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sev-on-kamino · 6 months

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Sev!!! If you're not overwhelmed with these yet, could I pretty please ask for

"the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one." With Blizzard

Or!

"Accidental first kiss" with Flicker

Whichever one inspires you more! 💙

DEEJA!!! Omg I am just Alan DJ’s Jamal over here!!! Thank you for sending this prompt in 💙💙 Okies, I will absolutely go back to give you a first kiss with Blizzard too because I love him and have no self control, but the idea I had for Flicker got well away from me, so I present to you:

❤️Bet on Red🤍

Pairing: Corrie OC Sergeant Flicker x fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 1271

Warnings: mild violence, gambling, fight club, and rule breaking

Written while listening to: Hand Clap by Fitz & The Tantrums, Gladiator by Zayde Wølf

Dividers by the GOAT @dystopicjumpsuit

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!” Flicker said, scooping you up and depositing you onto his speeder bike.

“Late for what?” You asked for the 10th time that evening, fighting down the shiver that raced up your spine when his hands had found your hips.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out,” he replied, sliding in place in front of you. “Hold tight, cyar’ika!”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, clutching at his sides as he sped off into the flow of traffic. Without the armor to separate the pair of you, you could feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and you reminded yourself for the 10th time that it wasn’t a date. Just two friends hanging out.

Regardless, you rested your face against his back, smiling as you caught the scent of his cologne.

As the crisp, steady lights of the upper levels gave way to the erratic neon of the lower levels, you propped your chin on Flicker’s shoulder.

“Oooh, the seedy underbelly of triple zero,” you said, giving his sides a playful squeeze as he parked the speeder. “Next, you’ll tell me we’re going to an illegal casino.”

“Something like that,” he replied nonchalantly, as he helped you off of the bike.

“Wait? Really?”

“You’ll see.”

He took you by the hand and led you into a packed club. A few of the patrons eyed the two of you with disdain, while others greeted Flicker by name, as you moved through the crowd smoothly.

Sometimes you forgot that Flicker wasn’t just your good looking friend, he was also a sergeant in the Coruscant Guard and well-respected. You tried to look around at the decor, the crowd, the DJ, and not just focus on Flicker’s fingers laced securely with yours.

Before you knew it, you’d made it through the dance floor and into a back hallway with several doors lining the way. At the end of the hallway, Flicker tapped twice on a durasteel door.

A slot opened in the door, and the eyes of a Pantoran appeared.

“Password?” said a silky smooth voice.

“Cloud City Chaser,” Flicker replied.

The slot closed, and the door slid open revealing stairs descending into the depths of the building. Tugging you along, Flicker led you down the stairs. The thumping bass of the club faded and gave way to cheering and shouting. Your brow furrowed as the pair of you arrived in a makeshift arena. You couldn’t see what was happening, but the sound of skin on skin on bone was unmistakable.

It smelled of blood and stale alcohol, causing your nose to wrinkle.

“You get used to the smell,” Flicker said loudly over the relentless din.

“I hope not!” You replied, clearing your throat.

The sergeant laughed, and you couldn’t resist a smile. You loved that sound.

Before you could once again ask about why you were there, Flicker led you to a little booth, shielded by transparisteel and flanked by two armed guards. Inside the booth stood a Besalisk who was accepting credits with all four arms, as people crowded around the booth.

“Vinor!” Flicker said cheerfully, as he released your hand to lean on the counter surrounding the booth.

“Sergeant!” Vinor replied, his deep voice booming through the speaker before him. “I see you brought your girl this time. Guess you can’t lose tonight.”

“No, I can’t, so double or nothing.”

“Double, huh? And what about you, little lady? Betting on your sergeant?”

You’d watched this exchange with a mixture of confusion and excitement. Flicker had talked about you to this guy? He called you his girl?

“Betting on my sergeant for what exactly?” you asked.

Vinor chuckled and gave Flicker a knowing look. “You’re in for it tonight, and I don’t mean in the ring.”

Your brow furrowed, as you folded your arms and gave your friend an expectant look.

Flicker gave you a sheepish grin, “So, remember how I said we pick up odd jobs for creds sometimes?”

“Yeah…”

Flicker led you closer to the edge of the arena, and gestured to the pit surrounded by the bloodthirsty crowd. In the center a male Togruta and a female Twi’lek battled fiercely.

“Noooo,” you said, shaking your head. “And Fox just lets you do this?”

“He pretends not to know, which is practically encouragement,” Flicker replied. “Come on, you didn’t think random security jobs were enough to pay for my speeder, right?”

“Guess not,” you conceded. “So a lot of you do this?”

“Just a few. Thorn, Dax, Mech, Clipper, and me.”

“Wow,” you tried to wrap your head around it. “And you’re good?”

He smirked, tilting his head at you. “What do you think?”

A chime sounded, and Flicker whipped off his shirt, giving you an eyeful of gorgeous brown skin, laced with faded scars here and there amongst his tattoos.

“Last call for bets. Bet on me, yeah? Then come back and watch me win.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You zipped back to the booth and placed your bet with Vinor before squeezing through the crush of riled up spectators back to the side of the ring.

Flicker was in the middle of the ring, his hair held back with a red strip of cloth, and wearing the lower half of his blacks. Across from him stood a male Zabrak with brilliant orange skin, and an impressive ring of horns. Your stomach flipped as you watched the two of them circle one another.

Flicker made the first move, his right arm striking like lightning. It was as if a dam had broken. The two traded blows back and forth. Your head swept back and as you watched them work their way around the ring. Cringing when Flicker would take a hit, sighing with relief when he’d dodge one.

Arms and legs flew, teeth were bared, lips were busted, but they pressed on. The crowd roared around you, a many headed monster with only one desire. To see their chosen champion emerge victorious.

You found yourself screaming right along with them, chanting Flicker’s name loudly with his other supporters. After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only a few short minutes, Flicker pinned the Zabrak to the ground, manipulating his opponent’s arms and one of his legs in a complicated hold that rendered him unable to continue. The referee declared Flicker the winner, holding the trooper’s hand high to the screams of those who bet on him, and the jeers of those who bet against him.

You were screaming yourself hoarse, and hugging the female Togruta next to you like you were old friends. You looked up to see Flicker waltzing over, head held high, a grin on his face.

You moved to hug each other, but your heads went in the same direction, causing your lips to meet his in a rough, accidental kiss. You froze, and so did he.

“Hell yeah!” came the excited voice of a stranger somewhere behind you, which made both of you separate with a laugh.

“Sorry,” you stammered, feeling your face warm up.

“Don’t you dare apologize, cyar’ika…unless you’re not planning to do it again,” Flicker said, cupping your face.

“Oh,” you replied quietly, as you gazed into his bright, amber eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning down slowly to steal another kiss from you. Your eyes slipped closed, as his lips moved gently but deliberately against yours.

“Hey,” you broke the kiss and pulled back slightly to look at him. “Can our next date not be at a fight club?”

“Our next date can be wherever you want,” he replied, kissing your cheek.

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biblicallyaccuratechicken · 15 days

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Because of the most recent rb:

An apocalyptic world I made up. Mc up there is listening to music late at night, when suddenly cir family wakes up and starts shambling to the front door–But Something's Wrong oooooooo. Their eyes are glowing a whitish-blue, and they don't seem to notice cim when ci puts cir hand on their shoulders. Ci hides in a doorway to see what's happening. When cir little brother opens the door, a giant obsidian Creature is waiting, and promptly devours mc's numb, unresponsive family. How shocking! Ci quickly creeps to a hiding spot, but in cir panic, one of cir earbuds falls out. Ci can hear in the exposed ear a soft whirring, so soft, so gentle, so calming and friendly. It's only the music still playing in cir other ear that saves cim from being completely carried away. Recognizing this, ci sluggishly replaces the earbud, and immediately cir mind is clear again- just in time to see that the Creature has entered the room, and begun to make its way towards cim. As soon as the earbud is fully in, however, the Creature lifts its satellite-dish-like head and turns it around, looking confused. It circles the room, its head swiveling frantically like some dog or cat trying to find a smell, and as it passes mc, it's all ci can do to keep quiet, but it finds nothing and leaves.

