Gender: Male
Status: Swinger
Age: 37
Sign: Virgo
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/9/2007
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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Current mood:Rally mode.
IF YOU'RE NOT BROKE YOUR MOPED WILL BE Mopedhead (in conjunction with Barack Obama, President of the United States) has approved this rally to stimulate the moped enterprise by sponsoring an emergency bailout rally.Free rally packs will be provided to all participants, as well as camping, foods and other prizes.Hosting will commence between June 12 through the 14th. Bring your moped bike and party attitude (Silly string recommended).Chili cheese fries are good, but a chili cheese dog will suffice. How much wood would a wood chuck chuck, if a wood chuck could chuck wood??? Maps, meeting spots and further details to be posted in 3...2...1....
Itineray
Friday June 12th 3-6pm Arrive at 327 E Saint John St, San Jose for Meet and Greet
6pm-ish leave for munchies and Mt. Hamilton Ride
8-9pm-ish arrive at 4th Street Bowl for beer, bowling and other fun things..
11pm on, return "home"
Saturday June 13th 9-11am Mini Breakfast & Wrench @ 787 State ST
11am-ish Leave for MT. Madonna DON'T FORGET YOUR GAS CAN!!
6pm Dinner
8pm Raffle
Sunday June 14th 9-10am Breakfast and Clean Up
11am Head Back to San Jose
We're currently working out tons of space for people to
stay while they're in town, so if you need a place or simply would like
a place to crash, you can contact, me, Matt Man at Zofeone@gmail.com
For More detailed Info, visit our website http://www.geocities.com/nirvana_853/index7.html
Mopedhead unofficial since the beginning.
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Thursday, April 02, 2009
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Current mood:  bouncy
Yay. Well, we made it to LA. Saturday night… We (Mattman, Droid & Migs) left Wednesday evening (3/25/2009) from Mattmans house in downtown San Jose @ around 9pm, with the intention of renegade camping somewhere around Monterey, or, to be more accurate, on a small country road called Oakridge or something like that. When we got there, we found the perfect place to camp, in a ditch off the side of the road, next to a cow pasture. A herd of about 20 cows hung around our campsite all night long. They made me very hungry. Here is a picture of the campsite taken in the morning…  Anyways, so our plan was to try and ride 200 miles this day (Thursday), but it was taking us a while just to navigate through Monterey. Once we got through Monterey , it was pretty smooth sailing for a while. We brought extra gas with us because of the horror stories about there nor being a gas station for 100 miles… bullshit. Our bikes were efficient enough, getting around 70mpg, but there was never a stretch of more than 40 between stations…     So, we cruised along at around 40mph, then pulled over at Hearst Mansion to top off the tanks, I believe. After that, we tried to start the bikes and discovered that on Mattmans moped “the Hog”, the engine was frozen. So we tore it apart and found the crank was wasted. We had brought an extra crank and bearings, but no seals. bummer. It was approaching night, so we decided to camp there tonight and found a spot in the bushes at the driveway entrance to the Hearst Castle. We pulled the bikes in there and crashed for the night. It was cold as fuck. The next morning it was decided that I would ride into San Luis Obisbo with the engine to try to get it repaired, while Mattman would attempt to hitch a ride, Migs would keep Mattman company in the meantime, then we would all meet up at the first gas station in SLO off the HWY1. Engine comes off, away I go. Smooth ride for the most part, but my bike (Felix) started hesitating. hmmmmmmmmmmm…..... The weather turned sunny and warm shortly into the ride into town. When I arrived in SLO, the people seemed helpful and generally cheery. The first guy I asked for help gave me directions to a motorcycle shop. When I got there, the mechanic suggested a bearing shop called Central Coast Bearings and he gave me directions and the address. The bearing shop had the 22×40x7 seal that I needed. Fuck yes! Hopped back on Felix and started heading back on Santa Rosa (Hwy1 north). almost out of town I see Migs and Mattman’s mopeds at a Chevron across the street. So we go around the side of the station and tear the motor to pieces.   