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Air/fuel Screw
air fuel screw keeps backing out of my carb even when i have it bottomed out anyone have any tips to keep it in and where i want it?
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The R&D flex jet stays were you put it and its way easier to ajust than reaching under carb to turn
I'm getting one of those R&Ds for sure.
Here's a trick I used for mine, duct tape. Classy. Also, make sure you have 2 o-rings. 1 tiny one at the tip and one back farther where it goes in to the carb. Mine bigger one was pushed down and not holding it in place, so when I'd ride it would just spin out of control under the carb.
Here's a trick I used for mine, duct tape. Classy. Also, make sure you have 2 o-rings. 1 tiny one at the tip and one back farther where it goes in to the carb. Mine bigger one was pushed down and not holding it in place, so when I'd ride it would just spin out of control under the carb.
WHy does rockymountain only sell them for the KTM and Polaris....J/w I think thats kind of odd?
the same thing happened to me. i went and bought a moose ajustible screw now it works fine :icon_biggrin: you might be missing the spring for the screw also
On the R&D, the ring that holds the adjusting knob by the carb... Is the adjusting knob supposed to be held in that ring or does it not matter?? Mine does not want to stay held in the ring, keeps popping up, and just the rubber line runs through it.
Any ideas?
Thanks
Any ideas?
Thanks
Did anyone have a problem installing the R&D Flex Jet Fuel Screw?
I just followed the instructions and had no problem installing mine. They areway better than the normal aftermarket fuel screw.
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WHy does rockymountain only sell them for the KTM and Polaris....J/w I think thats kind of odd?[/b]
http://www.rockymountainatv.com/productDet...1#vehicleSelect
QUOTE (butch1581 @ Mar 16 2009, 12:38 PM) index.php?act=findpost&pid=758363
He's talking about the R&D fuel screw not the tusk one.
i have a tusk one works like its supose to . if your haveing trouble with its falling out may be you have it unscrewed it to far that means you need a bigger pilot jet if its in to far in you need a smaller pilot jet but i think you are missing your spirng if it keeps falling out or you have bigger problems
Make sure both o-rings are on correct to. I had a lot of problems with my Tusk and the o-rings not staying where they were supposed to. I'd look down and it would be spinning out of control. I learned a valuable lesson on when not to try and save a few bucks. :strokin:
wow woodward specialties that is a nice deal on your site. i like how it comes with the spring o ring washer and everything needed unlike the gytr needle or other brands. if mine every pops off again im definitly going with that one from you guys.
I had a quick question on the R&D Flex Jet - is one turn of the knob equal to one turn on the air/fuel screw? I was thinking about getting one and was just curious if the linkage makes it different.
Yeah one turn on the knob turns the screw one full time
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I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savour, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moment now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special. Event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom… I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28. 49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party going friends.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I' m not sure what my sister would've done had she know that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted.
I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize, and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing. I'll never know.(wow gold)
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that every day, every minute, every breath truly, is... a gift from God.
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This", he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip.
It was exquisite, silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached."Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is the occasion. (wow gold,)
He took the slip from me and put it on the bed, with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me, "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you' re alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savour, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moment now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special. Event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom… I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28. 49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party going friends.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I' m not sure what my sister would've done had she know that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted.
I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize, and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing. I'll never know.(wow gold)
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that every day, every minute, every breath truly, is... a gift from God.
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