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something that everyone on here will want to and should read…?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by iluvthejonasbrotherssomuch: something that everyone on here will want to and should read…?
“The Room.”
Page 1
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.”
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived….
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him… Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. A
Best answer:
Answer by Club Sandwich
Sorry, that was too long for me.
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Content to….Do you know the Gospel?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by gtahvfaith: Content to….Do you know the Gospel?
A TEENAGER’S VIEW OF HEAVEN
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. “I wowed ‘em,” he later told his father, Bruce. “It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever wrote..” It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. “I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven. I know I’ll see him.”
Brian’s Essay: The Room…
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at .” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched”, I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”-Phil. 4:13 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My “People I shared the gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours?
IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
You don’t have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?
Best answer:
Answer by rhonda c
Yes, I know the gospel. That’s very touching…….it’s been around a long time.
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Just thought i’d post this. Read it, think about it.?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by PrincessLaura: Just thought i’d post this. Read it, think about it.?
A Teenager’s View of Heaven
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a
class. The subject was what Heaven was like. “I wowed ‘em,” he later told his father, Bruce. “It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever wrote..” It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was
driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. “I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven.. I know I’ll see him.”
Brian’s Essay:
The Room…
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the
room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for
my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look
over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have
betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at .” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than
I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched”, I realized
the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run
through my body.
I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and
drew out a card.
I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost
animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.
I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as
steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning
my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel
With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt.
They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched
helplessly as He began to open
Best answer:
Answer by bongernet
The story was plagiarized. Little Brian was a liar and a cheat.
Remember, “god” is nothing more than a nonsense word created by man to explain away all of the things we can’t yet understand.
Religion is a disease of the mind, born of fear, which has done nothing but bring untold misery down upon the human race.
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Bill Clinton Joke 4 you! If you like it will you Starr it?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by shayeshayeshaye: Bill Clinton Joke 4 you! If you like it will you Starr it?
Bill Clinton dies & goes to hell. Satan is giving him a VIP tour, showing him his options for spending eternity.
They come to a room marked “Hitler.” Inside is Eva Braun, torturing Adolf Hitler with red-hot irons. Every time Hitler tries to escape, Eva applies another iron. “I can’t spend eternity like that,” says Clinton. “Show me something else.”
Satan takes him to another room marked “Jack the Ripper.”
Inside are 3 mutilated prostitutes, stretching Jack on the rack. Every time Jack screams, the whores turn the wheel a little more. “I can’t spend eternity like that, either,” says Clinton. “Show me something better.”
Satan takes Bill to the last door. Inside, Kenneth Starr is being held up to the wall with chains around his wrists. At his groin is Monica Lewinsky giving him oral sex. Bill smiles. “Yes!” he shouts, “that’s for me.”
Satan smirks & says “Good choice, Mr. President.”
He looks down at Monica and says…”You can get up now, Honey. We’ve finally found your replacement!”
Best answer:
Answer by Danny
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
so funny milk just came out of my nose!
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The Room !!!?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by Sangy .: The Room !!!?
The Room
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a
class. The subject was what Heaven was like. “I wowed ‘em,” he later told
his father, Bruce. “It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever
wrote.” It also was the last.
Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while
cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had
been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his
life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.
Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering
Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s
life. But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized
that their son had described his view of heaven. “It makes such an impact
that people want to share it. You feel like you are there.” Mr. Moore said.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving
home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in
Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck
unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think
we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of
the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life
after death. “I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven.I know I’ll see
him.”
Brian’s Essay: The Room…
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list
titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which
stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction,
had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and
began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that
I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I
knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my
life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a
detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled
with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird “Books I Have Read,”
“Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.” Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my
brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”,
“Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could
it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched”, I realized the
files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet
after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it,
shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew
that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size
and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane
frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the
floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out
a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my
forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.”
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled
on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my
hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They
started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I
cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file
shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the
tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as
He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His
response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read
every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He
looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger
me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things.
But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of
the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say
was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the
card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think
I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it
seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up,
and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were
still cards to be written.
