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In the midmorning hours the following day, Rhea had rushed through her chores and was getting cleaned up, putting on the dress that Portia had pulled out yesterday. She smoothed it over her figure, picking off a stray hair. From the bottom of the same closet she pulled out a pair of worn but decent looking dark brown shoes. These were salvaged from Scarlett’s massive collection.

Once feeling like she looked representable enough as a commoner, she grabbed one of her handmade bags and slung it over her shoulders. She didn’t expect to buy anything, mostly because she wasn’t paid to be a servant in her own home, and what she did have, she saved for only worst-case scenarios. But if she found a pretty flower, or a nice rock, she might pick it up to liven up her room a bit. She also had her sketching journal stashed inside which held many designs of dresses and clothing she wanted to make.

Bidding farewell to Portia, she left through the front door, feeling a strange sensation coming over her. How long had it been since she left without anyone demanding her presence, or anyone forbidding her from doing so? Years, definitely. Before the funeral and before Thelma, she was almost certain of that. Stepping down the stone steps and onto the path towards town, Rhea took a deep breath of clean air that had the slightest smell of the sea and smiled.

Median Shores was a quaint place. It used to be just a few houses of the nobles closest to the prior king. These days, it was a proper town, with more housing and shops and a proper town square. King Roland had been strict but fair, and he was also charming from what Rhea knew. He had a wife, but she ended up disappearing sometime before Rhea had been born. Because of her disappearance, the king fell ill and was sick for a long time. The searches for the queen eventually stopped once he neared death. When he died, there was no one to assume the throne other than his brother, the current king, Gareth Edwards.

Rhea remembered Gareth. He had lived with his family just down the road from her family. As she passed the now dilapidated structure, she paused and examined the yard. It was overgrown, with natural weeds and wildflowers growing thick and unruly. In her mind’s eye, she remembered herself and Cynfael, Gareth’s only child, running around and playing games together. Kicking a ball back and forth once in a while as their fathers visited over foreign relations and their mothers swapped family recipes. Both children on the ground, watching a line of ants marching towards food or their home. Days like that were rare back then, and impossible after Gareth took over the kingdom.

The last time Rhea and Cynfael had spent any time together was after King Roland’s funeral. They sat side by side on the beach, watching the water. The sun was setting and it was still a few days before the coronation.

Cynfael had picked up a stone and chucked it out with all the force a thirteen year old boy could muster. He let out a shout after it, hitting the sand with his fist. Rhea observed him quietly, and offered some words after he’d calmed down, “It’s okay, you know. To be mad, and to not like the situation you’re presented with.”

Cynfael sniffed and swiped at his eyes with his shirt sleeve. “It’s not fair. None of it is! Because he died, now my life has to change and I… I won’t get to see you anymore.”

“Nonsense!” Rhea declared boldly. “Your dad will be king, and he’ll be one of the best we’ve ever had. You’ll see. He knows we’re friends, and he wouldn’t isolate you from your friends, right?”

He had looked at Rhea with a dampness to his amber eyes, “I suppose not…”

Rhea smiled brightly, reaching over to pat his hand, “Keep your head up, Cynfael. Everything will be okay.”

The boy nodded, “Can you promise me something?”

“Depends on the something,” she teased.

“Marry me. When we’re older, marry me so we never have to be apart!”

Rhea’s eyes went wide and her face heated up with his brazen proclamation. “I-“

He suddenly held up his hands, face paling. “Wait! Don’t answer. I don’t think I could handle it if you said no. Just… forget it.” She didn’t say anything, but after a few moments of silence both of them started giggling. Despite his seriousness, or lack of awareness of what he’d just asked, they had ended the evening on a brighter note than they entered it. That last day became a fond memory in her mind, and she’d hoped and prayed that he had grown into a fine gentleman as the years passed. It had been a while since the last time she’d thought of Cynfael, especially since she was cut off from most of the news in the kingdom aside from what was overheard in her own house.

Taking another deep breath to recenter herself and clear her mind, she gave a small wave to the old house and continued down the path to town.

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Almost an hour later, she found herself in the town square, examining different trinkets and wares from various sellers. According to one of the townspeople she’d asked, today was the monthly Crafters’ Guild Market. Many people in the guild came to sell their products, much like the Farmers’ Markets she and her mother visited when she was a child. There were merchants and many more townspeople milling about, hauling wagons with goats or donkeys. Rhea found it fascinating.