Putting the motor together went pretty smooth until we started it up and soon realized that the flywheel was not tightened down enough & had spun and shattered the woodruff key. Oh joy! I will spare you the details, lets just say it added on another 3 or 4 hours of dickin’ around. Then, out of the blue, the head gasket on Felix gave out. Scared the crap out of me at first. I was almost sure that I had a broken ring or had a hole in the piston… phew!  Anyways, we rode for a while and ended up at a rest stop on 101 south around 30 miles from Santa Barbera. While camping there it seemed as if the wind was going to rip the tent out from around us. very relaxing. The ride was confusing as hell the next morning. We were on 101 south along the coast. A sign would say “end freeway” then, 2 miles later “begin freeway”,”end freeway”,”begin freeway”... for fucks sake. make up your damn mind! So, we rode until a sign said all bicycles must exit and on the way to the top of the offramp, the Hog’s top end took a crap. Broken ring and piston smear. The Airsal Tomos a55 kit cylinder looked alright at least. We put on a stock Magnum top and piston. The exhaust was a perfect fit. yes!   The Hog was running rich, but we ran it like that since the used parts needed time to fit. 20 mph. at best. the last 120 miles took a long time. eventually we messed around with the air filter and soft siezed 3 times. eventually we arrived in LA at the warehouse. The Woolie Bullies gave us a place to stay and were super awesome to us and we love them so very much for their hospitality. On Sunday I hard siezed Felix. I think it’s the crank. Needless to say we hopped a ride back to San Jose with Crazy Wayne. Thanks Wayne for saving our sorry butts. Sooooooo…. MOPEDHEAD!!!!! for the win????????
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Tuesday, December 09, 2008
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Category: Religion and Philosophy
Moped in a Bottle I was drinking a litre bottle of Kessler brand whiskey drink. Yes, it was smooth as silk, just as the label on the bottle claimed it would be. I whispered sweet words to the bottle before I took a long slug, and the golden brown whiskey drink slipped past my lips. We had an understanding, that bottle and I. We would replace each others loneliness and discontent with warmth, companionship, and comfort... if only for a night. I told that bottle stories. I talked of my adventures in foreign lands, the people and places I've known. The people and places I've loved. The people and places I'd wished I'd never left. The people and places I wish I'd never met. I started balling and English transformed into some unintelligible tongue. And then... as the whiskey drink started to run dry, the bottle began to vibrate and hum. 'I know what it is that you need. To make yourself happy.' spoke the near empty bottle of Kessler. 'You need to surround yourself with countless moped bikes. Because you understand the ways of the moped bikes, as they understand the ways of yourself. Only the moped bikes can share your passion and lust for life.' 'Thank you Kessler brand drink' I thought to myself. 'I knew you would understand!'
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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Current mood:  pirate
HICKS Do or die. We have all heard the stories. Hicks road is infested with nocturnal, flesh eating albinos. To venture into those particular hills after the sun sinks into the horizon is simply tempting suicide. But pirates live each and every day begging to die a miserable, painful death... so of corse we were tempted. Our treasure, our goal, our plan... to plant our seed deep within the bellies of hordes of delicious albino womens, creating a race of super-human albino moped fiends. Our bait. A whole, cooked chicken. Three bad assed PUCH moped bikes and a gang of rough riders, ready to slap any and all authoritarian figures upside the face with a greasy appendage. To ward off the albino males, we simple left a can of sterno to burn throughout the night, the blue flame too intense for their feeble eyes. All night long you could hear the cries of the albino warriors as their womens left them in the search for the intoxicating scent of a mouth-watering chicken. As the sound of light-footed albino vixen approached the campsite, the wolves began howling and the sky became still. We covered the sterno and grasped the lassos, squinting and attempting to focus to the moonlight. The silence was transformed into a whirlwind, the darkness became a blur of blinding light. Confidence became confusion. The next morning the bikes lay on their sides. The chicken devoured. The seed unplanted. Next August, next chicken...