After a millenium, or perhaps a millisecond, of waiting, mc leaves cir hiding spot and starts to pack a backpack. A flashlight, some batteries, some food. Ci also seeks out cir cat, and finds her hiding beneath the couch, ears flattened against her skull, pupils and fur blown all the way up. She calms a bit at mc's soft, feathery soft murmuring, recognizing her name and the voice who spoke it, but refuses to leave her spot until mc opens up a can of tuna. After she's swallowed all of the can's contents, eyes and ears darting here and there, she's calm enough that mc can gently lower her into the backpack.

Ci creeps out the open door and makes cir way to the nearby shopping district, ducking between shadows with cir hands plastered to cir ears, desperately keeping the earbuds. Through them, ci occasionally hears loud metal or rap playing, sometimes from cars with huddled and shaking people, sometimes from other wanderers who clutch little bluetooth speakers in their white-knuckled hands. From cir place in the shadows, ci notices that the Creatures–there are so many Creatures–tend to take a wide berth around those beacons of presumably earsplitting melodies. After ci passes the empty street and enters the nearest electronics store, ci's grateful to find that, even though all of the speakers have been looted, there are still noise-cancelling headphones left. Ci takes three pairs, hanging two around cir neck and putting one over cir ears before swiftly switching the plugs in cir phone's jack. Feeling safer, ci flits as smoothly as ci can to the convenience store, opens a can of wet food for the cat, and formulates a plan over a bottle of water and some donuts.

Ci makes cir way back home, grabs cir little brother's acoustic guitar and tuner, and loads everything securely into a wagon, which ci attaches behind cir bike. Ci raids the nearest plant nursery for as many crops and medicinal herbs as ci can fit, then the bookstore for guidebooks for how to grow and use them, and follows the river out of town, away from the Creatures.

Out in the country, ci builds a little house out of materials ci finds. Ci spends cir nights awake, slamming away at the guitar's strings and singing at the top of cir lungs until ci's hoarse, and spends the rest of it with cir headphones on, humming to cirself. During the mornings and evenings, ci plants cir crops and maps out the area. Daytime, now marked by a sun which hangs like a pendant of onyx in the white sky, is the only time it's safe to sleep.

And that's it. Mc lives alone on a little sanctuary with cir cat, offering asylum to those who come across cim.

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charlizekkelly · 2 years

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bikes & blood; chapter VI

{poly!lost boys x oc}

word count: 3400 rating: explicit chapter warnings: an unintentional mixture of timelines, and NOSTALGIA (I'm so desensitized that I don't know whats bad and whats not) bikes & blood masterlist

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"𝐀 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚, 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬."

Marko, Paul and Dwayne's howlers of delight echoed across the shoreline of Santa Carla. Despite the two having left before them, they'd slowed their pace and continued to weave from one side of the beach to the other. Paul's cheeky grin etched across his face as he pulled ahead of Dwayne and disappeared into the tree line. Amara's hair whipped around behind her, tangling itself as Marko followed Dwayne into the tree line ghosting the beach.

A soft, adrenaline-filled smile upturned the corners of Amara's mouth. The moonlight above and the headlights mounted on the front of the bikes—the only sense of guidance as they weaved their way through the trees. Amara's grip on Marko's waist tightened as he swerved to avoid a fallen tree branch, righting himself as smoothly as if he knew it'd been there all along. The air growing colder the deeper they drove into the forest, the smell of salt filling the air and their lungs.

The faintest brush of sea spray across Amara's skin paired with the sound of waves rumbling nearby filled the starless sky; the ash-grey clouds coating the sky in a never-ending blanket of darkness. Dwayne and Paul's lights flickered from sight as they maneuvered their way through the trees with ease; missing rocks, bushes and fallen trees with an air of practised calm. Paul glanced back over his shoulder at Amara before he disappeared over the crest of a small sloping hill, his eyes dancing with delight.

Panic seized Amara's heart as the boy she'd only known for a day vanished. Worry nipping at her gut as the smell of the ocean grew stronger. The crashing of waves louder and thundering as Marko chuckled to himself; the vibrations rippling from his chest and into her own. Amara watched from behind Marko's shoulder as Dwayne disappeared over the crest of the hill, his ebony-brown locks billowing in the wind. Marko sped up with a quick twist of his hand as he cleared the crested hill with a small, easy jump, Paul's amused grin etched into his face as he and Dwayne waited for the pair.

Amara's stomach rolled with unease, the crashing of waves thunderous to her ears as the earth several metres away from Dwayne and Paul disappeared with an abrupt drop. Marko stopped beside them and quickly killed the engine of his bike, his Cheshire-like grin plastered across his face as he watched Amara stare down at the impassable drop. Amara tore her eyes from the edge of the cliff face and frowned as a lone bike sat vacant of its rider. Paul all but pranced to where Amara sat behind Marko, helping her off of the back of Marko's bike and towards a set of old, beaten-down stairs that clung to the cliff face.

Amara clutched onto Paul's hand as he led her down the rickety stairs. The wooden staircase groaned and creaked beneath her feet, the faintest sway to the steps enticing her heart to pound within her chest. Paul's hand squeezed Amara's gently as he glanced down at her with a sense of surety in his eyes. Dwayne and Marko followed behind them, talking amongst themselves in voices too low for Amara to hear over the crashing of the waves.

Anxiety crept into her veins as Paul let go of her hand and disappeared into a gap in the rock face. Amara's senses kicked into overdrive; one half of her mind screaming at her to run while the other urged her to stay. A frown marred Amara's face as she hesitated, eyes narrowed at the gap in the rock face. Dwayne brushed past her shoulder with mirth in his umber-brown eyes, sparing Amara an encouraging look over his shoulder before he disappeared into the entrance of the rock face.

Marko's patchwork jacket brushed past Amara's shoulder as he walked past her and stopped beside the coarse, creamy rock face. He leant against the rocks, a gentle smile across his face as he waited. "You coming?" He asked, gesturing with his head towards the gap within the rocks.

Amara paused, eyeing the gap within the rocks with unease as she contemplated turning around and walking back through the forest to the boardwalk. Marko waited for her answer, patiently leaning against the rock face as though he had all the time in the world. Amara threw a glance back up the wooden stairs behind her, the crashing of the waves against the cliff face filled her ears as she breathed in a deep breath of air and turned back to face Marko.

"Lead the way." She breathed out with as much courage as she could muster.

Marko's eyebrows rose, doubt seeping into his hazel irises. "You sure? Because I can take you back to the boardwalk if you're uncomfortable."

"You'd take me back to the boardwalk? Just like that?" Amara asked, clicking her fingers together as though to emphasise how he'd take her back to the boardwalk.

"You've only got to say the words, Amara. I'll be more than happy to walk you back up those stairs and take you back to the boardwalk."

"Just like that?"

He nodded his head as a soft smile spread across his boyish features. "Just like that." He paused, lifting his fingers to his mouth as his eyes studied Amara intently. "I promise you that we'll never hurt you, not now or even in the future."

Amara's brows furrowed at his choice of words, dismissing it with a swift shake of her head as though it'd rid her of her thoughts. Amara breathed in a deep breath of air to calm the nerves that'd begun to build. She knew, despite having only known Marko for a short amount of time, that he meant what he said, and that soothed the anxiety that had crept in. Foolish or not, Amara followed him into the gap of the rock face when he turned away from her and slipped through the sizeable gap.

Small stones skittered across the dank, dimly lit tunnel of the rock face as Amara's shoes sent them tumbling across the sandy floor. She squinted her eyes as she cautiously inched closer to the faint light emitting from the end of the tunnel. Voices and laughter echoed off the rough walls of the tunnel, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise as the dank tunnel opened up into a large, spaciously lit cave.

