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Training Wheels College Station
- (Training wheel) When you are doing a grind and the front foot is rolling along the heel wheel. Usually (and assumed) to be done with a topside soul.
- A pair of small supporting wheels fitted on either side of the rear wheel of a child's bicycle
- Training wheels (also known as stabilisers in the UK) are an additional wheel or wheels mounted parallel to the rear wheel of a bicycle that assist learners until they have developed a usable sense of balance on the bicycle.
- Devices for children's bikes that keep the bicycle upright so Junior can learn to ride safely.
- A city in east central Texas, home to Texas A&M University; pop. 52,456
- College Station is a city in Brazos County, Texas, situated in Central Texas in the heart of the Brazos Valley. The city is located within the most populated region of Texas, near three of the 10 largest cities in the United States - Houston, Dallas, and San Antonio.
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The first land-grant college in Texas--called the Agricultural and Mechanical College--was predominantly a military school, built in 1876 in a then-remote area of Central Texas. Like other developments, the institute was a result of the expanding railroad, so a station named "College" was erected to service the new school. Drawing newcomers to the area, the city of College Station was incorporated in 1938, and its size soon rivaled that of neighboring Bryan--the Brazos County seat. The College Station area offers a surprisingly diverse mix of attractions, including the George Bush Presidential Library, the Texas Motor Speedway, and Kyle Field. During the last century, the college has grown from a few hundred students into a major university with more than 48,000 students, making Texas A&M the seventh largest school in the nation. Today College Station is home to some 100,000 people.
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Co-axial hanged big wheels, for swords. In race these are wings. now follows: translation of script about cars -as earlier printed in Dutch-. The current car use and the current car production leads to enormous damage. Point 1: A good friend, prof. Marcel Donze [up to 2002 working at the TUDelft, Holland] says: "People with money, who wants to show that, rather take a golden hood. Carrying jewels is not detrimental for the environment, while burning fossil fuel is. In other words, a car with 500 cc engine contents is enough, because one may not drive more rapidly than 120 km / hours, and in the city logically only 80 km / hours. Point 2: The roads are, in a certain way, to compare to as rivers and also are roads to compare to as railtracks. Analysis: rivers flow rapidly on steep terrain and in bottlenecks and flow slowly in wide waterways and on flat area. Water will never catch up on spots where the river remains equally wide. In the middle of the river, however, the water will flow a bit more rapidly, because the water undergoes resistance at the river sides. But in general, one can state that a certain volume of water water molecules does not have the tendency to overtake another. Each volume of water molecules, in an evenly wide river running over an evenly steep slope, is driven by exactly the same driving force, generated by gravity. Also trains over one single track cannot overtake each other. This is only possible at train yards and at stations. It is therefore scientifically perceptible that the traffic-jam problem is mainly motivated because the motorists overtake -, and catch up with, each other on broad ways, while they slow down in bottlenecks. This behavior is exactly the opposite of how water streams. Thus, just through bottlenecks motorists must accelerate, and this is only possible as the motorists on the broad ways drive more slowly than 80 km / hours; because 120 km / hours is the legal maximum, which speed is then desirably used only through the bottlenecks and on lanes with inserting traffic. In cities such as Hong Kong and Beijing it is much busier then in many of our cities in the west and for this reason applies there, if there a traffic-jam arises, all several speed zones at the roads preceding those traffic-jams. The principle is simple: at the moment a traffic-jam arises, then the maximum speeds are adapted directly on the preceding freeways. One can do this by the application of different speed zones on the freeways, by means of letting for example red, orange, yellow, brown, blue, green and white lights blink along, or above, the roads, representing respectively 90, 80, 70, 60, 50, 40, 30 and 20km / hr. Just before the jam, the white lamp -20km / hr- is switch on, a couple kilometer further upstream burns then the green lamp file -30km / hr- etc. This way everyone continues to drive slowly. There is no stopping and going as we do in the west. By eliminating this stopping and going we save fuel and reduce smog. In China everyone listens to these recommendations which are well for the environment, because they have serious smog. In the Netherlands the current recommended speeds do not work. In order to solve the traffic-jam problem, the Dutch have to consider the condition to make the recommended speeds binding, and by pronouncing a law which says that overtaking is prohibited. Because, trains also stay in the same order as they slow down for a station and water flows also unanimous all together slower if there is dam ahead. Thus, it is easy prove that the traffic-jam is caused by speeding. We, the Dutch, live in a free country, but on the motorway binding appointments are necessary, because the freedom is abused by, let's say, ten percents of the motorists. Conclusion: motorists can improve their flow behavior by not overtaking each other, for at least during the peak hours. The trick is to push each other through the bottlenecks. We must strive