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Haterade by da gallon!
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From: Valdosta GA
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its still badass
Haterade by da gallon!
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From: Valdosta GA
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NisTuner
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From: Cleveland, Ohio
Well I think we've figured out one of the main running issues with my car. Seems that the Fuel Pressure Regulator isn't working too well. It'll build pressure to about 40psi, then immediately drop to 20, or just quickly bleed back down to 0. We crimped the line after the pressure regulator and then it built like 45 psi or more. I forget how much exactly, but it was way higher than normal. Released the line then it dropped to 20 and sat there. Sometimes it bleeds off and others it doesn't. Also when running my Fuel Pressure gauge is bouncing all around 35-40psi. I don't have a vacuum line on my regulator.
Anyway do you guys have any good Rising Rate or Adjustable Fuel Pressure Regulators you recommend? I figure I might as well just buy one now instead of a replacement stock regulator.
Anyway do you guys have any good Rising Rate or Adjustable Fuel Pressure Regulators you recommend? I figure I might as well just buy one now instead of a replacement stock regulator.
Ruff Ryder
Joined: Sep 2005
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From: palm desert
Ruff Ryder
Joined: Sep 2005
Posts: 6,140
From: palm desert
raced a Harley the other day, and after some really hard riding I finally managed to pass the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really, twisting sections of Mountain road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. Three corners later, I was on his tail. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.
My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant, I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.
But now I was in the lead, and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the mountain, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedalled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh, as well. They really make a great bicycle.
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. Three corners later, I was on his tail. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.
My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant, I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.
But now I was in the lead, and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the mountain, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedalled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh, as well. They really make a great bicycle.