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Thursday, June 05, 2008
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Current mood:  ashamed
Mopedhead PERSONAL PROFILE are now available for your viewing pleasure, where you can see sexy pictures of your favorite and least favorite Mopedhead, check out juicy pictures of our bikes, and become really grodied-out by the extent of our bad hygiene. Just go into Mopedhead's "Pics" section and hold onto your hat! Updated whenever we git around to it. Not available in stores, while supplies last, must be 18 or older to order. Sorry, no personal checks.
Awwww YIH!!!!
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Wednesday, October 03, 2007
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Current mood:  full
Total Let Down was Total Rad!!!
OK, Mopedhead are the newbies. This we know. It was our first moped rally, ever. We had spent many hours the past few weeks tuning up our bikes and building our pride-bike... Vlad the Impaler. All seemed to fall into place at the last moment and the day had finally arrived.
Friday the 21st of September. first day of the rally, which officially began at 3pm in Sacramento. I (Droidy) had planned to ride there with Evelyn on Skeletor (1978ish Puch Maxi) and Lux Luthor (also 1978ish Puch Maxi Luxe) and begin the journey bright and early around 8am. Yeah, right!!! Fat fuckin' chance! We arrived at Mopedheadquarters around noon, just in time to hear Mr. Ciao rant and rave about how late we were and how he was about to leave without us (in the van... our ambulance). Sorry, 'bout that. Anyways we were determined to arrive in Sacramento on out mopeds, no matter what the cost. So, we unloaded our bikes, fueled them up, grabbed some tools and fix-a-flat and told Mr. Ciao and Noodles that we'd see them in Sacramento in about 8 hours.
Off we went to the Shell station to buy some smokes. We parked the bikes, and wouldn't you know it... Lux started pissing fuel all over the sidewalk. Fuck it. We'll just turn off the fuel switch every tine we kill the motor. With a fresh supply of smokes we headed off towards Calaveras road. Oh my. Those are some steep ass hills!Pedlaing wasnt working, so I hopped off Lux, gave her full throttle and jogged along side her up a seemingly neverending hill. When we arrived at the top of the hill, it was a breathtaking view. Grassy hills for as far as the eyes could see.
The winding downhill ride was awesome! squirrel dodging and Calaveras resovior to our right. 14 miles of sheer fun. We stopped quickly for a large coffee somewhere around Pleasonton, then continued on to Sunol, where the hills were tall and plentyful. More pushing of Lux was required and full throttling downhill resulted in overheating of Lux's motor, at which point I was momentarily convinced that we were severly doomed!!! But, after allowing Lux to cool for a few minutes, she fired up again and we were back on the road, though I restricted her top speed to 25mph.
The time had arrived to cross the San Joaquin River. I was nervous as all hell. It was a huge relief, as we rode up to the enterance, to see a sign that read "Pedestrians, bicycels and motor driven cycles permitted". PHEW!!! We continued to the toll, where we paused, lookad at the dude in the booth, who tried to say something to us, and continued riding. The bridge was looking VERY steep, with a narrow bike lane. Needless to say I was not looking foreward to pedaling up this long, windy bridge with big-rigs zooming past. But Lux and Skeletor did not hesitate to cruise at a steady 25mph, up and down the entire length of the bridge. Relief does not even begin to describe the feeling I had when we hit solid ground. Evelyn later explained that she had no fear of the bridge and rather enjoyed riding over it. Uh, yeah.... uh, me too. really....
And so began the most calm, tranquil, scenic, pleasant, serene portion of the jounrey. Highway 160. The Sacramento River to the left, not much traffic, flocking birds, calm breezes. Fantastic. Time stood still as we rode. The occasional hog passed and waved with a kind of jealousy. The sun set calmly to the west, creating an undescribable orangish hue. Uneventful, yet unforgetable. Highly reccomended. We stopped at a bridge, which crossed to the other side of the river to piss, then continued along towards Sacramento with a mere 9 miles to go.
