Last weekend I attempted to jet my RD once again. It was raining so I stuck the ass end out the door and filled the backyard with smoke. The newborn baby next door must have loved me. But just as I thought I was making headway, everything went wonky on me. I have officially given up, and I was ready to sell it, but my buddy
Julian has offered to help in 2 weeks. Julian is a RD master, so if he can't fix it, nobody can!
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I appreciate the censor for buttcrack. Ha.
You can't jet an RD in the garage. Gotta be on the road. Need load on the motor. Stock up on spark plugs.
The throttle seems somehow attached to Luks's ears, they mov in unison;-p
Have you asked your dog? He pops in as soon as it fires. Smelling, listening. I'd bet Snausages he knows exactly what the problem is.
"You can't jet an RD in the garage. Gotta be on the road. Need load on the motor. Stock up on spark plugs."
For idle you can
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