When we moved into this place 8 years ago, I went up to a used appliance/repair shop that has unfortunately since went away and bought a matching set of refurbished Maytag washer and dryer for $450, delivered and installed.. After a week we found out the dryer actually worked a little too well, you could smell hot clothes all the way around the house. One phone call, they sent a guy out and he used a hand held temp sensor and confirmed my suspicions that it was actually running way too hot.

An hour later the thermostat was replaced and we have not had one single issue with either one of them other than the plastic switch actuator on the dryer door that always breaks off.

No electronic anything on either one of them, just the old twist and pull knobs.

My Mom has been dead for at least two years now and she went through two sets of washers and driers in 6 years. Samsung expensive as fuck models.

Like $1600 just for a POS washer that didn’t last a full 2 years.

If either one of these units we have shits the bed for any reason, I will pay a premium to have someone fix them.

I absolutely refuse to have electronic appliances.

Why in the fuck would I want my toaster to be able to tell me what time it is in Tokyo or to be able to access my purchase history on Amazon?

I sure as shit don’t need my refrigerator being connected to the internet for any reason whatsoever either.

Keep It Simple Stupid is my operating principal for just about everything I have to deal with and will be until I take the Dirt Nap.

It’s why I drive thirty plus year old vehicles too.

Went and saw a doctor today to get evaluated. I have been cleared to go back to work Monday.

Dammit.

I was thoroughly enjoying not having to do that.

It is what it is. When I finally can’t turn wrenches for a living I’ll find something else to do.

I finally got off my dead ass and did some more work on the Sprite floorboard project today.

First I went and bought some spray on rust converter and then I cleaned all around where I cut the floor out with acetone before spraying it on all around the hole. Then I sprayed the patch piece with some Weldable Primer I ordered a couple of weeks ago.

After that I also sprayed it around the inside of the car where it is going to be welded on.

After all that, I slid the patch into place and had the Wifely Unit come out and press down on the patch piece because it’s a bit warped from the manufacturer while I slid underneath and traced the edge of the cut out so I could see where I needed to drill all the holes so I can spot weld it into place.

Then of course all the drilling etc.

Then I cut out around the rear spring perch bracket and got it final fitted and ready to weld in with one more final coat of primer on the patch.

I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Depending on the weather I might actually get this welded up before Friday.

We shall see.

There are a couple things I would add to this but overall he pretty much sums it up.

Check this shit out…

And he is just getting started.

Lemme tell ya, the newest vehicle I own is 32 years old now.

The other one is 61 fucking years old.

You can fuck straight off if you think you are going to force me to get rid of them.

This assclown is looking to get a bunch of cops shot for trying to enforce this bullshit.

Ain’t nobody up there got any extra money to be throwing at these imaginary problems.

Shit, they can barely afford to keep gas in their rigs from what I hear.

Try and pull that shit down here and I guarandamTEE ya there would be blood in the streets.

If you added up the value of all the customs, hot rods and vintage rigs We The People own I would be surprised if it was less than A BILLION dollars.

Yeah, go ahead and try and abolish that shit Jack.

I’m thinking Alberta is incoming rather soon at this rate.

I’m fine with that too.

But it sure as fuck is American.

As for the Morans over at Reddit, the little blurb about the drone says it all.

You Go Owen Brown!!

That is hardcore.

Good onya son.

I started stealing cigarettes from my parents once in a while clear back in 1970 when I was 10 years old.

By that time I was already a veteran beer drinker and was also swiping my old mans Seagrams 7 and McNaughtens whiskey and downing it straight

So basically 55 years I have been a documented delinquent.

I have quit smoking a couple of times, once for over a year. That was back in the late 80’s when the cheeky bastards at the convenience stores started putting cigarettes in a cup next to the register and selling them for 10 cents.

One thin dime and I was off to the races again.

I have quit a couple times since but after a while started in again. Currently, I haven’t smoked a cigarette since the morning of my last surgery, March 17th.

I am using a Vape the wife gave me but even with that I am not ingesting even half of the nicotine I was , plus none of that tar and other crap that go with cigarettes.

What may have inspired this post and that headline you may ask?

My damn truck..

Every time I have gotten in that damn thing since the surgery the inside of the truck has smelled like a giant rolling ashtray.

The reek would just slam you in the face every time I opened the door.

I finally couldn’t stand it anymore so today I opened that ashtray up and cleaned it out. Along with several butts and a bunch of ashes all over the place.

I almost feel bad because it was a virgin when I bought the truck but whatever.

So hopefully that stink will be gone now. If not, there are escalating steps that can be taken…

I have a cousin who used to live here in Washington, Washougal to be exact.

He is the reason I moved over here from Portland after I graduated college back in 1991.

He offered me a place to live at his house and we were roomies for a couple of years at least.

His name is Mark and he is a Stand Up guy.

He came in to town last weekend for a family matter and while he is here, he swung by and did a shit ton of yard work for me that I haven’t been able to do. I dug out the weed eater and got it going and he went to town.

Again.

I say again because he was in town last year when I sent out a plea for help and a whole bunch of friends and family showed up to clean the yard. Last year there was 9 of us total and it took 6 hours and 3 trips to the recycling place with yard debris to get the joint cleaned up.

I used to do it all by myself but those days are gone.

Mark is two weeks older than my younger brother and has been more like a brother than a cousin for a long time.

He reads the Blog to keep up with me because he lives in Texas now after he got married to a wonderful woman.

So Thank You again my man, it’s always great to see you and I’m looking forward to catching you again before you head back home.

Lova ya dude.