She was bent over looking at a spinning flower pendant curiously just as there was a loud shout from a few stalls away. “Thief!” one of the merchants shouted at a thin woman.

“No!” the woman cried. “I swears by the heavens, I haven’t stolen a thing!”

Rhea stood up and walked closer, drawn in by the crowd forming. As a thin young woman herself, she slipped easily between people to see what was happening. An older man with a round belly was pointing to an empty spot on his table and he had one of the woman’s wrists in his other hand, clenching tightly. “Guards! Someone find the guards! This woman right here is a thief! She stole one of my fabrics!”

A low murmur passed through the crowd. Rhea noticed the fear in the woman’s eyes and her gaze traveled to the goat standing just behind the woman. There was a peculiar piece of “grass” hanging from its mouth. Rhea’s eyes moved to the man’s feet, just underneath the table. There was the crumpled pile of fabric, matching the piece in the goat’s mouth. She wondered if anyone else had noticed this while the man was still screaming about the theft.

Thudding footsteps alerted her to the sound of the guards coming, and she made the decision to step forward. She bent down to pick up the fabric on the ground and cleared her throat quietly. The man looked around before turning and seeing her. Noticing the fabric in her hands, he looked at her confused. “Pardon me, sir,” Rhea started, her voice calm. “Is this the fabric you’re missing?”

The man regarded her silently before dropping the other woman’s hand and nodding, “It is.”

“It was lying just under the table there. It seems the goat took a liking to it,” she added, amused.

He turned again to look at the goat, then groaned and snatched the fabric from her hands. He said something in a language she didn’t know and walked around to the back of the table. The woman stepped up to her and put her hand on her shoulder. “Oh, thank ye, miss, thank ye!” she said in a shaky voice. She scolded the goat and tugged on the leash as she hurried away from the man’s table.

The crowd dispersed and two guards had stepped up to talk to the man. Rhea smiled a little and turned to continue her browsing. Just as she did, she ran into someone’s chest. “Oh! Excuse me, I didn’t see you,” she apologized, stepping back to put space between them.

“Rhea?” an unfamiliar voice said her name.

She looked up, blinking. A man, taller than her by a few inches, stood with another even taller man at his side. He had short raven colored hair slicked back and shaved at the sides, with inquisitive amber eyes, a color that sparked her memory. “Cynfael?” she asked, astounded.

“You will address the royal prince accordingly, miss,” the man next to her old friend said in a gruff tone. Rhea noticed his piercing green eyes, the color of which reminded her of thick bright river moss. His mahogany colored hair was slightly longer than Cynfael’s and was left wavy, almost disheveled. She noticed a thick scar across his brow before she averted her gaze shyly.

“Alaric, please,” Cynfael put his hand on the man’s shoulder, “Rhea’s a friend, and she’s Henri Sr.’s daughter.”

The man named Alaric cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “I wasn’t aware he had a third daughter. Please excuse my ignorance, my Lady.”

“O-oh, no, I’m not a lady. Please, just call me Rhea,” she said nervously, avoiding that intense stare.

Cynfael chuckled quietly, “It’s so nice to see you after all this time!” he exclaimed, raising his arms as if measuring the years between them. “You’ve grown so much.”

“You should talk,” she smiled, “there was a time, if I remember correctly, where I was taller than you once.”

He puffed out his chest, placing one of his hands on it like a proud pigeon strutting around. “Thank you.”

“What are you doing out here? Shopping?” Rhea asked, gesturing to the market.

“On a leisurely stroll, as it were. I like to come to town and see how people are doing,” the prince said, looking around. “We heard the commotion from the street over and came right away.”

Cynfael gestured to the man next to him and suddenly became embarrassed. “I apologize, I haven’t introduced you. Forgive my lack of manners,” he turned back to Rhea, “this is Alaric Vaughn, Captain of the Royal Guard. My babysitter, for lack of a better word.”

Rhea grinned at the joke, turning to offer her hand to the captain. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Likewise, Lady Rhea,” Alaric took her hand and brought it to his lips. The stubble around his mouth poked her skin lightly, and the feeling of his warm touch sent pleasant shivers up her arm. She blushed, feeling out of place.

“Are we interrupting you right now?” Cynfael asked.

Rhea shook her head, “Not at all! It’s the first time in a while I’ve been out, so I was surprised to see this market. I was just looking around.” “Doing some shopping of your own?”

