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Pit bull is a term used in the United States for a type of dog descended from bulldogs and terriers, while in other countries such as the United Kingdom the term is used as an abbreviation of the American Pit Bull Terrier breed. The term was first used in 1927.
【タイヤ】USメーカーの欲しいタイヤ選。
ホイールバラしてメンテしてると、 どうしてもニュータイヤが欲しくなるのは僕だけではないハズ。
ということで今回は、僕の物欲の対象になっている製品をいくつか紹介します。
タイヤは重要
RCクローラーの特にロッククローリング時には、タイヤの性能が最も重要なパーツだと感じています。
更に、グリップとインナーフォームのバランスが特に大事なんだと、最近分かってきたような気がします。
もちろんテクニックでカバー出来る部分もあるけれど、タイヤが路面にグリップしてる姿って言うのはとても美しく、見ていて鼻の穴が大きくなる事も度々。
僕の嗜好としては、ロッククローリングメインなので、スケール感のある外径100mm前後のサイズ感や1.5インチではなくて、迷わず1.9インチの外径120mmをチョイスすることになります。
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PIT-BULL attack
Against my better judgment, i undergo the pain of typing this to you as you will comprehend later in the story. The day warmed up nicely as the sun shone and the world was happy so, I opted to walk to pick up the nieta from school. On my way, I reconned the pecan trees, underneath from which we were going to harvest a fresh crops on our way home. Although I had forgotten my glasses, the celephone showed the time was 3:37pm; I was making good time. Nearing the school, the two chihuahuas barked after me, as they do every day and I ignored them, as I do every day until they went back home. Then, I noticed, two houses ahead, something new. A pit-bull dog staring at me with the blood-lust glare and his every muscle flexed in his ready to kill posture. My instinct told me, as I continued my quick pace, that ignoring this one was hardly going to work and my eyes strained to see if there was, hopefully, a leash or tether of some sort securing the apparently vicious beast. Far off in the driveway, I could make out the head of a man cleaning the cab of the backed-in pickup truck, in front of which the dog stood preparing to make his kill. I faced in the direction of my walk without showing fear or slowing my gate but, my focus, out of the edge of my vision, was on the threat. Without so much as a flinch, the dog exploded into movement towards me, making a low guttural rumble in his throat that came out of hell and in less than a second he reduce the distance between us to half. Without time to think I yelled "HEY" in an attempt to startle the advancing demon. The sound that shattered the still sunny air was unfamiliar to me and was something more of lion's roar warning against any approach. Without thinking I moved faster toward my attacker, crouching down with my right arm shielding me, as the monster leaped into the air towards my face. It was hardy a dog at all but, a conglomeration of teeth and anger propelled by a huge mass of bulky muscle.My mind had shut down and my instincts had taken over, as my body did things I out of my control and yet, I was doing those things; like stopping my feet from walking but, permitting my forward motion. . . like visualizing the mid-flight demonic-possessed dog's eyes focused on my throat, in slow motion . . . . . . like pulling back my right to expose my neck to his attack . . .. . . like forming a fist with my right hand and striking, suddenly and with perfect timing, the dog's left jaw with the full force of my weigh and momentum.I believe it is called a "right cross" though I lack any training or interest in the fighting skills.With sharp "YIPE" the dog's body was set to spinning, missing making any contact with my body except that with my clenched right fist, as I resumed my walking pace leaning slightly left for following through with the punch.The yipe was interrupted by a dull thud sound of a heavy body involuntarily contacting the hard dry south Texas dirt. I was continuing my pace when the dog's human poked his head up over the SUV parked next to the pickup and yelled for his dog.A quick glance back reminded me that the poor pathetic creature laying on its back had, at one time, long ago, posed a threat to me but, for now, MY focus was on this irresponsible tattooed waste of human flesh that dares allow such a dangerous animal be loose in a school zone.The entire event took up less than three second though it seemed like forever at the duration. At the hospital, I relayed this story to the daughter & nieta.When we were alone, the nieta said "Coocoo, that story is so cool. You should post it on facebook & tumblr so people can read it and know how cool you are. YOU PUNCHED A PIT-BULL. I would have frozen & gotten bitten" I was treated for a broken wrist (slight fracture of the right ulna).Hey, I'm a lover not a fighter.The dog eventually regained consciousness & was taken by Animal Control for observation, as his teeth did break the skin of my knuckle and wrist
ma lecture de Pit Bull (Booba)
Dans le rap je suis venu pour être le meilleur, roulant en voiture de luxe, je suis le bitume avec une plume. Mon enfance est celle de la génération Malabar, B.N et SALE NOIR!!!! Je suis enfant unique, mes seuls problèmes sont à la maison, j’ai décidé de prendre la vie par derrière sans me poser de question. Si il y a une femme que j’aime c’est ma mère, elle m’a appris a me tenir et a différencier l’homme et le chien.Parlons de chien. Certains disent que j’ai la rage -dégage ou on te pique- si leurs femelles sont en chaleur, qu’elles ne restent pas dans les parages ou je les nique.
Grandir c’est tuer l’enfance, “ Crucifié sur une caravelle, sous l'œil éternel d'une étoile filante”, dans ce bordel, les derniers seront les vainqueurs, je sais que mes mots touchent, ils reflètent la vie d’un homme et la mort d’un enfant.Sang royal dans les veines, le petit prince deviendra roi.
Bras levé, tête haute, je rêvais de mourir au combat, non, je ne veux pas mourir sur scène, car le ciel sait que l’on saigne sous nos cagoule... comment ne pas être un Pit Bull quand la vie est une chienne.
Je revois mon premier joint, ma première bouteille, ils disent que la richesse est intérieure, mon cul, moi je veux de l’oseille. Pour réussir parfois faut faire dans l’illicite mais qu’importe tant que la mama fait le tour du monde. Petit sache que la race humaine est méchante et comme César, je suis venu, j’ai vu, j’ai vaincu, ces chiens ont encore la queue entre les jambes. Je suis cette personne froide et sensible a la fois, noir et blanc 100% bounty killer.
Talentueux tu ne feras pas partie de mon équipe, car même sur le plus haut des trônes du monde, on ne reste assis que sur son cul. Des fois je me dope comme un certain coureur cycliste, et quand les cicatrice se réveille je me sent si seul et si triste. Je suis ce lyriciste agréé, c’est la mission que dieu m’a donné, car on oublie pas que ça pendait des noirs au Mississippi et sur le microphone, mon flow se déverse comme le fleuve Amazone, oui je suis cette indigène et les cités d’or sont mes terres promises.
Bras levé, tête haute, je rêvais de mourir au combat, non, je ne veux pas mourir sur scène, car le ciel sait que l’on saigne sous nos cagoule... comment ne pas être un Pit Bull quand la vie est une chienne.
Je réussis malgré tellement d’erreurs, je suis trop loin pour les MC. Calme et serein je ne sais où je vais, j’ai souvent chercher la merde, je l’ai toujours trouvée. Etant jeune, face au prof, je faisais des grimaces en tirant sur mon joint, car ces cons m’ont dit que l’homme venait du singe.....
Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog; but you're never friendless ever, if you have a dog.
Douglas Mallock