As Amara's fawn-brown eyes wandered the room in awe, she soaked in the Victorian styled ruins before her with wonder filled eyes. An askew chandelier hung from the ceiling. Its ornately designed crystals chipped or broken upon the cave floor. The base of which hung dislodged from the roof by a thick power cable. A broken fountain sat within the middle of the room, its once intricately designed tiers crumbled beneath that of a second chandelier that had fallen from the ceiling—pieces of shattered crystals filling the base of the fountain. Barrels filled with fire illuminated the cave, reddish-orange flames licking at the metal as though eager to escape its confines.

A large painting of a man hung up on the rocky wall, varying trinkets scattered around the cave floor and surrounding crevices. Shell wind-chimes hung from the ceiling nearest to three beaten-down couches placed beneath the fraying portrait. Paul and Dwayne lounging comfortably within the worn couches beside that of an old, ancient-looking wheelchair. David sat perched within the uncomfortable-looking chair, sparing Amara a fleeting glance before continuing on with his conversation with Dwayne. Marko sat off to the side further back in the cave, a messily arranged bookshelf and book stacks scattered around him. An old stereo left beside him on a small jutting out ledge, the sheerest of curtains brushing against the boombox as the faintest breeze blew across the cave.

Amara peered over Marko's shoulder to the unused and seemingly forgotten bed, her eyebrows coming together as Amara wondered why the mattress looked so vacant and unused. Amara sat down beside Marko, who held a small white bird within his hands, running his fingers ever so gently across the sleekness of the pigeon's feathers with care. His hazel eyes tracking the movement of his fingers as though memorising every stroke of his hand down the bird's back.

David's voice rang out across the spacious cave, both Amara and Marko's heads raising from the small bird in unison. "This used to be one of the hottest resorts in Santa Carla about eighty-five years ago." David paused as he scrutinised the cave. "Shame they built it on a fault line. Because, when the big one hit San Francisco in nineteen oh six. This place took a header straight into the crack."

Paul, Dwayne and Marko each wore grins of bemusement as though they'd heard the same explanation time and time again. A sense of déjà vu creeping through the group of bikers as Amara looked around the Victorian styled room with interest. Her gaze coming to rest on that same empty room, left forgotten at the back of the cave to collect dust.

"You live here?" Amara asked.

David nodded his head in response, glacier-blue eyes filled with a sense of cool calm. "We do."

"What about your parents? Wouldn't they be worried that you live here?"

The biker's laughter filled the cave as they all shared a knowing look with the other; Dwayne's lips twitching as though he was fighting the urge to smile. Marko peered down at Amara with a soft smile, chuckling lightly to himself as her eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Our parents couldn't care less, Amara. Then again, they never were too concerned about us in the first place." David explains calmly.

Amara nodded her head slowly as she let that piece of information sink in. "So, it's just you four?"

Paul nodded his head, sky-blue eyes alight with happiness as he rose from his seat and came to stand in front of her. Taking Amara's hand in his own, he led her over to the worn couches beside the fountain.

"Now it is," Paul uttered as they sat down on the soft couches.

Amara frowned. "Now it is?"

"We used to live here with two others but that didn't work out." Marko piped up from his spot in front of the bookshelf.

Amara hummed in acknowledgement, letting Marko's words hang in the air before Paul broke the silence with his muttered explanation. "Because of some guy."

"A guy?"

David glared at Paul, shaking his head in exasperation as he rubbed his face with his gloved hand. Amara watched, mildly amused as the platinum-blonde peered up at the ceiling as though praying for some semblance of patience. Marko's lips upturned into a cheeky grin as he noticed the way Amara bit her lip to suppress her smile, shaking his head as he let the small white pigeon go and crossed the room to sit down beside her.

"And what a mistake that was," David uttered lowly, tearing his icy stare away from the cave ceiling.

Amara's brows came together as Paul muttered something about a dog beneath his breath. Marko's eyes narrowing into a glared as he leaned across the back of the couch and smacked Paul upon the shoulder. A soft chuckle slipped past her lips as Amara watched the two interact—every little thing they did reminding her more and more of siblings fighting amongst themselves. Marko's hazel eyes hardened as Amara caught the ending of Dwayne's muttered response.

The small, curly blonde-haired biker leant down and picked up a small pebble as Amara blinked in mute shock; trying and failing to hide the amusement across her face with their antics. Amara's lips parted in shock as Marko tossed the small greying pebble at Dwayne's chest. A triumphant grin etched across his face as the brunette levelled him with a deathly glare. Paul chuckled as Marko leant back into the couch, resting his arm across the back of the seat while throwing Dwayne a mocking smirk from over the top of Amara's head.

David shook his head as a disappointingly fed up sigh spilled from his mouth. Icy-blue eyes watching the entire interaction as though he'd seen it many times before. David's eyes met Amara's, his eyebrows lifting as a smirk lifted the edges of his mouth.

"Marko, food." He ordered smoothly, blue eyes never straying from Amara's as he held her stare.

Marko huffed, glancing down at Amara quickly before he stood from the couch and disappeared down the dimly lit tunnel. His footsteps echoed throughout the cave, the sound of the waves crashing against the rock face barely decipherable from within the cavernous home. Paul fidgeted for several moments, searching through the pockets of his pants before a sound of triumph bubbled from the excitable blonde. Amara turned her head toward him, fawn-brown eyes alight with regale as his Atlantic-blue eyes met her own.

Paul twirled the pre-rolled joint between his fingers, dirty-blonde eyebrows wiggling as he pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the pasty-white joint. Tipping his head back with a delighted smile across his face as the smoke filled his lungs with one inhale and left them in another cloud of smoke.

"Tell me, Amara. How long have you been in Santa Carla?" David asked from his position in the ancient wheelchair.

"Not long. I've been here for three days now."

"What brings you to Santa Carla, of all places? Not a lot of people have heard of the famous 'Murder Capital of the World'." He drawls, toying with the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear.

Amara's nose scrunched up with displeasure, the disdain she held towards her parent's divorce clear within her expression. "My parents divorced. Mum stayed in Phoenix with my older brother. Dad and I moved to Santa Carla."

Paul nodded his head, inhaling another lungful of smoke as he rested his head upon the back of the couch, his arm slung across the back of the chair while his eyes darted from rock crevice to rock crevice of the ceiling.

Amara's eyes flitted over to Dwayne as he sat up on the couch across from her, elbows coming to rest upon his thighs while his umber-brown eyes locked with her own; interest swirling within his dark irises.

"How old are you, Amara?" Dwayne asked softly, the deep timbre of his voice calming and pleasant to hear.

"Eighteen."

"And, your father lets you wander the boardwalk alone?"

"Why shouldn't he?"

"It's dangerous after dark in Santa Carla."

Amara arched an eyebrow doubtfully as his words sent a sense of déjà vu through her—reminding Amara of what her mother had said before they'd left for Santa Carla. And, just like her father, Amara plastered a carefree smile across her face and spoke. "There's nothing to be afraid of in Santa Carla."

David's disdainful laugh filled the cave, his glacier-blue eyes dancing with amusement as Paul lifted his head from the back of the couch to look down at Amara in surprise.

"Nothing to be afraid of? Oh, sweetheart. There's always something to be afraid of after dark." David drawled as Amara turned her head to face him.

Amara shrugged dismissively. David's expression turning to stone as he bristled from her dismissal. Amara's head turned in the direction of the cave entrance as footsteps echoed to meet her ears, Marko's beaming face emerging from the shadow's seconds later—a large brown box held within his hands as he maneuvered his way through the cave with ease.

"Who's hungry?" Marko questioned in a sing-song type of voice, hazel eyes flickering over towards David briefly as a small frown marred his face.

"Me!" Paul exclaimed. Jolting up from the couch in a rush to get to the food, his shoulder knocking into Amara's as he scrambled off the chair and snatched the box from Marko's hands.

Marko merely shook his head without a single trace of surprise in his eyes, shrugging his shoulders as he followed the taller blonde back to the couch. Paul released a sound from the back of his throat akin to that of a whine, pouting as he pulled a carton of Chinese food from the box.

"Chinese? Again?"