Her smile was more polite than anything as she shook her head sadly, “’fraid not, my friend. My purse is lacking, to put it mildly.”

Realization crossed over the prince’s face, “Didn’t the port master leave yesterday for Silverwater? Why are you here?”

“Ah, yes,” she shifted her weight uncomfortably, “Father and Thelma left with their children.” Her words were matter-of-fact and didn’t offer any more than that.

Alaric’s ever-aware gaze flicked between the two and he spoke up to clear the awkward air, “Perhaps, my Prince, Lady Rhea here was left to ensure the upkeep of the home while they’re gone.”

Cynfael nodded, “Of course. My apologies for questioning you so, Rhea.”

Rhea shook her head and waved her hands, “It’s no trouble, don’t worry about it.”

“Well, since we’re here and it’s a rare occasion, would you mind joining me for tea?” Cynfael smiled kindly at her. “Perhaps a meal?”

Her eyes flicked between the kind face of her old friend and the steely expression of the captain. “I-I don’t have any money—“

“It’ll be my treat, Rhea,” Cynfael interrupted her. In a softer voice he added, “Please let me do this for you.”

She looked down at her hands while she ran excuses through her head. No matter what she said, he’d try to interject into her plans. That’s just how Cynfael was. She smiled at the thought that she was here, in the flesh, to see he hadn’t changed, that the royal life hadn’t made him cold or hardened. Rhea finally nodded, “Of course, Prince. That sounds lovely.”

“Fantastic!” Cynfael grinned, walking forward and placing a hand on the small of her back as they escorted her out of the market. “I know a little place overlooking the water.”

She felt both joy and trepidation at the impromptu lunch invitation, wondering if her earlier observations were completely accurate about the prince. Not only that, but it had been so long that she’d conversed with anyone other than children or Portia. What if she made a fool of herself? Talked herself into a corner? She couldn’t let him find out about the state of her wellbeing, not right now. Her burdens were her own to bear, she believed that and reminded herself of it as she continued to walk with both men.

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bdsmsub67 · 14 days

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#bike leather #leather jacket #moto jacket #motorcycle jacket #biker jacket #moto life #moto love #bike #bikelife #bike life #bikelove #motorcycle leathers #motorbike #motorcycles #motobike #motorrad

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idareyoutwice · 2 years

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The Two Stroke Attack by Roland Sands Designs

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sucede-es · 3 months

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Indian FTR x RSD Super Hooligan

Roland Sands Design e Indian se han asociado para crear una FTR de edición limitada, inspirada en las carreras del Campeonato Nacional Super Hooligan.

El Campeonato Nacional Super Hooligan es una carrera en pista plana para motos no diseñadas para carreras en pista plana: una clase de carrera que se destaca por su emoción. La FTR x RSD Super Hooligan está construida sobre la FTR Carbon, con un V-twin de 1200 cc que genera 120 caballos de fuerza, una horquilla invertida Ohlins ajustable y un amortiguador trasero a cuestas.

La edición limitada RSD agrega carrocería en negro metalizado con gráficos de carreras Super Hooligan, un marco Indian Motorcycle Red y ruedas a juego con detalles dorados, y el logotipo del campeonato No. 1 de Indian Motorcycle Racing en las placas de matrícula delanteras y laterales. La FTR X RSD Super Hooligan está limitada a 300 unidades en todo el mundo.

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many ttrpg characters for you, my friend!!

first off, my good good pulp cthulhu boy Roland! (I did introduce him when the game started, but that was a Whole Year Ago and he's been on my mind because I've been binging Malevolent, so!)

he's the (currently in game) 26 y/o fantasy son of Howard Carter, the Egyptologist who isn't much good at fighting, but IS quite good at languages (he started the game with 5 and picked up a bit of a 6th just sitting in a cafe for a day) and sticking his nose into trouble (a dust monster partially blinded him last sesh, but it's ok! he got better AND was smart enough to not try to shoot a rifle while trying to blink away the supernatural pocket sand)

he's the MOST fascinated with the occult and weird eldritch stuff people keep whispering about (even though he can't believe what eshe saw) and i'm sure Nothing Bad Will Come Of That At All :)

he's perfect and i love him and i WILL cry if something kills him

next up: Lynne Cadogan!

