Gen X, Boomer, whatever, this is going to hurt.

LOL!

Round Two

But for the first time in ten years I can actually see the tops of my toolboxes.

There was crap piled up clear over the tops of the lids when they were open a week ago.

I had a young guy who I worked with come over and between the garage and yardwork, we spent THREE DAYS cleaning shit. I took last Monday off because the annual Rental Management Company Inspection was on Tuesady.

He raked and bagged up two full truckloads of apples that had fallen, twice. Once the weekend before.

It cost me over $600 between him, the dump fees and gas just for that.

When the Inspector came out I took him over and had a little chat with him about that fucking apple tree. It has been a nightmare since we moved in here every year. I told him I had already paid the $600 , that the yard was clean 3 days ago and that there was already another truck load of apples on the ground. I was just out getting the mail and looking back across the street, that apple tree is at least 35 feet high and there are probably another two or three truckloads that still haven’t fallen off yet.

I told him I wasn’t looking to be reimbursed but I am pretty much done fucking with apples and having to pay to get rid of them.

This was last Saturday after he got done cleaning it up,

And this was Monday, two days later,

You can’t use them because when they fall they bust open and they make a huge fucking mess.

He said he is going to get the owners to cut it back.

Finally.

I am officially Medically Handicapped now and I literally can’t rake and bag fucking apples anymore and I already spend way too much time, energy and money hauling yard debris out of this fucking place in the first place, even without dealing with the apples.

But anyway, back to the garage, I have pictures.

Now that it’s all cleaned up, I started working on the Sprite again.

I got the sound deadener put in the passenger side today and actually started putting the carpet kit I’ve had sitting in a box for 5 years in it for test fitting. I didn’t get a picture of that, I had to stop and put everything away and cover it back up because the pain flared up real bad,.

I can only do a little at a time but I am chipping away at that little fucker.

I called that kid earlier to see if he can go with me to the local Pick-N-Pull wrecking yard tomorrow to help me find some seats to throw in it and get them home.

We shall see what happens tomorrow.

I haven’t heard one word from the media about his condition all week.

As far as I’m concerened the traitorous bastard has been brain dead for years and now I’m just waiting for confirmation that the rot that started in his head has spread to the rest of his corpse.

A REAL parts house?

A couple-three years ago, the local Mom and Pop Auto Parts Store that I have been going to for years got bought out by NAPA when they retired.

They had been in business for over 30 years and I heard about them years before I ever actually went in there.

They were local legends in the repair industry around here.

Their daughter still manages the place.

Sometime last year I had to go up there for something stupid and when I pulled up in front of the place I saw a huge 10 yard dumpster sitting on the side of the building with stuff sticking out of it.

I was curious and had a bad feeling when I first saw it.

Sure enough, when I got up to it, it was completely full of all of their old books and even the metal stands they used to sit on in long rows.

I was heartbroken. The worst part was that when I went in to ask If I could dig through it and save some of it from destruction they said no, Corprorate wouldn’t let anyone touch any of it and it had to go.

Needless to say, most of the old guys that had been there for years got pushed out and replaced by young girls. There are still a couple of guys there that know what they are doing but for the most part, NAPA has gone Full SCMUCK’S.

The place is still far and away the best place around but it will be forever diminished because of the intentional destruction of all of that knowledge and the abilities to use it.

And they like to call that Progress?

There is another NAPA a few miles away that I used to go to but after 3 bad experiences with a Bull Dyke they had hired who finally refused to help me for no other reason that I called her out for NOT KNOWING HOW TO USE THE BOOKS THEY STILL HAD,

I told the manager that I would never darken their doorstep again.

So far I have made good on that.

I can’t tell you how much I miss the old Graybeards who knew what the fuck they were doing and knew the parts interchanges by heart.

Every time I get asked if my vehicle has air conditiong when all I want is fucking wiper blades, it kills my soul just a little bit more.

I might have to get a couple of these.

What my Grandma used to call “Mystery Pains”

When something starts hurting for no good reason.

I will be off the air Wednesday afternoon as I have to turn off and turn in my router and modem to the local cable company as I am moving to the Mid-West. I will not be back on until after Aug 1st or so. I have an appointment for service where I am going on Aug 1st. Phil will be running the blog for about ten days, he’ll get to remember if he can still post… Be nice to him.