Marko ruffled the pouting blonde's hair, sitting down beside Amara on the couch as he leant over and pulled the cardboard box from Paul's lap into his own. "Quit your whining, Paul. You know it's the only place open after dark." Marko scolded, pulling two cartons of Chinese from the box before tossing a box of Chinese towards Dwayne, who caught it with ease.

Marko passed Amara one of the unopened boxes of food. The mouth-watering smell of Chinese spices and sauces greeting her senses as Amara opened the medium-sized white box. A hushed laugh fell from Amara's lips as her mind drifted to a story her father had told her about a carton of rice he'd once believed had been real live maggots. The harmless, unmoving special fried rice eliciting a soft rumble from Amara's stomach.

Marko and Paul chuckled lightly at the sound. The two blondes digging into their cartons of food like it was their last meal on earth, nudging the other playfully as they ate. Amara shook her head as her eyes lifted to meet David's, his brows furrowed as he watched Amara closely—his icy-blue eyes trying to decipher Amara from across the room.

"What'd you think of Santa Carla so far, Amara?" Paul questioned with a half-finished mouthful of food.

Amara shook her head as she deadpanned the blonde who sat beside her. "It's been a refreshing difference to Phoenix."

"So, you didn't like Phoenix?" Marko asked.

"It was okay, but something about Santa Carla is... inviting. It seems to appeal to everyone that comes down to the boardwalk."

"Like you're supposed to be there, right?" Paul pipes up, lifting another spoonful of rice to his mouth as he waited for Amara to respond.

Amara nodded her head as she chewed her mouthful of rice, swallowing before she spoke again. "Oddly enough, yes. The boardwalk has a type of allure for everyone. Something captures someone's attention and there's always something to feed that curiosity."

"Sounds like a siren's call to me," David uttered from the wheelchair, chopsticks in hand as he lifted a mouthful of noodles to his mouth.

Amara chuffed with amusement, musing over the platinum-blonde's words as she ate another spoonful of rice. "Maybe you're right, but something tells me that Santa Carla is the city for the lost."

"City of the lost. Murder Capital of the World. It's all the same thing, different but still alike." David spoke with surety.

"I think people come to Santa Carla in search of a place to belong. Either they find what they're looking for within the boardwalk or they become one of the many missing persons of Santa Carla." Amara paused as she mulled over her own words. "And maybe that's why it's the Murder Capital of the World."

David lifted his eyebrows, fascination seeping into his chilling irises. "What do you mean?"

Amara sighed, raking her hand through her hair as she tried to find another way to describe the way she thought Santa Carla worked and what made it the feared 'Murder Capital of the World'. "You come to Santa Carla in hopes of something new. Something better, right?"

David nodded his head, interest well and truly peaked as he leant forward in the ancient wheelchair. "Right."

"And, you either find what you were looking for or a piece of you dies when you realise that nothing within this world can bring you happiness, surety or a sense of calm."

David hummed, glacier-blue eyes filling with a look that Amara couldn't decipher as a satisfied smile spread across his face. The intimidating aura that surrounded him easing slightly as he seemed to see Amara in a new light.

"A piece of you dies when you enter Santa Carla, Amara. It's just if they can save you in time that counts."

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ntxpowersport · 2 months

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Mileage and Overall Condition of the 250cc Motorcycle for Sale

Before you finalize your decision on a specific 250cc motorcycle, it's crucial to understand its mileage and overall condition. These factors significantly impact the motorcycle's performance, value, and future maintenance costs.

Mileage:

A lower mileage typically indicates a motorcycle that has been ridden less and may be in better condition. However, it's not the sole indicator, and a well-maintained motorcycle with higher mileage can still be a good option.

Conversely, a high mileage motorcycle might require more frequent maintenance and repairs. When examining the mileage of a 250cc motorcycle for sale , it is essential to keep in mind that the average lifespan of a motorcycle engine is approximately 20,000 to 40,000 miles. Therefore, a bike with a lower mileage may offer better performance and fewer maintenance issues than one with a higher mileage. However, it is also important to consider how the motorcycle was maintained and used during its lifetime.

250cc Motorcycle for Sale: Overall Condition

The overall condition of a 250cc motorcycle for sale is another critical factor to consider before making a purchase. A well-maintained bike can provide many years of enjoyable riding, while a neglected one can be a source of frustration and expense. Here are some aspects to consider when assessing the overall condition of a used 250cc motorcycle:

Engine: Check the engine for signs of wear, such as leaks, rust, or damage. Look for oil or coolant leaks around the engine block, cylinders, and oil filter. Also, listen for any unusual noises, such as knocking or ticking sounds, which may indicate internal engine problems.

Transmission: The transmission should engage smoothly and without excessive noise. Check the gear shift lever and clutch for smooth operation and any signs of wear or damage.

Brakes: The brakes should be in good working order and provide reliable stopping power. Check the brake pads for wear, and look for any signs of leaks or damage in the brake lines or calipers.

Tires: The tires should have adequate tread depth and be free from cracks or other signs of wear. Check the tire pressure and ensure that they are inflated to the recommended level.

Electrical system: The electrical system should be functioning correctly, including the headlight, taillight, turn signals, and battery. Check for any blown fuses or damaged wiring.

Suspension: The suspension should be free from leaks or damage and provide a smooth ride. Check the front fork seals for any signs of leaks or damage.

Bodywork: The bodywork should be free from dents, scratches, or other signs of damage. Check the paint job for any signs of fading or peeling.

Maintenance history: The maintenance history of a 250cc motorcycle can provide valuable insight into its overall condition. Look for records of regular oil changes, tire rotations, and other routine maintenance tasks. A well-maintained bike is likely to have fewer issues than one that was neglected by its previous owner. By carefully considering the mileage and overall condition, you can make an informed decision when purchasing a 250cc motorcycle.

FAQs:

1. What is the mileage of the 250cc motorcycle you have for sale?The mileage of the 250cc motorcycle for sale is [insert mileage here].

2. Can you specify the overall condition of the 250cc motorcycle?Certainly, the overall condition of the 250cc motorcycle for sale is [insert condition description here].

3. How many miles has the motorcycle been ridden?The motorcycle has been ridden for [insert mileage here] miles.

4. Has the motorcycle undergone any recent maintenance or repairs?Yes, the motorcycle has undergone regular maintenance, and any necessary repairs have been addressed.

5. Are there any visible signs of wear and tear on the motorcycle?The motorcycle is in good condition with minimal signs of wear and tear expected from regular use.

6. Has the motorcycle been involved in any accidents or incidents?No, the motorcycle has not been involved in any accidents or incidents.

7. Are there any mechanical issues or concerns potential buyers should know about?No, there are no mechanical issues with the motorcycle. It is in sound working condition.

8. How would you rate the overall cosmetic appearance of the motorcycle?The cosmetic appearance of the motorcycle is [insert rating here], showing only minor cosmetic imperfections, if any.

#250cc motorcycle for sale

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wbtodays · 4 months

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Bajaj Pulsar 500 Twinner Cafe Racer: Exploring The New Pulsar

The Pulsar 500 Twinner Cafe Racer a Trademarked Bike 2024

Bajaj Auto, a big name in India's bike world, has something exciting up its Pulsar 500 Twinner Cafe Racer. Get set for an awesome ride with the Pulsar 500 Twinner Cafe Racer! It's not a myth anymore – it's a real blend of classic cool and modern muscle. Inside, a powerful 500cc twin-cylinder engine is ready to unleash 60 horses of pure excitement. With a sleek design and no extra frills, it effortlessly cruises through the air. Low handlebars and a solo seat make you one with the bike, while the teardrop fuel tank and clipped tail keep the focus on speed.

This bike takes you back to the carefree days of wide roads, cozy leather coats, and wind in your hair. It's more than just a simple bicycle. Seizing the opportunity to embark on an incredible journey is imperative, as the Pulsar 500 Twinner Cafe Racer is not just following but also leading the road.