this is an old monster of the week character of mine, but she was SO much fun. she's a demon, works in a flower shop, has an angel best friend & partner in crime/pretending to be cops/playing detective, drives a mint green prius and has a sawed-off shotgun in a pastel backpack

if her game ever crossed over with tma, she'd find a way to get on ghost hunt uk SPECIFICALLY so she could harass the ghosts and/or melanie and/or the entire archives staff

in answering this ask, i pulled out my binder of all my old character sheets and man there are SO many good ones, but i'm gonna go with Juran for #3 because i think his design is cool as FUCK and heroforge got advanced enough a while back for me to actually get close to what i had envisioned! (and yes he was named for the umbra questline song from warframe that makes me cry every time i hear it)

he was my character for an angelic homebrew @warlordfelwinter made and ran years and years ago and i don't remember most of what happened (my literal only note says "vaguely remembered fighting in a battle and then woke up in a lake of fire" lmao) but i DO remember that he was a messenger and would use his big-ass wings to catch thermals and jetstreams and the like to be Quick with his deliveries, and that he ended the game with a bag of beans (unused) and an iguana (heroforge only had a turtle)

[send me a !! and i'll introduce you to an oc!]

#//juri answers #ask games #the oc intros one #thanks!!!#man past me felt silly for keeping all my character sheets from campaigns & oneshots #but current me is very glad for it #it's fun to look back on like a scrapbook!#oc: roland carter #oc: lynne cadogan #oc: juran

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boanerges20 · 1 year

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BMW R90 S Roland Sands Design

#motorcycle #bmw #r90s #roland sands #roland sands design #rsd #concept #sport heritage motorcycle #sport bike #cafe fighter #cafe racer #moto love #lifestyle

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byneddiedingo · 2 years

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Emil Belton and Zoe Zandvliet in Land of Mine (Martin Zandvliet, 2015) Cast: Roland Møller, Louis Hofmann, Joel Basman, Mikkel Boe Følsgaard, Mads Riisom, Oskar Bökelmann, Emil Belton, Oskar Belton, Laura Bro, Zoe Zandvliet. Screenplay: Martin Zandvliet. Cinematography: Camilla Hjelm. Production design: Gitta Malling. Film editing: Per Sandholt, Molly Malene Stensgaard. Music: Sune Martin. The English title, Land of Mine, is an unfortunate but perhaps irresistible pun. The original Danish title was Under Sandet -- "Under the Sand" -- which lacks resonance with its central theme: the cruelty inflicted by victors on the vanquished. Land of Mine at least picks up on that theme, the patriotic urge to revenge one's country on those who attacked it, as well as indicating the action of the film, the defusing and disposal of land mines planted by the Germans along the Danish coast during World War II. It focuses on the Danish Sgt. Carl Rasmussen (Roland Møller), tasked with training and supervising a company of German prisoners of war who are the ones who do the terrifying work of locating unexploded mines along the seashore. When we meet Rasmussen, he is brutally beating a German soldier who has had the audacity to pick up a Danish flag as a souvenir, so the officers in charge of the land mine detail are fairly certain that he will be no softy when it comes to handling the POWs. It turns out that the prisoners are very young -- barely out of their teens, late conscripts into the German army in the waning days of the war. Rasmussen and the POWs are billeted on a woman who has a small farm near the shore, and who shares his hatred for the Germans, stinting on the food she is supposed to provide the young men. She also has a young daughter, who in her innocence bears no grudge against the men and happily plays with one of them until her mother sends him away. It's a situation full of suspense, of course, but writer-director Martin Zandvliet can't seem to stay away from the obvious plotting clichés. We know that there will be some sort of rapprochement between Rasmussen and his fresh-faced charges. When we see that two of the young men are twins, who have dreams of returning to Germany and using their bricklaying skills to help rebuild their country, we're pretty sure that one or both of them will have to die. The hard-bitten sergeant shows no affection to anyone except his dog, so we're certain that the dog's a goner. We're not surprised when the little girl wanders off into the minefield and has to be rescued by the Germans, causing a change of heart in the girl's mother. And so on to the end of the film, which is supposed to be heartwarming but really feels like a foregone conclusion, a working-out of the movie's moral vision. Forgiveness is a fine and necessary thing, but Land of Mine too often sacrifices the drama for the sermon, just as the intrinsic facetiousness of the titular pun undercuts the seriousness of the film's intent.