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”-Phil. 4:13 “For God
so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him
shall not perish but have eternal life.” If you feel the same way forward it
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My “People I shared the
gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours?
You don’t have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did
or not, but you will know and so will He.
Best answer:
Answer by Keltasia
yawn….
way too long to bother reading
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91 92 93 94 95 96 corolla timing belt replacement?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by Desi: 91 92 93 94 95 96 corolla timing belt replacement?
4A-FE and 7A-FE Engines
Disconnect the negative battery cable.
Remove the right splash shield from under the car.
Remove the RH front wheel. Lower the vehicle.
Depending on equipment, loosen the air conditioner compressor, the power steering pump and the alternator on their adjusting bolts. Remove the drive belts.
Disconnect the harness from the ground wire on the RH fender apron.
remove the through bolt at the right engine mount.
Remove the water pump pulley.
Remove the valve covers.
Rotate the crankshaft clockwise and set the engine to TDC/compression on No. 1 cylinder. Align the crankshaft marks at zero; look through the oil filler hole and make sure the small hole in the end of the camshaft can be seen.
Remove the bolts retaining the No. 3 and No. 2 timing belt covers.
Remove the crankshaft pulley.
Remove the three bolts retaining the (No. 1) lower timing belt cover. Separate the cover from the front of the engine. Remove the timing belt guide.
Loosen the mounting bolt of the idler pulley and shift it to the left as far as it will go, then temporarily tighten it. Remove the timing belt.
Remove the idler pulley and tension spring.
To remove the crankshaft pulley, hold the hexagonal head wrench portion of the camshaft with a wrench, then remove the bolt and timing pulley.
To install:
Check the idler pulley by holding it in your hand and spinning it. It should rotate freely and quietly. Any sign of grinding or abnormal noise indicates the pulley should be replaced.
Check the free length of the tension spring. Correct length is on 4A-FE engine; 1.453 inch. (36.9mm) and 7A-FE engine; 1.252 inch (31.8mm) measured at the inside faces of the hooks. A spring which has stretched during use will not apply the correct tension to the pulley; replace the spring.
On the 4A-FE engine do the following:
Align the camshaft knock pin with the knock pin groove on the pulley side with the K mark, the slide on the timing pulley.
Align the camshaft knock pin with the knock pin groove of the pulley, and slide on the pulley.
Temporarily install the timing pulley bolt. Hold the hexagonal wrench head portion of the camshaft with a wrench, then tighten the timing pulley bolt to 43 ft. lbs. (59 Nm).
Install the crankshaft pulley. Align the pulley set key with the groove of the pulley. Slide on the timing pulley, facing the flange side inwards.
Temporarilly install the idler pulley and tension spring. Install the idler pulley with the bolt. Do not tighten the bolt yet. Install the tension spring. Push the pulley toward the left as far as it will go and tighten the bolt.
Set the No. 1 cylinder to TDC of the compression stroke. Turn the hexagonal wrench head portion of the camshaft, and align the hole of the camshaft timing pulley with the timing mark of the bearing cap. Using the crankshaft pulley bolt, turn the crankshaft and position the key groove of the crankshaft timing pulley upward.
Install the timing belt on the crankshaft timing pulley. Attach the belt guide, facing the cup side outward.
Install the No. 1 timing cover and tighten the mounting bolts to 65 inch lbs. (7 Nm).
Temporoily install the crankshaft pulley, and align its groove with the timing mark “0″ of the No. 1 timing belt cover.
Check the valve timing and timing belt tension. Remove the grommet and loosen the timing belt idler pulley mounting bolt.
Turn the crankshaft pulley 2 revolutions clockwise from TDC to TDC.
Check that each pulley aligns with the marks as shown in the illustration. If the timing marks do not align, remove the timing belt and reinstall it. Tighten the timing belt idler mounting bolt to 27 ft. lbs. (37 Nm). Install the grommet and the No. 1 timing belt cover.