to slow driving fronts, on the freeways, to be able to accelerate then and only then, from 80 to 120km / hr, through bottlenecks. The right of strongest is not well for a honest partitioning. Just look at our freeways. The freeways are terrorized by fastest cars. For instance, they do not insert on time. Motorists who do insert on time, stick to the recommendation speed and drive on the slow lanes make therefore space for the speeding motorists. In fact, a reversed world. Because, when a motorist drives at the recommendation speed on the fast lane, this driver gets a ticket by the police. The impact of not working together as a water flow translates itself, particularly in the cities, in daily wiping away the fumagine of the window ledge and the number of children with lung diseases increases terrifying. In that light, the freedom of the motorists not to keep their selves to certain game rules on the freeways, is a crime to especially children in the cities, the planet itself and all life on it. For this reas
Not a flattering photo of me I know, but it was hand held at a low-lit wine tasting and I thought it was interesting, so am posting it anyway. I guess you can tell how much I've thought about this one by its excessive length. . . . . . . . . . . Both of my parents were extremely social creatures, and both could certainly hold their own in a conversation. The big difference between them was that my mom preferred her conversations to be intimate tete a tetes, while my dad needed a good sized audience. Not that he wouldn't share the stage with others, but any drama queen tendencies I have certainly came from him. One way he assured himself of an adequate audience was to have parties. And since my mom enjoyed putting them together as much as he enjoyed throwing them, we had a lot of them. Parties with the neighbors. Parties with family. Parties with the poker buddies. Parties with the people from work. Parties with anyone, and on the pretext of any minor occasion. My mom made the food, and my dad was in charge of the liquor. I have a vague recollection of beer being part of the proceedings-never wine- but in the 50s the big thing seemed to be the highball. Rum and Coke. Gin & Tonic. Bourbon & Soda. Sometimes a Manhattan or a Grasshopper "for the ladies". And the one I remember being most popular... the Seven & Seven. I don't actually remember what was in that last one, though I suspect the second seven stood for 7-Up, but I do remember how it tasted because as a precocious child I was allowed to take "sips" from the adults glasses. As they had suspected, I didn't much like it, so there are no lurid descriptions of tipsy six year olds in the family mythology. Anyone who's spent significant time with young children will tell you what incredibly smart and observant little sponges they are. So I was certainly not the first child who figured out early on that daddy got just a wee bit too loud when he was drinking. That he refused to lose an argument when he had a drink in his hand. That mom was always mad at him after the parties. That he usually didn't feel tip top the next morning. By the time I finished grade school it was pretty clear to me-and anyone else who was sentient- that my father was over-fond of alcohol. Not that he wasn't a nice guy, he wasn't a nasty drunk or anything, but it was definitely more of a priority for him than was healthy. There are even funny memories about it. Like the year he was off partying in some bar late on Christmas Eve with some co-workers and my mom was fuming at home because a bicycle had to be put together before it could be wrapped and put under the tree. I was not supposed to know that, of course, but my mom's angry whispering downstairs to the neighbor who came over to try to help her figure out the instructions carried up the stairs to the over-curious child listening for Santa. After an hour or so of them swearing and moaning and not figuring out the instructions, my dad comes home three sheets to the wind, sits down on the floor, and has it put together in about 10 minutes. From my clandestine perch upstairs I couldn't tell if afterward she was more mad because he'd been out drinking, or because he'd put the thing together drunk when they couldn't do it at all. Luckily dad was a very functional drunk, so work and obligations were generally not a problem. Or if they were I didn't know about it. But the fights between him and my mom over it because more and more frequent, and by the time I was in junior high school it was clear to everyone that it was causing problems in my parents marriage, and affecting all of our lives. The best example I can think of was the time I was having friends in for a sleep-over and my dad was supposed to come home after work to take us all bowling or some such activity. We waited and waited and finally reluctantly gave up and disappointedly pulled out the board games and made popcorn. To add insult to injury, when we got up the next morning and everyone was leaving the house to head home, there was my dad asleep in the car in the attached garage; he'd made it home but not into the house. I was embarrassed and angry, but also, as always, just so incredibly sad for him. And, of course, seriously worried for years afterward that some night he'd make it into the garage but not turn off the car, and then we'd all be dead. Despite it all, though, I loved him. We all did, but as his firstborn I was often his defender in the "alcohol fights". And as the oldest, the one my mom sent into town to the gin mill whenever he decided to celebrate on a Friday night with the guys before bringing her home the grocery money. In a funny way it made us even closer when I was in high school. By then he and my mom were getting along so badly that he stayed out either working or drinking-maybe both-until he knew she was in bed. I was usually the only one up, sitting at the kitchen table d