes for the Savage. More so since my exhaust is open (except for the perpendicular washer) and I have a free flow air filter. I guess it's because of Guanajuato's high altitude.
So drill 'em open. I'd recommend saving the original jets with their original perforations though, just in case.
Burzum is one of my buddy Alex's biggest inspirations. So yesterday with some time to kill as I had a cup of coffee at Starbucks, I figured I'd google Burzum. See what he's up to.
The regular readers of this blog will know that I am a sucker for Metal. And even though I've never understood how on earth anyone could enjoy listening to black metal, the original Scandinavian Black Metal artists did have one kick-ass attitude and aesthetic. And of the early 90's acts, most would agree that Burzum is one of the most captivating. But to my surprise, a Norton ConnectSafe ad appeared, explaining that Burzum's official webpage - burzum.org - is "not allowed", because the "website is categorized as Hate".
I am not even going to bother making a case supporting or denying that burzum.org is a webpage of "Hate". I'm just going to say: thank you, Starbucks and Norton, for using your "web content filtering policy" to keep me safe from "Hate".
I took a little ride today, to the Cristo Rey monument at the Cubilete mountains in Silao. Although a major tourist attraction in Guanajuato, after 11 years in the country this was my first visit there. And it was a mighty fine ride. I turned off the interstate by El Capulín, right newt to GM's huge assembly complex in Silao. A really twisty, cobblestoned climb that was not fast, but at least faster than all the poor automobile-borne suckers I passed on the way up. The mountaintop that holds the Cristo Rey statue measures 2,700 meters (8,900 ft) over sea level. But I've heard that it's actually not the highest top in the Cubilete mountains.
Well at the top I spent my time walking around, taking a couple of photos for you guys, and having photos taken of me by women pretending to be taking photos of the view. I listened to the ceremony with one ear as I had a cup of coffee and a couple of cigarettes by the parking lot / vantage point. A couple of fellow motorcyclists showed up. One couple on a Goldwing, another couple on a R1200GS. State of the art motorcycles: aluminum luggage, big comfy seats. The couple on the BMW even had intercoms in their helmets to communicate, I guess they didn't like raising their voices. As they accomodated not one, but two smartphones in their respective holder behind the windshield I thought about how blessed I am to have my little simple Suzuki thumper. I bet my ride was noisier, faster and funnier than the couples on Goldwings and R1200Gs's. And whoever came up with the idea that a chest pocket isn't good enough a place to carry a cellphone anyways?
I also made another reflection: all of the added flair to their motorcycles came in the form of purchased pre-designed accesories. They had an aftermarket skid-plate. I made mine. They had a nice headlight guard (the shape of the R1200Gs's headlight's a bit funny). I made mine. They had fancy, brand, aluminum luggage (top case and side cases) and rack. I made my rack out of a rusty piece of iron that I bent to shape and then hung a cool portfolio off of it. Big comfy seats? I made mine. My wiring harness doesn't have usb ports and porta-iPhones, but I made that myself too. Maybe it is silly, but I take pride in my own hand made solutions. And they do distinguish my bike from the rest. They are also custom designed and custom made, in accordance with my aesthetic preferences, engineering philosophy and abilities as a craftsman. My little lady is literally a one of a kind. I wouldn't have traded her for either of these bikes.
After my coffee and my cigarettes, I pointed the headlights back toward Guanajuato. But this time around north over the mountains. This way you enter Guanajuato by the Valenciana mine, and man, that is one brilliant motorcycle road. Still cobblestoned, but with some cement in between stones, so a lot less bumpy. Flat enough to let you open the throttle between the many sharp bends. Green mountainous landscape and a couple of minor villages to pass through on this, allegedly 27 km ride. The heel of my boot scraped the road in a couple of turns, when I got a bit emotional with the throttle.
But let's be frank here. Is there any country in the world where blacks are doing better than in Sweden? Maybe Norway if you want to be all anal about it, but you get what I'm saying. I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and claim that blacks in Sweden are doing better, on average, than blacks in for example Nigeria. Actually, I believe they do better than blacks anywhere in Africa. I'd even bet my bottom, uhm peso, that a black person (btw why do they keep calling a person a "body" in this commercial?) is on average doing better in any western country than any African country. Pretty much. Do I even need to try to prove this? Didn't think so, it would be a wasted effort.
"Pain, Anger, Fear, Dispair - we live with it. Every single day." reads the opening line of the commercial. In Sweden? Really? Are you sure? I am too busy (lazy) to compare black on black crime rates, black on white crime rates, white on black crime rates, deadly police shootings by race, etc. and will just keep it simple: this is whining and nothing else. Whiny enough to take center stage on the Swedish whiny party's agenda of non-issues. My point with all of this is - BLM supporters, please do not appear in public with ulbator wear. It would be damaging to our brand. ulbator is not for pussies!
P.S. I get a bit tired when I hear about failed "integration", sense of not "belonging", "suffering" in a new society and such. I have been an immigrant for eleven full years and counting. And let me tell you, I will never be completely "integrated". I will never "belong". Don't get me wrong. I am treated well. It is uncommon that anyone expresses utter discomfort by my presence (that happens too of course, part of the bargain). But I am still a walking zoo. I am not considered a fully integrated part of society. I do not have the rights of a legal citizen. I am still a stranger. And I am ok with it. Take it from a real live immigrant: integration is a myth. So quit whining.
Not for Pussies!