Bajaj Pulsar 500 Twinner Cafe Racer (Expected Specifications)

The Pulsar 500 Twinner Cafe Racer is not yet officially launched, and these are estimated specifications based on rumors and reports. FeatureSpecificationEngineTwin-cylinder, 4-valve, DOHC, liquid-cooledDisplacement499cc (estimated)Power60 bhp (estimated)Torque50 Nm (estimated)Transmission6-speed gearboxChassisPerimeter frameSuspensionTelescopic forks (front), monoshock (rear)BrakesDisc brakes (front and rear)ABSDual-channel ABS (expected)TiresTubeless tires (likely)Fuel Tank Capacity15 liters (estimated)Seat Height780mm (estimated)Weight180kg (estimated)

Double the Power Fun

For a brand known for single-cylinder bikes, Bajaj is cooking up a surprise—a twin-cylinder engine. Imagine the thrill! Could it be the answer to the cool success of Royal Enfield's twin-cylinder 650 platform? Rumor has it that Bajaj and KTM were planning a 490cc twin-cylinder engine in 2020, and they even trademarked it as Twinner.

Twinner: No Frills, Just Thrills

Bajaj's Twinner trademark is refreshingly simple. No extra tags. This hints at it blending smoothly with existing models like the Pulsar. Picture this: Bajaj Pulsar 500 Twinner, where Twinner becomes the stamp of a new riding experience.

Style and Substance by Design

A guy named Pratyush Rout is behind the cool design. He mixed Pulsar's tough look with classic touches. Think round headlights like the first Pulsar, a sporty stepped rear seat, and a tweaked fuel tank. It's like a mashup of styles from different bike worlds.

Features That Turn Heads

The Pulsar 500 Twinner borrows some cool stuff from the Dominar 400, like those round headlights that nod to motorcycle history. The instrument cluster rocks twin circular pods, adding a touch of class. Golden front forks and Nissin calipers on disc brakes make it look even more awesome. If it hits the market, it'll outshine the soon-to-be-launched 400cc single-cylinder Pulsar.

Performance in the Spotlight

Get ready for some power! The Pulsar 500 Twinner aims for around 60 bhp of power and 50Nm of torque, thanks to a wider engine. It's not just about power; it's packed with modern features like a 4V head, DOHC setup, liquid cooling, quick-shifter, throttle-by-wire, and a slipper clutch for a super fun ride. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZE7yAKPcuiw&pp=ygUOVGhlIFB1bHNhciA1MDA

Wrapping it Up

Bajaj's dive into twin-cylinder engines, hinted by the Twinner trademark and the sneak peek of the Pulsar 500 Twinner, is a big move. It's a mix of cool design and powerful performance, setting the stage for an exciting chapter in Bajaj's motorcycle story.

FAQs

When can I get my hands on the Pulsar 500 Twinner?The launch date is still a secret. Keep an eye on Bajaj Auto's updates for the scoop.How does the Pulsar 500 Twinner compare to other bikes?We'll spill the beans after experts review the bike post-launch.What's the deal with the Pulsar 500 Twinner's engine?Expect a power-packed experience with modern features for an upgraded ride.Is the Pulsar 500 Twinner priced just right?No word on pricing yet, but Bajaj Auto usually keeps it competitive.Can I jazz up my Pulsar 500 Twinner?Customization details will roll out post-launch. Stay tuned for ways to personalize your ride! Read the full article

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telf-ag · 5 months

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Mastering Your First Motorcycle Ride: A Beginner's Guide to Riding Safely

Embarking on your first motorcycle ride is an exhilarating experience, but it comes with responsibilities. Whether you've just earned your license or are considering hopping on a bike for the first time, mastering the basics is crucial for a safe and enjoyable ride.

**1. Safety First: Gear Up

Before hitting the road, ensure you have the right gear. A well-fitted helmet, gloves, jacket, pants, and sturdy footwear are non-negotiable. Investing in quality gear provides essential protection in case of an accident and enhances your overall riding experience.

**2. Know Your Bike: Familiarize Yourself

Take the time to get acquainted with your motorcycle. Understand its controls, including the throttle, brakes, clutch, gears, and signals. Sit on the bike, adjust the mirrors for clear visibility, and feel the weight and balance.

**3. Start Small: Choose the Right Bike

If you're a beginner, opt for a bike with a smaller engine. These are more forgiving and easier to handle, allowing you to build confidence gradually. Consider taking a motorcycle safety course to hone your skills under professional guidance.

**4. Practice in a Controlled Environment

Find an open and safe area to practice basic maneuvers. Practice starting and stopping, turning, and navigating at low speeds. These exercises help you develop muscle memory and gain confidence in handling your motorcycle.

**5. Braking Techniques: Mastering Control

Understanding braking is crucial. Practice applying both front and rear brakes smoothly. The front brake provides the majority of stopping power, but sudden or excessive use can cause instability. Balance braking between both wheels for controlled stops.

**6. Clutch Control: Smooth Transitions

Learning to control the clutch is fundamental. Practice smoothly releasing the clutch lever to engage the gears without stalling. Gradually increase your comfort with shifting gears, understanding the bike's power band.

**7. Body Positioning: Maintain Balance

Maintain a balanced posture while riding. Keep your head up, look ahead, and align your body with the bike. Distribute your weight evenly, especially when turning or maneuvering through traffic. Practice this positioning during your practice sessions.

**8. Observe Traffic Rules: Road Etiquette Matters

Familiarize yourself with traffic rules and regulations. Respect speed limits, use turn signals, and stay aware of your surroundings. Riding defensively ensures your safety and the safety of others on the road.

**9. Stay Visible: Be Seen on the Road

Wear high-visibility clothing, especially when riding in low-light conditions. Make sure your bike has working headlights, brake lights, and turn signals. Enhancing your visibility reduces the risk of accidents.

**10. Build Confidence Gradually

Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is motorcycle mastery. Start with short rides in low-traffic areas, gradually progressing to busier roads as you gain confidence. Don't rush the learning process; every mile adds to your experience.

Conclusion: Enjoy the Ride Safely

Mastering the art of motorcycle riding takes time and patience. Prioritize safety, invest in quality gear, and continuously hone your skills through practice and education. With the right mindset and knowledge, your first motorcycle ride can be the beginning of a lifelong passion for the open road. Happy riding! 🏍️✨

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skullingway · 5 months

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I hate how nothing really works anymore tbh. I went out of the country for the first time which was truly awesome, but my trip itself was a logistical nightmare.

The first plane trip home yesterday we were 10 minutes to liftoff, and then it was delayed 6 hours. Okay, I could handle that. but then the connecting flight was the only one back home for the next 24 hrs. Not ideal. We contacted a few numbers listed from the airline that turned out to be out of service & did a chat (likely with a bot) with Expedia that was pretty fruitless. Eventually sorted out a different flight home. Great! But then it was stressful bc not sure if our one checked bag would end up on our new flight or just circling a conveyor belt in Mexico City. We came in absolutely clutch on time to sort it on the right plane. Second security check in the same airport but at least we were heading out for real. Two more plane rides go smoothly. Finally back in the right place much later than originally hoped for. Also not ideal, but at least home. At baggage claim I joked to my partner that with our luck, they lost our luggage. Reader, they did in fact lose our luggage. 👍

…but wait, they didn’t? It was just sent on another plane. Ok. A complementary service to have our luggage delivered to us was offered, and we were exhausted, so fuck it. We get a delivery window between 2pm and 10 pm, totally doable since I’m too exhausted to do anything today. Radio silence all day until late, like after 9, I get texts from a guy saying he’ll come with the luggage. I don’t see them until 10, he gets here around 11. So just a few moments ago he calls me and says he is ‘right outside [my] house’. I just put on a jacket and am only wearing bike shorts with no shoes. My slip on shoes are in the luggage & I had anticipated him being like… at the front door. He was actually down the block.

