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Needed to fix an inoperative scroll wheel so I had to disassemble my camera to be able to spray some dust out of the optical pickup. There were a few interesting moments where i wasn't quite sure if i was going to break it or not. All is ok though and it has been operating for the last 3 months without any further issues. It took the removal of 37 screws to get to this point though and if you are not experienced in component disassembly then I would send it to a repair centre for this type of fix.
One might think that the householder is up the ladder; if so it is unusual for him to be wearing a hard hat.
As a car guy and contemporary mechanic, I must refer to old text and manuals when I do any type of repairs to my old Plymouth. Seen here is one of my die-cast models of my favourite all time cars -the 1957-1959 Plymouths and a guide to "home repairs".
This house in Florence, S.C., is at the corner of Pine and Gaillard. The structure is sound, but the details need a little work.
LAB color: Pulled in the A and B channels 10 percent. Tweaked Lightness channel slightly and sharpened in Lightness.
Tomorrow, God willing (will be a crazy day), I'll reveal what, exactly, we're looking at here. Let's just say Hubby & I were ready to bank the house on this baby, so to speak.
Fix A Flat, Car Tire Puncture Seal and Inflate 8/2014 by Mike Mozart of TheToyChannel and JeepersMedia on YouTube
A disabled games enthusiast from Cheshire is promoting para-sports, with the hope of getting both disabled and non-disabled people taking part together.
Her story was broadcast on ITV Granada Reports on Thursday 7th November 2013.
Middlewich Fixer Amy Hutchinson was born with spina bifida, and is paralysed from the waist down and wheelchair dependent.
She credits her PE teacher at school for getting her into sport and says being involved in a team has given her a sense of belonging.
For more info, interviews etc contact communications@fixers.org.uk call 01962810970. Please credit Fixers when using this image.
Photos by Robert Prieto Words by Corey Gardner
A day that did not see us reaching our original destination began with a classic J. Michael moment. Jennifer and I arrived at Robby’s house a few minutes after the agreed upon 8 a.m. start, to be greeted by a dreary eyed Robby. Despite his tousled, bed-headed appearance, he was ready to go, so we unloaded our bikes, Jennifer’s single speed Dawes and my fixed gear Pure Fix.
“Hey Robby, Jennifer wants to make a bet on how many flats Michael gets.”
“At least 7, maybe 100.”
Ding
Jennifer checked her phone for an incoming message from Michael.
“Gonna drive, had some bike repairs. Be a little late.”
Attached was a picture of twice patched tube.
But despite his warning, Michael arrived only 15 minutes late, so we quickly assembled to get to the St. Andrews State Park “Wild Edibles” lecture on time. Michael unloaded his Surley with two racks and panniers from his creepy white cargo van while Robby changed shirts to match my orange and black Hawaiian shirt’s cool factor.
At last, after Michael tested his newly patched “spare” tube, we set off, heading into the climbing sun and hitting Thomas drive, picking up a little speed with the eagerness of a new journey. Robby shot past the group, and with what would be a theme of the day, Michael kicked to catch up. All of a sudden, Michael’s back wheel locked up in the middle of Thomas Drive, a fish-tailing, smoke spewing skid ensuing. Had he given up on beating Robby and locked his brakes in protest? No, his panniers, loosely dangling from his rack, had caught in his rear wheel, locking it up. Having gone past him, I glanced back to see him righting the situation, not off on the shoulder, but right in the middle of the lane. Cars are trying to go past? Michael was oblivious.
After Robby tried to get a couple’s rate at the entrance to the park for him and Michael, and some misdirection from the clueless park staff, we wound our way at last to the pier where registration for the free events of the day was taking place. We all got Dunkin coffee and donuts from the overly-aggressive coffee pouring senior citizen volunteer (Do you want coffee? Maybe in a second. So you want coffee? Decaf or Regular?!).
We waited a bit, munching on donuts (yes we got seconds, yes it counts a fuel for the ride we’d yet to truly begin), before embarking on a winding 20 minute trailer-tram ride through the park to our edibles talk, which ended up taking place about half a mile from where we’d started. Government efficiency.
A spunky old lady park ranger with an unnatural affection for edible bugs gave a rousing 30 minute presentation on the types of bugs you can and cannot eat, and how they’re better in every way (but flavor, but who cares about that?) than beef. Robby especially enjoyed the giant grasshopper he got to crunch on and taste for the next half-hour, and Michael was so inspired that he immediately began planning a bug-based life after several questions and a follow-on, one-on-one talk with the ranger.
Fueled by only crickets and mealworms, and a thousand calories of donuts, we hit the road heading west on Thomas towards Houndfest at the Idyll Hounds Brewery. We had to stop at Robby’s so he could swap out bikes and ditch some un-needed gear. He did bring along his bluetooth speakers though, so we rolled out around 11 to embark on the main journey. With CCR’s Ramble Tamble blasting out “Move, down the road I go”. For 10 seconds. The speakers died immediately. But that 10 seconds of rock had gotten our spirits high, so off we went.
Jennifer and I held up the pace, but Robby punctuated the ride with skids in the dirty shoulders of the road, sprints far ahead to beat segments, and slowing to chat. This would be the pattern for the next several hours. For his part, Michael took great pleasure in riding his Surly with off-road 38s, riding in the grass and gravel at every opportunity, and chasing Robby in his mad-dash sprints. Bless his heart, Michael really did try to keep up with Robby.
Around lunch time we cruised up to Pho Pier 77, where one by one, Michael, Jennifer and I all agree on the pho bowl with all types of beef, including tripe, which we’d never had. All of us got delicious spring rolls, and I wished we’d gotten seconds. Michael and I got the large bowl of pho, which was way too much to finish in one sitting, so Michael slowly spooned half a cup or so into his thermos for later, refusing the waitress’ offer of a funnel. Classic Michael.
