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  • Zollschrauben ...


    Da musst Du Dich verlesen oder der Händler sich verschrieben haben, er bietet doch auch auf Ebay die Schrauben zu einem vernünftigen Kurs an, siehe unten


    1/2 " UNC

  • Krümmerbefestigung

    Zitat

    Originally posted by koesti


    Kontaktkorrosion VA in Alu ist praktisch nicht vorhanden... Das festfressen lag immer an der mit der Zeit ramponierten Zinkschicht bei verzinkten Schrauben, dann ist die Schraube sauber festgegammelt...


    VA + Alu......, wird auf lange Sicht eine unlösbare Verbindung :D

  • Warrior

    Das muß nicht, ist aber fast schon Kult :D (ich hab den Größten)


    Außerdem hat die Möhre gerade mal 200km drauf, da geht bestimmt noch was :]

  • nur ein mann würde das versuchen....

    Und das ist der Originaltext, ließt sich, sofern man des Englischen mächtig ist noch um einiges besser :D


    NEVER TOUCHIN' THE TASER AGAIN!


    Last weekend I spied something at the pawn shop that tickled my fancy.
    (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought
    something really cool for my wife. The occasion was our 18th
    anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet
    girl.


    What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Taser gun
    with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product,
    it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to
    incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage
    electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be
    short lived with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but
    allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety.


    You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push
    the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed,
    muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen
    one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too
    cool!


    Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two
    AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
    so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin'
    directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model
    would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do
    love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however,
    and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of
    electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so
    looking forward to. I did so.


    Awesome! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!


    Yipeeeeee! I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet
    to explain to her what that burn spot on the face of her microwave is.


    Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
    couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, etc., etc.


    There I sat in my recliner, my dog looking on intently (trusting little
    soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not the dog) and
    thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and
    blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping the dog for a
    fraction of a second and thought better of it. He is such a sweet pup,
    after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect
    herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work
    as advertised. Am I wrong?


    Was I wrong to think that? It seemed reasonable to me at the time.


    So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my glasses
    perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
    Taser in the other. The directions said that a one-second burst would
    shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to
    cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst
    would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish
    out of water.


    All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5"
    long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and
    loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "No
    friggin' way!"


    Friggin' way - trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.


    What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.


    Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what
    followed. I'm sitting there alone, the dog looking on with his head
    cocked to one side as to say, "Don't do it buddy," reasoning that a
    one-second burst from such! a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all
    that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't
    you agree?).


    I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it.


    (Note: You know a bad decision is like hindsight-- always 20-20. It is
    so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it
    seemed so right at the time. Don't ya just hate that?) I touched the
    prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY*********!


    DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!!


    I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door,
    picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet
    over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
    position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet,
    with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The dog
    was standing over me making sounds I had never heard before, licking my
    face, undoubtedly thinking, "Do it again, do it again!"


    (NOTE: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Taser, one
    note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you
    zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is
    dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
    Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep
    into your thigh like yours truly.)


    SON-OF-A-*****! That hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as
    time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what
    little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My glasses were
    on the TV across the room. How did they get there??? My triceps, right
    thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had
    been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or
    take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.


    By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm
    offering a reward. They're round, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must
    say so myself. Miss 'em; sure would like to get 'em back.