So I walk out onto the freezing, nyc pavement to meet this guy. Once he hands me the suitcase, he then needs to take a picture. He apologizes bc I don’t have shoes on, (lol??), and he will hide that fact in the picture. So I pose with my cold legs and feet behind my suitcase. This has to be sent as documentation to someone somewhere that I got my stupid fucking luggage. Hope they get a good laugh as I contemplate walking into the sea

#I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all. and it was so expensive for such a broken service…#my partner said it would have been more relaxing to just go to work this past week LMAO #charli look

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beepkartofficial · 8 months

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How to Ensure Your Used Bike is in Top Condition: A Comprehensive Guide

1. Visual Inspection:

Start with a thorough visual examination. Look for any signs of damage, such as dents, rust, or scratches on the frame and body.

Check the tires for tread wear, cracks, or bulges. Ensure they are properly inflated according to the manufacturer’s recommendations.

Inspect the brakes for wear and tear, and examine the brake pads for thickness.

Assess the condition of the chain, sprockets, and gears. A rust-free, well-lubricated chain is a good sign.

2. Fluid Levels:

Verify the oil levels in the engine and transmission. Low levels could indicate a leak or poor maintenance.

Examine the coolant reservoir to ensure it’s at the correct level and the liquid is clean and free from contaminants.

3. Leaks and Drips:

Look under the bike for any signs of oil or coolant leaks. Leaks can be indicative of a serious problem.

4. Electrical Systems:

Test all lights, including headlights, turn signals, brake lights, and indicators, to ensure they function correctly.

Check the battery’s voltage and connections. A weak battery can lead to starting issues.

5. Engine Start-Up:

Start the bike and listen carefully to the engine. It should start smoothly without unusual noises like knocking or ticking.

Observe the exhaust for excessive smoke, which may indicate an engine problem.

6. Suspension and Handling:

Bounce the bike a few times to assess the suspension. It should rebound smoothly without excessive bouncing or noise.

Test the brakes and handlebars for responsiveness and stability. Make sure the bike doesn’t pull to one side when braking.

7. Test Ride:

If possible, take the bike for a test ride. Pay attention to the gearbox, clutch, and throttle response.

Test the brakes under different conditions, including gentle and hard braking.

Listen for any unusual sounds or vibrations during the ride.

8. Maintenance Records:

Request maintenance records from the previous owner. Regular servicing and maintenance are positive indicators of a bike’s condition.

9. VIN Check:

Run a VIN (Vehicle Identification Number) check to verify the bike’s history, including any accidents or major repairs.

10. Professional Inspection:

If you have doubts about the bike’s condition, consider hiring a professional mechanic to perform a thorough inspection. They can identify hidden issues that might not be visible to the untrained eye.

11. Documentation and Legalities:

Ensure all required documentation, such as the title, registration, and insurance, is in order. Check for any outstanding liens or legal issues associated with the bike.

12. Negotiation and Value:

Use your findings from the inspection to negotiate the price if necessary. A bike in excellent condition is worth more than one with significant issues.

Remember that maintaining a used bike in good condition is an ongoing process. Regularly servicing and caring for your bike will extend its lifespan and keep it safe on the road. Here are a few additional tips to keep your second-hand bike in top shape:

Follow the manufacturer’s maintenance schedule for oil changes, filter replacements, and other routine tasks.

Keep the bike clean and free of dirt, debris, and corrosive materials like salt.

Lubricate the chain regularly to prevent wear and tear.

Check tire pressure and condition before every ride.

Store the bike in a dry, sheltered area to protect it from the elements.

In conclusion,

Buying a used bike can be a cost-effective and rewarding choice, but it’s crucial to ensure its condition meets your expectations and safety standards. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you can confidently assess the health of your used bike and enjoy many trouble-free rides on the open road.

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aguzziadventure · 11 months

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Day 2: Plymouth to Santander – the Ferry Fiasco

My bike is acting up, and there's nothing worse than mechanical worries before a journey. Hopping between two local mechanics (who, as luck would have it, are swamped with work), I glean a disheartening diagnosis—valve clearances. Serviced just a thousand miles ago, it's not a problem I can handle on my own.

Desperate times, desperate measures. I find a tool shop, pick up a 10mm wrench and get to work on the bike, right in the middle of the city. Tightening up heat shields, adjusting headers, and coaxing the clutch cable to give a bit more play. Just then, I'm approached by a charming Finnish lady who's eager to share tales of her travels. It's nice, but time is not my friend today.

Before I can finish up, a traffic warden shooes us away. I manage a quick glance at the sea before setting off for the ferry port. The first attendant I meet sends me off on a wild goose chase. Ends up, I've been directed to a random holding car park instead of the check-in area. Brilliant!

Once I find my way to the actual check-in, things go smoothly. A sticker for the bike, a quick security check, and I'm herded to the holding area.

The boarding process is bit of a spectacle. We're loaded on in groups, twenty at a time, with my bike leading the parade down to the bowels of the ferry. It's hot, it's cramped, and I'm given only minutes to wrestle my stuff from my overly secured roll top bag before being ushered away.

I bungle the evacuation, leaving my helmet perched on the brake lever—a mistake that gnaws at me for the entire 24-hour crossing. The cabin, with its lack of windows, does little to ease my anxiety. Sleep is a fitful affair, thanks to a symphony of car alarms triggered by the swaying ferry.

The ferry, despite its issues, offers plenty of distractions: bars, pools, entertainment, and restaurants. I think it’d be a good laugh in a group. I strike up conversations with fellow passengers, including a biker who, noting my apprehension, kindly offers to ride out ahead of me in Santander ("so the car hits him first"), and a retired couple who had oddly swapped their Morgan for a Toyota Aygo on their annual trip to the Picos.

At this point, one thing nags me - my elusive helmet. The helmet, the bike problems, the fear of the unknown - all these small anxieties are starting to weigh on me. I guess I just want to get going.

#moto guzzi #roadtrip #adventure

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bikerinfo · 1 year

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Familiarize yourself with the bike: Learn the different parts of the motorbike including the clutch, brakes, throttle, and gears. Start slow: Begin with slow and simple maneuvers to get comfortable with the bike, such as starting and stopping, turning, and using the clutch. Practice balance: Balancing is essential for riding a motorbike. Practice balancing the bike by standing next to it and pushing it back and forth. Practice starting and stopping: Practice starting and stopping the bike smoothly and safely. Get comfortable with the clutch and brakes. Practice turning: Practice turning at slow speeds, and gradually increase your speed as you become more comfortable with the bike. Learn to shift gears: Learn how to shift gears smoothly, and practice shifting while riding at different speeds.

#bikerinfo #biker shit #lol

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arnabbala · 1 year

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Preparing Your Bike For A Ladakh Bike Trip From Delhi

A bike trip to Leh bike trip from Delhi can be an exhilarating experience for any motorcycle enthusiast. However, before embarking on this journey, it is crucial to ensure that your bike is in the best possible condition to withstand the rugged terrain and long-distance ride.

The first step towards preparing your bike is to check its tires. Ensure that they are properly inflated and have enough tread depth for safe riding on uneven roads. A spare tire tube can also come in handy in case of a flat or puncture. The next thing to check is the engine oil level and quality. An oil change may be necessary if it has not been done recently, as the dusty environment can clog up the engine's oil filter quickly. The air filter should also be clean and free of debris to avoid dust getting into the engine while riding.

A bike's brakes are perhaps one of the most important safety features, especially when travelling through mountainous terrains such as Ladakh. Therefore, it is essential to inspect them thoroughly and replace worn-out brake pads or shoes. The clutch cable, throttle cable, and chain sprockets must also be examined carefully for signs of wear and tear. Lubrication of these parts can increase their lifespan significantly.

Before setting off on your journey, make sure that you have all the required documents for both yourself and your bike, including insurance papers, registration certificate, pollution under control (PUC) certification, etc.

Embarking on a Ladakh bike trip from Delhi is an exciting adventure, but it's important to make sure that your bike is prepared for the journey ahead. Checking and maintaining certain components can save you from any mishaps during the trip. They should have sufficient tread depth and proper air pressure, which can also come in handy in case of a flat or puncture.

The engine oil level and quality are also crucial factors to inspect before setting off. The dusty environment can quickly clog up the engine's oil filter, making an oil change necessary if it hasn't been done recently. Similarly, checking the air filter and ensuring that it is clean and free of debris is essential to prevent dust from getting into the engine while riding. This way, the bike will run smoothly and efficiently throughout the journey.