Good on the cop for not putting up with the crazy.

Because it’s OBVIOUSLY crazy.

More of this please.

And if you are a Geezer like me, you will remember this little tune from back in the day. Seemed really appropriate.

Doing it in a boat on a river in New York is off the scale.

Sent to me from my friend Leigh.

Amazingly enough he had some time when he wasn’t working his ass off fixing something.

I didn’t think that ever happened!

He is an amazing guy.

That’s all I ask.

You know you really, really fucked up when the Gumball Machine lights up.

I don’t even know how many that makes anymore. 5, 6?

Every two years like clockwork and I’m not even joking.

Every other Summer I’m down there wipping out my card and paying a bunch of money on a stupid cell phone.

I am ABSOLUTELY NOT paying big money for one of the damn things either.

And for anyone who wants to say, “well there ya go ya cheapskate, you get what you pay for”.

Not so Grasshopper.

While I’m bitching and griping to the guy behind the counter about it, he tells me he has the same problem with THIRTEEN HUNDRED DOLLAR PHONES!!!

Screw that!

I don’t even know what just the phone cost because of course you have to get the screen protector and a new case.

Which has some kind of Orange shit all over it.

Excuse me people, I’m not 14 years old. I don’t give a rat’s ass about your bling.

I’m 66 fucking years old. I just want a plain old Black Plastic motherfucker that does the job, OK?

But no.

Don’t have those in stock.

Whatever.

Bonus round just for fun, the new phone comes with a charging cable but no wall wart.

Oh no no no, you gotta buy that separate!

Insert face palm here.

The one I have been getting don’t have the little SIM cards in them. Now they have to sit them side by side and download everything wirelessly. Of course those rotten fuckers at GOOGLE are involved because all my videos and pictures somehow automatically get sent to them and are stored in that ONE DRIVE cloud shit which I ABSOLUTELY HATE!!

I have tried repeatedly to shut that off but somehow every time I turn around it’s back.

Out the door, I think it all came to about $375 and it took an entire hour.

The old one shit the bed after I was texting my brother and sent him a picture.

It locked up tighter than a Preacher’s prick in a calf’s ass.

I tried restarting it and it went through all the bullshit like it always does and then the screen went black and wouldn’t do anything. So I tried it again with the same result.

Fuck hat noise!

Because I have to use these things at work all the time and they actually kick me an extra $60 a month to go towards my phone bill, I am not even playing around with this shit.

I had the choice of them giving me a work phone, which absolutely not, if I can help it or give me some extra money to use my personal phone.

Theirs came with an encyclopedia of rules and horse shit I ain’t even messing with.

So down to the phone store I went.

The old one will get tossed in a drawer in an old tool box with the rest of them I have collected over the last 10 years until the day I decide they are taking up too much space and I pitch them.

Hopefully this one will last until I am fucking retired and I won’t have to worry about even having one of the fucking things anymore If I don’t want to.

Especially because it’s Cop VS. Lawyer.

Mute your sound first per Igor…

I took my son down to Woodburn Oregon to the drags this morning. Actually, he drove. Unfortunately my Grandson was unable to attend due to a commitment at the last minute this morning which disappointed me severely. I was really looking forward to turning him on to some Vintage Iron.

Also unfortunately, I only got about two hours of freaking sleep last night and I can’t seem to doze off completely this evening to get caught up. But my son and I had a great time.

When we got there and got in, we found out it was a MOPAR Only meet and they did not disappoint. Lot’s of early 60’s and 70’s Dodge and Plymouth dragsters.

There was aslo SCADS of the later model Cuda’s and Challengers, like 50 of them.

There was a car show out front and there were some absolutely stunningly restored cars, going all the way back to the late 50’s with one ’48.

Several trucks and station wagons ran also, including one 1961 wagon that had my jaw dropped at it’s time and speed. High 9 seconds and over 130 miles an hour!

They were also running the full quarter mile which was cool.

So we had a great time!

I got to thinking about it and the last time I went to the drags was at that same track, clear back in the mid 90’s!

I just wish I had taken more pictures but it was good for my soul to see and hear a bunch of Big Blocks running full throttle with open headers again.

Even the little Slant Sixes were impressive.