@budol_ni_juswa: Sun Racing Spirit Cvt set subok na pag dating sa performance #sunracing #cvt #cvtips #cvtset #sunracingcvt

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diko_alam731
￴￴ ￴￴ ￴￴ ￴￴ ￴￴ :
malakas ba sa ahon yan
2026-06-27 12:50:40
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skibidiiiiiii_0
MountainDew :
2026-05-24 04:25:05
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jimesnicoleronquillo
👉NICOLE 👈 :
top speed boss
2025-11-17 09:57:10
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gonsss8
.. :
Pang m3 boss?
2025-11-21 21:55:55
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jhonelrafer24
Nel :
pede na SA Beat Carb?
2025-08-24 08:07:05
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khaiiiiiisabbbb
👮🏻 :
meron napo ako ganayn kaso arangkada okay pero pag tapak ng 60 para hira maka 70 ung takboo
2025-04-05 12:34:25
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ribinskieee
@ :
pwede poba yan sa mio 125 yamaha?
2025-07-13 03:01:59
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poginainhinyero
LABO GAMING :
Boss nagpakabit ako ng sun racing cvt set pero hindi nilagay yung magic washer na 1mm at .5 mm kasi naka stock lining at bell daw ako okay lang ba yun? - mio gear
2025-08-08 07:09:58
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theyfwtating
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎Vincetf 𖣂 :
boss ano ba ang papalitan pag mag kakabit ng cvt
2025-04-18 16:55:26
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qpalcababoss
papijhn :
for mio soul i125?
2025-10-28 11:03:05
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tisoyyy_hans29
Tip? :
kymco superz po pwede va
2025-07-24 10:18:54
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bosslenzyyy_
Bosslenzy :
Okay lang kahit stock?
2025-10-24 02:01:01
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rexiacodm
rexia plays :
boss pa recommend naka sun pulley din 1k springs 11g bola ma hiyaw at marpm any tips po? same unit po tyo
2025-05-02 14:47:51
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wilmer_eparwa_tachado
@demens_wil :
Pwedi ba yan boss rusi passion 125??
2025-07-27 16:25:08
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zned.0
Tobi :
pcx boss pweyde
2025-05-30 01:02:32
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jaihoocabrera
Jairo Cabrera :
goods kaya bola jan 11 9 combi
2025-08-10 11:40:03
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yakult___soda
JG :
ilan grams bola boss
2025-06-08 09:36:02
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hazardos.pock
.,. :
Yung akin nga loads 110 kilo pa ako stack lang 114 takbo
2025-06-26 12:50:02
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hambolbiyahero
Hambol Biyahero :
anong bola gamit mo idolo
2025-04-03 14:40:04
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urboym4rky
Mark :
malakas po ba da gas yan?
2025-04-30 10:17:12
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shatel595
Alvin Marquez💫 :
hm po pang m3?
2025-08-08 13:29:51
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potz004
Potzz😴 :
May bola na bang kasama if meron ilang grams yung included?
2025-06-09 09:17:53
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mr.d3694
Mr.D :
dinga nasagad oh haha
2025-05-17 10:41:25
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johnphillipdumabo
John Kyle :
Solid
2025-08-01 16:00:01
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jdn_1820
PotatoM3 :
nag lagay ako ng 10 12 flyball sa m3 ko, triny ko kung goods lang ugong nya, biglang tumilapon yung pulley ko, lumipad yung mga bola at kung ano pang meron sa pulley, anong mali kong nagawa?
2025-08-24 11:42:56
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May 1948, Calabria, Southern Italy. The donkey’s name was Bruno. The woman was Elena Marino, twenty-seven years old. The sleeping child in her arms was Sofia, age two. The smiling barefoot girl beside the road was Rosa, six. The boy carrying the basket was Marco, four. The dusty road led toward the market outside Crotone, nearly five miles away. The baskets hanging from the donkey carried cheese, olives, herbs, and vegetables gathered from small hillside plots. Although the war had officially ended three years earlier, poverty still gripped much of southern Italy. While northern cities slowly rebuilt factories and industry, many rural southern families survived through farming, market trade, and whatever work could still be found in the countryside. Elena’s husband had spent the war years imprisoned in Germany and returned home weakened and ill shortly after the fighting ended. He died from tuberculosis in 1947, leaving Elena alone with three small children, a few acres of rocky land, and the family donkey. From that point forward, the road to market became part of daily survival. The photograph was reportedly taken by a visiting foreign photojournalist documenting conditions across postwar Europe. The blanket wrapped around the sleeping child came from international relief supplies distributed throughout the region after the war. One of Marco’s boots had belonged to his father, several sizes too large, while his other foot remained bare against the dirt road. A few years later, the family left Calabria and moved north searching for factory work near Turin. But Elena kept the photograph for the rest of her life. Relatives later remembered her pointing toward the donkey in the picture and quietly saying: “We only had a few feet carrying all of us forward, but somehow it was enough.”
May 1948, Calabria, Southern Italy. The donkey’s name was Bruno. The woman was Elena Marino, twenty-seven years old. The sleeping child in her arms was Sofia, age two. The smiling barefoot girl beside the road was Rosa, six. The boy carrying the basket was Marco, four. The dusty road led toward the market outside Crotone, nearly five miles away. The baskets hanging from the donkey carried cheese, olives, herbs, and vegetables gathered from small hillside plots. Although the war had officially ended three years earlier, poverty still gripped much of southern Italy. While northern cities slowly rebuilt factories and industry, many rural southern families survived through farming, market trade, and whatever work could still be found in the countryside. Elena’s husband had spent the war years imprisoned in Germany and returned home weakened and ill shortly after the fighting ended. He died from tuberculosis in 1947, leaving Elena alone with three small children, a few acres of rocky land, and the family donkey. From that point forward, the road to market became part of daily survival. The photograph was reportedly taken by a visiting foreign photojournalist documenting conditions across postwar Europe. The blanket wrapped around the sleeping child came from international relief supplies distributed throughout the region after the war. One of Marco’s boots had belonged to his father, several sizes too large, while his other foot remained bare against the dirt road. A few years later, the family left Calabria and moved north searching for factory work near Turin. But Elena kept the photograph for the rest of her life. Relatives later remembered her pointing toward the donkey in the picture and quietly saying: “We only had a few feet carrying all of us forward, but somehow it was enough.”

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