#Land of Mine #Martin Zandvliet #Emil Belton #Zoe Zandvliet

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Speed Read: RSD’s nitrous-fueled BMW R18 drag bike and more

This edition of Speed Read might just boast the biggest difference in engine size we’ve ever featured. We go from a monstrous nitrous-fueled BMW R18 from Roland Sands Design, to a 49 cc Suzuki scooter from Taiwan’s MetalCave. We also look at the limited edition Ducati Monster Senna, and a lightly-fettled Indian FTR 1200 from Motocrew. BMW R18 by Roland Sands Design California’s Roland Sands…

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RSD Tracker Exhaust for Harley-Davidson

ROLAND SANDS Design has teamed up with Vance & Hines to introduce a stylised, black ceramic 2-into-1 exhaust system. The RSD Tracker 2-into-1 Exhaust System fuses RSD styling and design with Vance & Hines racing performance. Beautifully hand-welded 2-into-1 head-pipes boast a race-quality, high-temperature black ceramic coating. Carefully detailed and drilled chrome heat shields are minimalist…

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sucede-es · 8 months

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Buell Super Cruiser 2025

Buell está experimentando un renacimiento con su anunciada Super Cruiser 2025, ya que ha acumulado más de 115 millones de euros en pedidos anticipados.

El CEO de Buell, Bill Melvin, destacó que el modelo rompe moldes en estilo, musculatura y rendimiento para V-twin americanos. Aunque los detalles sobre la Super Cruiser 2025 son escasos, se sabe que compartirá la plataforma 1190 de la marca y está siendo desarrollada por Roland Sands Design.

Buell ha estado trabajando en varios modelos para 2025, todos con el motor V-twin ET-V2 de 1190 cc ajustado electrónicamente para adaptarse a diferentes filosofías. Se espera más información en el futuro.

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DIY legendary BOSS DS-1 distortion and 3 its deep secrets

Many guitarists consider the DS-1 to be the worst-sounding guitar pedal. Could this 1978 Roland design be a failure and is now hopelessly outdated?

However, the idol of millions, Kurt Cobain, the author of world-favorite solos John Frusciante, and electric guitar classics Steve Vai and Joe Satriani either did not know that the BOSS DS-1 sounds terrible or managed to make it sound good.

We can get a good sound out of this classic pedal, too. For that, we'll put it, listen to it, and start by studying the circuitry.

Like most other guitar pedals, it is powered by a 9-volt battery. In the case of overdrive and distortion pedals, this battery not only gives you independence from the power supply but, oddly enough, also plays a part in shaping the sound.

Lovers of vintage pedals also prefer vintage, saline-type batteries. The fact is that the Leclanche manganese-zinc cell has not only less capacity and durability but also a higher internal resistance than the more modern alkaline cell.

The high internal resistance of a battery is usually a bad thing. But in the case of guitar amplification, the drawdown of the supply voltage due to the current consumption changes the character of the sound for the better.

After all, the task of a guitar circuit - pedals, amplifier, cabinet with speakers, as opposed to hi-fi equipment - is not to accurately reproduce the input signal but to distort it beautifully. Beautiful, i.e., softened, which is achieved by power sagging.

Mesa Boogie is the world leader in amplifying heavy, overdriven guitar styles. It equipped its flagship product, the Triple Rectifier head, with a rectifier switch: tube and solid-state.

And for the creators and buyers of the amplifier, it was so important that the word Rectifier became the central part of its name! The fact is that different rectifiers have different load characteristics, so they limit the output signal in different ways. And it is necessary to soften it. Otherwise, you will get unpleasant to the ear "sand".

And the miniature, all-semiconductor Spirit of Metal by Hughes & Kettner has not a rectifier switch but an entire SAGGING knob that adjusts to simulate the load response of the power supply.

This adjustment proved so crucial for designers and musicians that one of only four knobs on the front panel was dedicated to it. A second tone knob could have been made, such as an ultra-low resonance or an ultra-high frequency preset, like the Peavey 6505 and many other amplifiers.

Or the opposite, you could make a smooth adjustment from vintage mid boost to modern mid scoop.

In different amplifiers, pedals, and even electronic loads instead of a cabinet, this knob or switch may have different names: CONTOUR, VOICING, SCOOP, SHAPE.

Each adjustment mentioned is extremely useful for shaping the desired guitar sound. However, Mesa Boogie, Hughes & Kettner, KORG, Danelectro, and many other guitar equipment manufacturers have found the power drawdown of tube and transistor amplifiers to be just as effective, if not more so, in coloring the sound.