Finally we arrived at Flatspot Skateboard shop and were greeted by 2 cute girls, wrenching on their Puch mopeds on the sidewalk. What a ride. We called Mr. Ciao, who agreed to ride down and meet us, to escort us to Karen and Bills house. As we waited, a liter of whiskey was purchased from the corner liqour store. The rest of the evening was spent consuning alcohol with good friends. Perfect.
Saturday September 22nd, second day of the rally. There was overcast and it was sprinkling. Mr Ciao, on his Puch Maxi "Arnold", Noodles, on his Vespa Grande "The Ham" , Evelyn on "Skeletor", Dave on a 1960's Montgomery Wards 125cc motorcycle, and myself riding "Lux" rode down to Flatspot to group up with the ralleyers. We were early, so we purchased some suds and started consuming. Steadily the group became larger, until soon the street wes swarming with mopeds and their riders.
After an hour or so we all started up our bikes and zoomed down the street, which became a sea of mopeds, covered by a layer of 2 stroke exhaust. Running red lights and slowing traffic, we rode together until we arrived at a bowling alley. The parking lot was busting open with mopeds of every kind
To be continued..........
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Monday, August 20, 2007
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Current mood:  thirsty
UVAS
So, what was originally planned as a camping trip in Uvas followed by a ride to the coast, was re-planned to a day ride to Uvas (most likely due to excessive hangovers).
We had 2 newcomer bikes to road test. A puch maxi (Arnold) and a Puch Maxi Luxe (Luthor). We packed up our tools, grabbed 12 beers or so and fueled up. Noodles, Tweak, Mr. Ciao and I (Droidy) rode our standard route through the South Side. Then we started climbing the hill...
I don't know why that hill hates me so... but it does. I was testing the Luxe, which claims to provide abundant low end torque and has a reputation for hauling fat-assed old men up steep hills with ease, but for some reason it didn't like hauling my fat ass up this particular hill. The speed-o needle dropped to 10 and I pedaled myself up the entire hill. It sucked.
All the other bikes did fine. Mr. Ciao had no problem with his 2 speed maxi "Muncher", Tweak had no apparent difficulty with "Arnold" and Noodles seemed to fly up the hill with power to spare on his Peugeot 102 "The Ham". I don't know?.? That fucker of a hill just hates me. Some day, hill. When you least expect it! Just you wait. Some day...
So, we made it to the top of the hill and rode on. My bike was doing nicely going downhill (durrrr...), in fact Tweak and I were way ahead of Mr. Ciao and Noodles. Way ahead. We started climbing a slight incline and the bike slowed accordingly. As I looked back to check on the others, I could see Noodles in the distance gaining on me. After not too long he caught up and yelled that I should turn around as Mr. Ciao was not with us any longer, so turn around I did... Noodles continued to chase Tweak.
After backtracking for 3 miles I finally met up with Mr. Ciao. He informed me that we missed the exit to Uvas, so we had a few smokes and waited for the others to return. Dang, it took another 20+ minutes for them to make it back! Apparently, when Tweak saw Noodles riding up to him, he thought it was an opportunity to race, and wide-opened the throttle and eluded him for another few miles until the next incline...
So, we got back on track. The roads became winding and the surrounding trees were dense. Very nice! The hills were steep in places, but manageable. Within 30 minutes we were at Uvas.
So, we parked our rides and pounded a few brews and shot the shit for about 45 minutes until it started getting a bit dark and cold, then we readied our bikes to leave. After a few minor adjustments and refilling of the tanks, we started back, full throttle.
Everything went smooth until we came to the bottom of the hill where simultaneously Tweak and Noodles snapped their throttle cables. What are the chances?!? Well, obviously pretty good for us, huh. Tweak somehow manages to salvage the cable on "Arnold" and I connected the choke cable on "The Ham" to the carb, by-passing the original gas cable. Piece of cake, we were riding once again.