A well-maintained brake system is perhaps one of the most critical safety features when travelling through mountainous terrains such as Ladakh. It's essential to inspect them thoroughly before starting your Leh bike trip from Delhi and replace worn-out brake pads or shoes. The clutch cable, throttle cable, and chain sprockets must also be examined carefully for signs of wear and tear. Proper lubrication of these parts can significantly increase their lifespan and ensure maximum efficiency.

#trip #bike #tour

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kabbur28 · 1 year

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How to Extend the Life of Your Two-Wheeler?

If you own a two-wheeler, you would like it to have an extended life. You would want it to run smoothly for a long time without causing any problem. So the question is, how can you extend the life of your two-wheeler?

Friends, it is entirely in your hands. How long your bike or scooter lasts depends on how well you maintain it and what good care you take of it. If you want your two-wheeler to go for at least 10-15 years, you must treat it well. Treating your vehicle well includes many things that you need to do with your vehicle, and they are as follows. So following are a few tips to extend the life of your two-wheeler.

Service your bike regularly: If you want your bike to remain in perfect running condition, do get it serviced at least once every 3 months or 3000km. Servicing your two-wheeler regularly helps to extend its lifespan. VOC is the best bike service in Bangalore. You should take it to a service centre and have the following things checked:

Engine Oil

Carburetors

Wiring of the Bike

Chain Lubrication

Tyres

Electrical Wiring

Noise and Vibrations

Engine Health

Clutch Assembly

Don’t ignore the wear and tear: If anything breaks in the two-wheeler, you should not ignore it. You immediately get it checked. It is all about how you relate to your bike and how well you take care of it.

Clean your bike regularly and run it smoothly: If you clean your bike regularly, its body remains intact, which helps extend its lifespan. Also, if you run it smoothly and avoid rash driving, it helps extend the lifespan of your two-wheeler. VOC is the doorstep bike service in Bangalore, where you can have your bike serviced at your doorstep. So call us if you love your two-wheeler and feel that your two-wheeler needs special treatment.

For more information

Visit: https://vocautomotive.com/ OR Call: 080-61773606

Get your two-wheeler service done in any of our branches.

#doorstepbikeservices

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bestcarshowroom · 2 years

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How Can You Make Your Motorcycle Engine Last Longer?

A motorcycle's engine is its beating heart. It is this force that gives a pair of wheels the magical ability to move and mesmerize. The'motor' in a motorcycle - the engine - is the hub around which all of the other components spin. One of the most important things to do if you want to enjoy your motorcycle for a long time is to keep the engine in good shape. In this lengthy essay, we will engine some basic but highly efficient strategies for extending the life of your motorbike engine so that it can perform at its best for years.

1- While breaking in, be patient

Modern motorbike engines do not require as much break-in time as previous models. It's still best to take it gently at first and according to the owner's manual's advice. Before a motorcycle's first servicing, be cautious when recording kilometers to verify the engine's health. While riding your motorcycle for a thousand kilometers, follow the manufacturer's recommendations. Keep the engine speed below the recommended limits and don't rip the motor in its early days. Allow the tachometer needle to swing higher in the RPMrange once the engine and transmission have settled in properly.

2- Select the proper

engine

oil grade

engine oil is the most important fluid for your motorcycle'sengine's lifetime. For each of their two-wheeler models, each manufacturer recommends a certain engine oil grade. Sticking to the recommended grade and not experimenting with this crucial standard is better for the engine. You have the option of using a higher-quality oil for any given grade, and you can pick between mineral, semi-synthetic, or synthetic engineoils, depending on the manufacturer's recommendations. Usingengine oil that is not of the recommended grade or of poor quality, on the other hand, can be lethal to your motorcycle's heart.

3- Get your bike serviced as soon as possible

In terms of miles logged or time elapsed between two consecutive services, every two-wheeler manufacturer specifies the appropriate service interval for their motorcycles. At all costs, it is recommended that you follow the indicated service routine. Several vital components and consumables are inspected and changed as needed during routine maintenance to ensure that the vehicle continues to perform smoothly. Read the owner's manual for your two-wheeler and make sure you stick to the servicing schedule.

4- Don't muck about with the

engine

Modern motorcycle engines are built to sustain long periods of high-performance operation without the need of brakes. There is, however, a thin line between usage and abuse. Abuse includes things like inappropriate, abrupt downshifts, over-revving in low gears, not rev-matching, riding the clutch, stunt riding, and moving gears excessively. Commuter motorcycles, on the other hand, are built for more moderate use, whereas performance motorcycles can sustain higher enginespeeds for longer periods of time. Use common sense and don't push your two-wheeler beyond its capabilities.

5- Do not transport the

engine

Lugging the engine is defined as opening the throttle and attempting to accelerate at very low speeds while in inappropriately higher gears, causing the engine to struggle to generate revs. Lugging the engine puts it under a lot of stress, which might shorten its life. This common behaviour among Indian riders causes engine banging and sputtering, causing it to overheat and splutter. The fuel economy of avehicle is also harmed when the engine is being dragged. Understand your engine's ideal rev range for different conditions and stay inside it to get the best performance or efficiency out of it. It is not only the proper and more fun way to ride a bike, but it also extends the life of an engine.

6- Replace the air filter as soon as possible

By providing clean air to your motorcycle's engine, the air-filter plays a critical part in its efficient operation. Riding a motorcycle with a clogged air filter chokes theengine and lowers the amount of air it gets, causing long-term harm. A clogged, dirty filter can also cause dirty air to enter the combustion chamber, causing harm to the engine'smany key components. The air filters on most current two-wheelers are designed to be replaced rather than cleaned. If the manufacturer advises it, change or clean the air filter on a regular basis.

7- Regularly adjust and oil the chain

A motorcycle's engine suffers from a chain that is either too loose or too tight. To avoid this, have your motorcycle's chain inspected and adjusted on a regular basis. Most current motorbike chains are lubricated with O-rings or X-rings, which keep the grease packed inside the pins. Budget motorcycles, on the other hand, still have chains that require additional oil. It is critical to clean and lubricate such motorcycles on a regular basis, as well as adjust them for slack.

8- Don't put too much weight on the motorcycle

Every motorbike has a load-carrying capacity, which is equal to the rider's and pillion's total weight plus a buffer for luggage. The owner's manual refers to this as payload. Overloading a two-wheeler exceeds its cargo capacity, putting undue strain on the engine and maybe causing harm in the long run. Make sure you don't overload your two-wheeler above its carrying capacity.

9- Genuine spare parts are available

No one knows the components of a two-wheeler better than the manufacturer. While non-OEM spares for most two-wheelers are available in the aftermarket, they are often not as well-made as the originals. Using aftermarket parts to save money on repairs may save you money, but it may also do serious harm to your cherished two-wheeler. Always get your bike repaired from an authorised service centre and insist on genuine spares to get the best performance and lifespan out of your two-engine. wheeler's

10- During cold starts, let the

engine

idle

Engine oil is essential for keeping your two-engine wheeler's protected. When a two-wheeler is used frequently enough, theengine components are coated with a thin layer of engine oil to protect them from damage caused by friction when the engineis started cold. If your two-wheeler hasn't been used in a while, you should let the engine idle for a minute or so before putting it under load. Engine components lose their protective coating of lubrication as it dries out or settles down after long periods of hibernation. Allowing the engine to idle for a few minutes allows the engine oil to reach all vital regions and brings the engine up to operating temperature. After a cold start, cranking up and driving away might cause engine damage. Give it a minute; it'll be well worth your time! The saying "a stitch in time saves nine" also applies to motorbike engines. Always keep an eye out for tiny flaws and have them corrected before they become major issues. If you follow the easy steps outlined above, your two-wheeler engine will not only survive longer, but will also provide excellent performance and fuel efficiency.

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strivia · 6 years

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I’m learning to drive and it’s stressful and I don't like it. There's too many things happening at once.