Knowing this feature of the guitar equipment, you can understand the purpose of the resistor R38 and the diode D3 in the left middle part of the circuit. The pedal is powered directly from the battery and from the power supply through a silicon diode, which draws about 0.7 volts, and a 470-ohm resistor, on which every milliampere of current consumption will cause a draw of as much as 0.47 volts.

And this diode is not a protection diode. The protection diode D1 is in the classic reverse circuit at the bottom left. If you connect the power supply or a 9-volt battery in the wrong polarity, the diode will short out the power and save the rest of the circuit.

A circuit of resistor R38 and diode D3 simulates the load characteristic of a vintage saline battery when powered by a 9-volt adapter. This is the first of the little-known technical secrets of the DS-1 pedal, which is hard to notice if you don't know what power sagging is.

The LED D10 on the right in the middle of the circuit is also connected via the 5.1-volt Zener diode D2. The Zener diode is needed so the LED does not glow when the pedal is powered by a dead battery.

So the LED light means that the distortion effect is working and the battery is working. If the LED does not shine, the battery needs to be replaced. The circuit, resembling a multivibrator on transistors Q4 and Q5, is a flip-flop that switches between two steady states every time the button is pressed.

With this flip-flop, a buffered bypass is performed: the JFET transistors Q7 and Q8 connect the output buffer input Q3 to the volume control output VR2 or the input buffer output Q1. And Q6 enables or disables the buffered guitar signal to the preamplifier Q2.

Note that if there is no power from the adapter or battery, the guitar signal from the pedal's input will not get to the output. This is because it is a buffered bypass, not a true bypass.

Also note that if no external power plug is connected, the battery power is consumed as long as the input jack is plugged in, regardless of whether the distortion effect is engaged or isn`t.

You can find the same or almost the same in many other pedals. The most common is the overdrive circuit on the operational amplifier and silicon diodes. But the Q2 preamplifier is the second secret of the circuit.

It is the usual NPN transistor-based amplifier stage with a common emitter. But the catch is that this stage has a little headroom designed for classical Fender single pickups, P-90, and PAF humbuckers.

It's with these pickups that the DS-1 sounds just fine. But if you connect a guitar with more advanced pickups: hot rod, super distortion, active EMG, the pre-amp stage Q2 will be overloaded with the input signal, and we will hear an ugly, "transistor", "sandy" overdrive, even if we have the most boutique guitar cabinet and the finest tube amplifier.

And now, the third secret of the good old pedal. We used to call the pedal platforms the tube powerhouses with crystal clear sound and large headroom, such as Fender, Tone King, and Hiwatt.

But the concept of pedal platforms didn't exist in the 1970s! And pedals were designed not as full-fledged amp-in-a-box pre-amps but as an additional warm-up for an overdriven amp, such as the Marshall Plexi.

When plugged into the crystal-clear, "glass" channel of a Fender-like amplifier or into the line input of a mixing console, audio interface, or hi-fi amplifier, the BOSS DS-1 will sound no good.

But an overdriven channel of some Marshall, or as I have, Orange Micro Terror, will reveal all the beauty of the classic sound of this beautiful pedal. If you get a guitar with the right pickups. In this video, with examples of sound and the process of assembling my pedal, I'm playing a semi-hollow Harley-Benton TE-90QM with sound pickups P90, which I adore. The Two notes Torpedo Captor X electronic load handles the guitar cabinet emulation.

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The pedal is assembled from the DS-1 with a 1590 B-style box from LANDTONE, aka TTONE. Under the MOEN effect lab brand, they also sell pre-assembled pedals.

Interestingly, the company makes two different types of kits marked DS-1. The one I assembled is a BOSS clone. It has round variable resistors, black jack sockets with a red stripe, and three transistors in the kit because it uses true bypass.

There is another set from the same manufacturer, DISTORTION-1 or NO-1, without transistors, with two 5 mm LEDs, square potentiometers and black jack sockets without red stripe. I also ordered and will assemble it, but it will be a clone not of BOSS but another pedal.

The color of the pedal body, the images, and the inscriptions on it can be different in different kit variants. And then there is the DS-2, "Dragon Roar" without LEDs and transistors. And I will build it one day, too, because I like guitar electronics and quality DIY kits.

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