30 minutes later we were back at Mopedheadquarters drinking frosty cold ones. Hell yes!
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Thursday, August 16, 2007
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Current mood:  drunk
JACKS... I think............ (8/8/07)
 You never know when somebody might have a camera and will take a snapshot of you on your ride. Just be sure to keep it zipped up, or else you might find your self with a lawsuit that you just cannot afford! The police will continue to run from us! Old ladies will still have heart attacks as the rumble of our 2 stroke motors pound the sound of the hound. Beware of the Moped Hunter and Droid. We have no shame.
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Monday, August 06, 2007
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Current mood:  optimistic
Bailey Loop (testing grounds)
So, after the successful ride to Gilroy and back, we felt that our bikes were reliable enough for longer trips... but how well would they perform climbing the hills?
Mr. Ciao's 2 speed Puch Maxi "Muncher" and Noodle's Peugeot 102 "The Ham" weren't very worrisome. Even my single speed Puch Maxi "Skeletor", I felt, would climb hills with easy (It is a Puch, after all...) But that temperamental Grande "Black Widow". How would that beast do in the hills, after all the modifications we've made to it?
Black Widow had it's variable clutch and back wheel removed and changed for a ciao clutch and back wheel. A small pulley was fitted on the back wheel. The 12/10 carb was grounded to a 12.5/12.5 (or somewhere around there, and a Peugeot 102 exhaust was fitted, after a bit of the ol' chop n' weld, using handlebars from a scrap bicycle to create a fat tailpipe. We knew the top end was there, but how pathetic would the bottom end be?
I volunteered to ride Black Widow. I'm not sure why. I was just hoping that It would be able to crawl up the hills at a lousy 5 to 10mph under it's own power. I suppose we just needed to know for sure how well it would perform.
And so off we rode, with a new member in the gang... Tweak. The 4 of us took our typical route through the South Side. All the bikes were running pretty evenly, except Black Widows slow take off, but this was well compensated for by the top speed (around 35mph, or so).
Noodles suggested that we stop at South Side Cafe for a shot of whiskey and some beers, a brilliant idea. After some fast drinking, we were nearly to the foothills. The sun was shining, there was hardly any traffic, a perfect day for a ride. And then came the hills...
Noodles, Mr. Ciao and Tweak raced up the hill effortlessly, But I, (Droidy) and Black Widow had other plans. As the needle on the speed-o-meter started dropping to 20, then 15, then 10, so I started pedaling wildly. But the needle continued to drop, and when it hit 5 and 2 and finally 0, I started to cry like a baby. "I want my mommy!!!"... That's what I was thinking. "Lets go back home and get Felix" (my kitted-out 2 speed Maxi Sport), I suggested, but Mr. Ciao wouldn't have it. "Were half way to the top" he explained, but I continued to whine until Mr. Ciao agreed to swap bikes with me. Phew...
Yup... He pedaled that bike all the way to the top.
We cruised for a while and turned off into a parking lot next to the lake, and as soon as we arrived, a ranger pulled up in a truck and insisted that we leave because we had broken too many rules. That's what we do. So again we took off and eventually ended up on a dirt road, which led us to a creek. It was nice to be outside in the quiet, calm, peaceful, relaxing countryside. ahhhhh. OK, time to ride some more. We headed out of the hills and back to the South Side, stopping at a pizza joint for some pizza and beer. Noodles bought a pint of Jim Beam, which we all took a slug off, then headed back to Mopedheadquarters. Fuck Yeah!