Measure the timing belt deflection at the SIDE point, looking for 0.20-0.24 inch (5-6mm
I posted it wrong and it should have been Answer not Question. Anyway just trying to help out folks. Beware of internet downloads and misleading info from other people..
Best answer:
Answer by tercir2006
I take it your question is “Are we impressed with your knowledge?”
Yeah, I am. WOW! You’re great.
Good luck.
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Has anyone fought a California speeding ticket VC 22350?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by Ratchy: Has anyone fought a California speeding ticket VC 22350?
Okay, I already know many of you are tempted to write, “you did the crime, now pay the fine and take traffic school” or something similar, however, what I want to know is if anyone has personally fought a VC 22350 speeding ticket and, if you would be so kind, provide some facts you presented and the final verdict in the case.
Obviously, I received a speeding ticket and would be curious to know my chances if I challenged it. There is a lot of information, and I’m sure misinformation on the web, so I’m looking for real world experiences.
Some further information for reference.
VC 22350 states:
No person shall drive a vehicle upon a highway at a speed greater than is reasonable or prudent having due regard for weather, visibility, the traffic on, and the surface and width of, the highway, and in no event at a speed which endangers the safety of persons or property.
My personal facts are this:
This is my first traffic violation in 18 years and my first ever in California.
I was clocked via Laser by a City Police officer doing 64 MPH in a 45 MPH zone.
The road was a 4 lane, straight, tree lined stretch of road (not freeway and not a local road).
The nearest car to me was approx. a half mile in front of me, traffic was light (although officer marked “medium”).
I did not pass any vehicles.
There were no pedestrians present and no walkway on either side of the road.
The weather was clear, the street was dry, it was daylight and visibility was well over a mile.
I have not yet requested an Engineering and Traffic Survey, but likely will.
Thanks, in advance for any info you share.
@Bruce: I am not attempting to justify anything, I am simply stating the facts as they relate to the case, be they relevant and admissible or not.
@
The main reason I asked this question was because I am looking for “real world” stories of people who have personally fought this not using the speed trap defense.
Assuming the posted limits are within legal tolerance levels then they are assumed to be the safe speed, so does that mean, as “Bruce” infers, that simply traveling faster than the posted speed limit is the end of story?
As a side note, I do think the officer purposely marked the flow of traffic as Medium to make defense of the citation easier, but
@John S: Thanks for responding, but VC 22349 states that the 55 MPH limit only applies to “two-lane, undivided highways…with not more than one through lane of travel in each direction,” however this was a four-lane undivided highway with two through lanes of travel in both directions that are not passing lanes.
Based on that, I can not be charged under 22349.
Best answer:
Answer by Bruce
Nothing you said is a valid defense. It seems you are trying to justify your actions, and not defend them. Of all the personal facts you listed, they will only be interested in one: the posted 45 limit.
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Fergie hasn’t a clue when it comes to keepers?
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I’m a big Man U fan (obviously I am extremely handsome and highly intelligent. What all would I be?) But even I have to admit Fergie cannot evaluate keepers. Apart from Schimiecal and at a stretch Van Der Sar he always gets it wrong.
Massimo “hole in my gloves” Taibi anyone?
Mark “I can’t kick” Bosnich
Fabian “I don’t like Henry” Bartez
Thomas “Flapper” Kuzak
And now he claims Foster will be England number one!!! He’s S**T!!
Anyone agree?
Oh I forgot to add Roy “It didn’t cross the line” Carrol
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Lol good names, and I agree he doesn’t seem to know what a good goalkeeper is..we’re gunna be in crisis in goal when VDS retires, i just know it.
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Constabulary Survey: Do your local police take themselves a bit too seriously?
Posted by: | CommentsQuestion by C Man: Constabulary Survey: Do your local police take themselves a bit too seriously?
I own a stretched Dodge dually pickup and refused to try to cram it into a parking space clearly marked “compact only” and the traffic cop threatened to arrest me in front of my kids and take me to jail for not parking where he told me to.
Welcome to Bonner Springs, Kansas…. your tax dollars hard at work!!! LOL
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Answer by bwmorency #3
Actually they are very laid back.
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