By this time we were almost to Back Beach Road, so we made a pit stop at the CVS at the joining of Front and Back Beach. Robby decided to buy a 4 pack of beer to split, but realized he’d lost his ID as he tried to pay. After a lengthy search, Jennifer went in to buy the beer, and she got a stern warning that she wouldn’t be able to buy beer next time if Robby was present without his ID. The cashier was sure that Robby was underage due to his sparse beard and baby face.
We took the beer to Camp Helen to drink in the shade on Lake Powell, where Michael, not quite full from his pho, as it turns out, snagged and ate a poor ant. That 0.1 calories probably made all the difference. Camp Helen was actually hosting a Fall Festival with a pumpkin patch and more, so we checked it out. Jennifer and Michael played a quick game of Tic-Tac-Toe to stalemate while Robby and I looked on. Robby declared that he wanted to play Jennifer, certain he could win after studying the game intently. Their game kicked off, Robby focused like a laser on his moves, while Jennifer crushed him, his blinders keeping him from seeing her own moves. I was told to redact his loss from the story, but I must tell the truth. They had a re-match that Robby won, but the general consensus is that Jennifer may have let him win to salve his wounded pride.
It was too late by now to make it to Houndfest with any time left to enjoy the festival, so we made contact with Robby’s girlfriend Katie and met her in Rosemary Beach on 30a for coffee and beer at Amavida, where we also met up with Minh, who tolerated our presence for 15 or 20 minutes before zooming away to finish his ride.
The ride back home was a swift affair past standstill traffic on Front Beach, due to the Pirate Fest no doubt, marked only by our stop at Dippin Dots for cups of dippin dots that never seemed to end (get the small cup, trust me). Robby and Michael occupied themselves on the stately ride back by more sprints, skids, and off-road legs, lit only by brake lights and neon signs (and Michael’s car headlight-bright light). Don’t look back if he’s behind you at night is what I’m saying.
We made it back to Robby’s and collapsed on the porch for a bit, uploading to Strava and checking segment results while Owlet prowled around and kneaded dough on Michaels chest, flirting with his beard all the while. Realizing we hadn’t had dinner, we climbed back on the bikes for a short ride over to Off the Hook for cheap Rolling Rock and hot dogs. And with talk of the next camping ride, and Michael’s plan to live in his dad’s old hunting trailer, parked in the yard of an older lady friend (paying rent with his body, perhaps) we all went our separate ways, tired but happy in having spent a day in riding, friendship, and laughs. And not one flat for J. Micheal.
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
This took quite some time, given the awkward angles of the site. At the point of the cabin being raised, it swung dangerously and the forklift truck driver was alarmed. We all were.
A Fixer, who grew up worrying about her mother’s binge drinking, is showing the emotional pain it can cause children.
Her story was broadcast on ITV News Central on Thursday 6th March.
Seventeen-year-old Fixer ‘Daisy’, whose real name has not been used, endured many sleepless nights coping with her mum’s alcohol problem.
‘She didn’t drink every night and every day. It was just that when she did go drinking, she’d come back very, very drunk,’ Daisy explains.
‘She would say she’d be back at about 12, but wouldn’t be home until 2, 3 or 4 in the morning.
‘It happened over and over again. I’d put her to bed and wouldn’t go myself until I knew she was asleep.
‘As a teenager, I didn’t think of it as my mum having an illness. I just thought she was abandoning me. I felt very alone.’
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Fixers at the North East Autism Society in Newton Aycliffe creat an A to Z of issues relating to autism.
One of the problems with my old MacBook Pro was the unresponsive keyboard/trackpad due to the improper installation of the flex cable in the manufacturing process. This is a common problem with old MacBook Pros.
Apple Store quoted me $400-1,000 for the fix, so I decided to fix this by myself. The replacement cable was just $20.
After the fix, my old MacBook Pro runs flawlessly :-)
Alles ist möglich – am Anfang ahnst du noch nicht, wie es am Ende aussehen wird – sozusagen die ultimative Aus-dem-Bauch-Kreation für in den Bauch [wenn er schon knurrt, ist fix entscheidender als flex . . . man muss auch mal Prioritäten setzen . . .
20180214_163049 Copyright © VW Selburn 2018: I've placed the wall hook inside the fixing the actual way it will hang the mirror to demonstrate how I have hung my mirrors. It was not too difficult to do. You can see my pencil mark below the fixing bar. For heavy mirrors or large pictures with glass fronts I would recommend using these fixings because with care it is easy to affix them to a wall exactly level if you have a large (long) spirit level to align the screw holes. This is especially useful when hanging two identically sized pictures side by side. Trying to hang two pictures exactly level side by side when they have fixings of ring hooks and wire hanging string on the back of them is much more difficult. I have done it and they were level enough but not exact - and of course they moved. After using these mirror fixings I will never use string again for large pictures or mirrors. This type of metal fixing ensures that once level the pictures or mirrors will not move.
Two AH-1Z's with Marine Light Attack Helicopter Squadron (HMLA) 169, Marine Aircraft Group (MAG) 39, 3rd Marine Aircraft Wing (MAW), move into formation over Marine Corps Air Station Camp Pendleton, Calif., during a training exercise, Feb 15. In a dynamic display of strength, MAG-39, launched more than 82 attack, utility and assault support aircraft. MAG-39 aircrews taxied and launched their aircraft with a precision akin to that displayed during close order drill. Over the course of several hours, more than 100 aircraft from MAG-13 and MAG-39 took to the skies over Southern California, proving 3rd MAW's capability to Fix, Fly, Fight and, when needed advance at a moment's notice. (U.S. Marine Corps photo Lance Cpl. Levi J. Guerra)