#strivia speaks #It's exhausting #I'm learning on a clutch #so I have to think about shifting #which includes not stalling when I start #plus all the other stuff like other cars and mirrors and pedestrians and ahhhhhhhh #It's all so much and I hate it #It takes so much focus just to figure out the speed and where you're in the lane and whether you need to be worrying about other traffic #and that's all before you add in the shifting #and then there's stopping smoothly which you need to deal with the clutch for #*screams eternally*#This is my second time driving on a road of some description #and there were so many more cars and there was a bike

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borathae · 3 years

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↳ Index [Snippet #07 - Private Show]

“When Jungkook gives you your own private striptease.”

Genre: Smut

Warnings: striptease, dry humping, JK wears his My Time outift

Wordcount: 1.5k

"Uhm what the hell?" you murmur, flipping the light switch on and off repeatedly. But the apartment stays dark.

"Jungkook?" you call out, "baby? The lights don’t work!"

No answer, which is weird, considering how he had gotten his day off of work. He must be home, his bike is parked out front. Maybe he had fallen asleep or maybe he had taken a jog down to the gym.

Once you have slipped out of your jacket and boots, you feel for your phone, turning on the flashlight.

Your fuse box was located in the kitchen, which was a terrible place for a fuse box, but it came with the apartment so you can’t really change it. You will just quickly go and check it out and then look for Jungkook.

You cross the corner, stopping in your tracks.

“Huh? Candles?”

Dozens and dozens of candles on the floor are forming a path, lighting up your way. Okay he most definitely did not take a jog to the gym, Jungkook isn’t reckless enough to keep open fire burning all unattended.

"Jungkook? There are candles everywhere! Did you do that?" you call out, but no answer follows, "fine. I'll play your little game", you mumble and turn the flashlight off again.

The candles lead you to your living area, stopping by your breakfast bar. On top of said breakfast bar a bouquet of red roses in a vase was standing and next to it a little note was placed. You unfold it, having to smile.

You have found me! Hurray! :) Sit down on the barstool and then when you did yell "ready".

There was also a very cute doodle of him wearing sunglasses next to the text.

You chuckle, folding the note and putting it back to its original location. You rid yourself of your bag and phone, sitting down on the barstool afterwards.

"Ready!"

Red and pink lights flicker on one by one, lighting up the apartment. Next smoke creeps its way into the living area, making the lights all hazy and mysterious. You feel your heart speeding up, a giggle leaves your lips. He got a smoke machine?

Next music, blasting from Jungkook’s surround system so loudly that you actually flinch and squeak, having to laugh afterwards as you press your hand to your chest. Your heart is racing like crazy, although you are pretty sure this is mostly from excitement.

"Pony? Oh my god what kinda Magic Mike show is going on here?"

That's when the organizer of the whole ordeal slides into the room smoothly, dressed in a matching two piece set. The thin, red fabric hugs his body and a leopard print button up adorns his torso.

"Baby what are those clothes? What are you doing?" you say, chuckling. Your eyes however are lingering on his exposed chest.

Jungkook doesn’t acknowledge your question, smirking darkly instead. Then he begins his dance, body rolling to the beat of the music. You didn’t even know that he could dance like this. He looks so good, so sexy. Every move is placed with precision and executed with such expertise it is as if he had done it his entire life. He draws you in, every move he makes sends your body into overdrive. That is your Kookie? With his long hair all slicked back, revealing his undercut and his body in such tight clothes while he is giving you your own private dance show?

"Oh okay, damn", your heart is basically racing at this point, "no joke you're so sexy."

Jungkook does a twist and goes into a low squat, spreading his legs as he does. The material of his pants stretches around his thighs, barely holding together. You swallow, following his hands as they travel up the inside of his thighs until they land on his crotch. He grabs it hard, that man is committing to it with all he got. Like he doesn’t just touch it, he basically clutches it as if his life depended on it.

"Okay damn", you gasp, rubbing your legs together.

Jungkook smirks, rolling his shoulders smoothly as he falls to one knee. Your eyes meet. Your throat feels dry, his gaze is almost too much. He gets closer, basically humping the air as he does. Well fuck.

He reaches your feet, ghosting his hands up your legs without ever touching you. All you get is the feeling of the heat he radiates and the tickling of his quick breathing. You are writhing on the chair, breath hitching in your throat.

The air gets knocked out of you once Jungkook is face to face with you, hot breath fanning over your face as he basically undresses you with his eyes. Holy shit you hadn’t even noticed that he was wearing makeup before, black and perfectly smudged. Why the hell is he so hot?

"Hey sexy, fuck your eyes", you groan, feeling heat rise to your face.

Jungkook stays silent, rolling his hips into you. He doesn’t touch you, teasing you annoyingly good. Oh how you are aching for his touch.

He deepens the eye contact just as he started to slide the thin coat off his shoulders. You follow it as it slips down his arms and then pools by his feet.

Your eyes flit up again, coming face to face with his dark smirk. He twists around once, using the momentum of it to grab your hips roughly and press you against his crotch.

"Fuck", you gasp, pussy throbbing.

One beat later he has you on top of the breakfast bar.

"Christ Kook", your voice is quivering. Jungkook smirks and starts unbuttoning his shirt. You follow his inked-up fingers until they reach the hem of his pants. You hold your breath, gasping a moment later when he bares himself to you. The shirt falls to the floor. He must have oiled himself up, his skin is glistening sinfully in the red lights.

"Shit look at you, I’m going insane."

Jungkook grins and box jumps on top of the bar.

"Jungkook, don’t jump- oh, okay well shit", your brain goes mush as Jungkook does a handstand next to your head and moves the rest of his body down inhumanly slow.

"Jesus christ how are you even doing that?", you gasp, soaking your panties as you stare at his flexing muscles.

He smirks, toes finally meeting the counter. A fiery mischief glimmers in his eyes before he begins to hump you smoothly to the beat of the music. And this time he is touching you, grinding his crotch into you and making you moan quietly. That's how sensitive he got you? Every grind sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

"F-fuck Kook", you moan.

His rolls gain in speed, then slows down again before speeding up. It is a dangerous pattern, one that makes your toes curl and your pussy throb. You can’t resists. You place your hands on his oiled up chest, groaning hungrily at the feeling. His heart is racing like crazy, his skin is so hot.

“Baby, god”, you choke out, eyes fluttering when he slams his hips into you in time with the beat change, moving on to the next step afterwards. He slides up your body until his knees are caging you in. He grabs your wrist and places your hand on his lower abs as he begins rolling his hips into your face as if he was fucking your mouth.

You are spiraling, barely holding it together. You can feel every flex of his muscles. The view of his crotch is making your mouth water.

Jungkook guides your hand down his body until you have his cock underneath your palm. You have no idea if it was part of the choreography, but his dick twitched at your touch. Regardless if it was part of the choreography or not, it sends heat straight to your core.

He ends the choreography by placing his hand over yours and making you squeeze around his hardening cock. He thrusts into your touch and throws his head back.

The music stops, now only Jungkook’s heavy breathing is ringing through the room. He keeps his head thrown back and your hand on his cock for a few seconds longer to add to the overall effect.

"Okay holy fucking shit, that was incredible", you blurt out, "Jungkook no joke you are literally the sexiest man ever."

Jungkook finally looks at you, goofy grin on his face. He pulls your hand away and wiggles off your body to sit down at the edge of the breakfast bar.

"Did you like it? I came up with it myself", he says, still catching his breath.

"That was without doubt the hottest thing you have ever done, oh my god", you prop yourself up on your elbows, "I am literally so turned on. My panties are literally sticking to my pussy. I am soaked."

Jungkook smiles and it is surprisingly shy for someone who had just body rolled his way into your heart and reproductive organs.

"So you liked the surprise?"

"I fucking loved it, no joke I need like five business weeks to recover from it."

He giggles, scrunching his nose up.

"It was my early anniversary present. The rest comes tomorrow when it's finally time", he confesses and my god it sends new heat straight to your core.

"Jeon Jungkook I am serious", you touch his chest, "get me off that counter and on your dick."

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