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
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Current mood:  productive
Gilroy Garlic Invasion (7/29/07)
At long last, the day had finally arrived. 35 miles (approximately) each way... Final destination, the Gilroy Garlic Festival. With 3 newcomers riding along (Anarchy Man, Mad Dog and Suzi the Uzi), we thought the 6 of us had more than enough bikes. 8 runners was what we counted. 2 Ciao's, a Grande, 3 Puchs, a Peugeot and a Guzzi. OK, the Guzzi is a runner, but lags at takeoff, so that was looking like a last resort. All seemed well until we switched the fuel switch on, and the green ciao (Kermit) started pissing everywhere. Imagine that. A leaky Vespa. OK, whatever. Off we went, minus the leaky Ciao and the Guzzi, running the stop lights and paying no attention to street signs. Jumping and racing our way down Santa Teresa. It was lovely. Once out of the city, mountains to the left and right, quiet farmland and an open road became our playground. Easy Rider, eat your heart out! Nothing could fuck this up!!! Then the Grande (Black Widow) ran out of gas. For some dumb reason, we never think to check if a bike is out of gas until we tear a few things apart, and this time was no exception. So, a slight detour landed us at Chevron, where we topped off the bikes and continued towards Gilroy via Monterey highway. By this time, we were running short on time. It was approaching 6 o' clock, and gates were scheduled to close at that hour. With the Festival ending at 7:30, the $12 entrance fee was sounding less appealing, but we wanted some garlic, dammit. At last we saw some signs pointing the way, but we arrived at a parking lot. Eager to get there, Anarchy Man spontaneously rode the orange Ciao (Tony the Tiger) up to the police barricade, where he was immediately waved over by the fuzz. We pulled to the side and watched. And wondered. And said to each other... "What the hell is he doing???" Up rolled a police cruiser. "He's had it", we mumbled. OK....... And..... Whassup!?! Then Anarchy Man Starts riding off down a side street and the cruiser follows behind him and blasts something incoherent through hit loudspeaker. Uh huh. right...This is not good! But the po-po drives ahead and Anarchy Man follows behind... and then, for some mysterious reason, so do we. Something didn't seem right here. We were being led down some suburban side streets and the only thing I could think was that we were lambs being sent to the slaughter. I scoped the streets looking for the paddy wagon. Wait a second, hold on now, just a cotton pickin minute! Could this really be happening? Yes, I believe it is... We were getting a police escort right to the entrance! We got the sweet parking spot and headed to the gate. 3 minutes 'till 6 o' clock. Oh fuck! We tried to stroll through the entrance, but the lady there asked us if we had stamps or a ticket. Mr. Ciao replied "no..." and asked if we could go in for free, since it was late, and that we just wanted some garlic fries and we would be on our way, but she sent us off to the main entrance. We arrived there, disappointed to see 3 pigs working as ticket collectors. We explained that we just wanted to buy some garlic fries, but they insisted that we pay $12 each to go inside. Aw shit, this sucks we thought. But Mr. Ciao would not be defeated so easily. We cruised back to the lady and Mr. Ciao smoothly told her that the cops said we could go in for free. And, we were in! Nice. Straight to the garlic fries stand. Noodles, Mad Dog, Suzi the Uzi and I (Droidy, by the way)got the standard fries, drenched in garlic. Mr. Ciao and Anarchy Man found the tasty beer battered fries with pesto and garlic. Both were good. Unfortunately, the garlic beer wasn't being server any longer, so we stuffed our faces with various garlicy treats and returned to our rides. We decided to ride Monterey Hwy back and stop at the El Toro Brewery in Morgan Hill. Again, we were running the reds, and somehow managed to blatantly do this in front of patrol cars without incident. We must have been riding with angels. As we entered Morgan Hill, I thought to myself "This is just too dang easy. No breakdowns!" Just then, Noodles rides up next to me and explains that my back tire is low. Shit! We didn't bring a pump or fix-a-flat,and It's Sunday at like 7:30 pm! But we made it to the brewery and Mr. Ciao rides off to find a vendor. 3 India pale ales and 2 raspberry wheat somethings is what we drank as we waited. When Mr. Ciao returned he ordered a blackberry something or something. OK, it's getting dark and a few bikes were having electrical problems, so we headed down Monterey, racing against the night. Riding at night is a different ride. Both are nice. We cruised the remainder full throttle and without incident. With smiles from ear to ear. Sore. Achy and satisfied.
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