Because you are going to be seeing it and hearing about it non stop for the next few years.

Because a very select few people want it, have planned it and are making it happen.

The muffler was bad in my old Chevy when I got it over a year ago.

Trust me when I say, it hasn’t gotten any better.

The thing sounds like shit and I leave for work at 6 AM every morning.

I’m sure more than one neighbor has been getting woke up when that old bastard fires up.

So I called a local muffler shop right after I got off work, while I was still in the parking lot.

I tell the guy what I have, 89 Chevy 1/2 ton, 2 wheel drive, 350 Small Block, I believe 2 1/2 into the muffler and it has two tail pipes coming out the back.

Wayul he says, it depends.

(Here we fucking go)

It depends on if’n your tail pipes ain’t rotten.

If they are still OK, it’ll be $185.

But.

But we’re booked solid for two weeks.

Now if’n your tail pipes are rotten, I can do a 2 1/2 in and a 2 1/2 out for $180, plus another $90 for a new tail pipe.

But.

But we’re booked up for two weeks solid.

Yeah, OK, so $275, PLUS TAX and yer booked up two weeks solid.

Got it, thanks.

Click.

Fumble fuck around for a minute, RING RING, Hello, Tony’s Auto Parts.

( It’s a womans)

So I go through the spiel again and ask her if they have a muffler.

Hold on.

Pretty soon she comes back and say’s they got something called a “Raptor” and it should fit.

$45.

Can you say “Turbo Muffler”?

So I ask if they have clamps and hangers and elbows and such and am assured that they do.

Thank’s darlin, I’ll be up there shortly.

I get up there and I see Jackie, the owners daughter,

Early 40’s, long dark hair, a little chubby but Cuter. Than. Hell., has a great sense of humor and is married to Rasputin’s second cousin removed.

I flirt with her all the time because we both know it’s completely harmless.

I ask her what the part number of that muffler she looked up for me was.

She looked confused for a second and say she didn’t look up any mufflers, must have been this other chick.

Who I have never met and have absolutely no idea who she is.

OOPS!

I laughed and told her about my conversation with this chick and she laughed too.

I fumble fucked around some more and had to have somebody else look up this muffler, now the third time I have had to explain the particulars.

This guy leads me over and we dig out the right one.

Then I am looking for clamps, hangers and an elbow.

No clamps, no elbow but they do have the hanger.

OK, gimme this, gimme that and gimme one of the band clamp thingies and I’ll see if I can make this work.

Off I go.

Get home, open the garage and start digging for Ye Olde Cordless Ryobi SawZall that is now at least 22 years old.

Find that bastard and crawl under the truck.

Lots of sound and fury but not much cutting action.

Crawl out, find another blade, change that sonofabitch and go at it again.

Because this old muffler is off to one side and this SawZall is so long, I am having a hell of a time cutting any damn thing.

Fuck This Noise.

Back into the garage and snag one of the several Harbor Freight $9.99 Angle Grinders I have laying around, put a new Cut Off wheel on it, drag an extension cord out there and start in again.

Fuck around, fuck around and fuck around some more, it took me at least 45 minutes to get the tail pipes cut off and the damn muffle cut.

Sparks everywhere.

Had the Cut Off wheel get grabbed when the exhaust sagged and the fucking grinder started smoking before I could get it unstuck, then it got stuck again but when I yanked it out at speed, it bounced off the pipe wrong and the disc exploded.

Thankfully I was smart enough to be way off to the side while doing all this and I didn’t get hurt. At the moment.

Finally got that shit out and skinned off the end of the muffler pipe off the exhaust pipe and got it all ready to put the new one on.

I managed to get lucky and there was a clamp at the front of the old muffler that I could reuse.

I stick the new one up there and it is looser than shit so I am trying to balance the fucker with my knee and tighten up this clamp at the same time.

Much cursing and muttering later, I get the damn thing up there and tightened up.

The only thing holding this whole show up is one single hanger, in front of the muffler.

It’s still fairly early at this point so I picked everything up, threw it in the garage, shut the door and headed down to….

O’Reilly’s.

The only thing nearby.

I get there, walk in and immediately see Muh Diversity behind the counters and just walk right fucking by all of ’em.

Back in the corner I find the miscellaneous exhaust parts.

Lots of little chrome goodies for the Rice Burners, of course.

However, I did find an elbow and some clamps.

I thought I had an exhaust tip that fit but wound up taking that back in.

Lord help me.

The obvious Chicano woman manager is talking to some guy, the Bright Red Dye haired one that looked like she was corn fed couldn’t use the cash register because the guy the manager was yakking at was logged in.

Big Red is flummoxed.

I stuck my arm up and snapped my fingers at Chica, this actually got her attention. When she looked my way, I flipped my hand over and pointed at Big Red.

She motions for the guy and comes over and unlocks the cash register.

Fiddle fuck around and Big Red asks me what my phone number is.

I say Uh Uh.

She say’s it’s required for returns.

I tell her to use hers.

Stunned cow at the slaughter house.

Figure it out chick, I ain’t giving you my phone number and you ARE going to give me my money back.

It took a minute but she looked around the cash register like five times and punched in the store number.

Gooooood girl.

Here’s biscuit.

I get my shit, WITHOUT having to be asked if my vehicle has air conditioning and went out in the parking lot to put it on.

Oh fuck no, the hanger needed to be drilled out.

Get home, start to drill the hanger out and this happened.

That was one of several dripped across the garage floor.

My own damn fault, I fucking knew better but it happened.

MORE CURSING and muttering.

I finally got the fucker drilled out and installed.

Sometime in the future I will find some chrome Doo Dad to put on the end of it so it sticks out just in front of the tire, but at the moment, it’s good enough for me.

It sure as shit didn’t cost me no $300 fucking dollars either.

The thing is actually quiet yet still has a bit of a throaty note, just slightly.

Fucking thing anyway.

So yeah, after all these years, I’m still a Genuine Red Neck.

You know it, I know it, They know it and TPTB know it.

As inflation keeps eating the buying power of a dying dollar, they are buying less and less and less.

It’s just a matter of time until either TPTB have to massively increase the monthly stipend for those on Fixed Incomes and Food Assistance or All Hell is going to break loose.

Our grocery bill has jumped at least $100 a week already.

We aren’t special, that shit is happening to everyone.

Couple that with gas, oil and fuel increases of OVER 100% and the squeeze is on.

Quite literally, at this point my only question is WHERE it’s going to start.

I can’t hardly wait to see what kind of fresh bullshit I am going to find out about today as I check the news here and there.

This is just retarded.

I saw this about ten minutes from my place.

The boy done worked up an APPETITE!

It has been way too long since I opened the place up.

Tons and tons of things have happened since the last one and there is so much coming in the near future that no list could be complete.

What’s been going on in your world ?

Also please share any tips, tricks, old fashioned ways that we should bring back or even just a recipe if you want.

I would really like to see the lurkers step up here and if nothing else, let us know what current conditions are in your area.

I’m going to post a sort of strange video here to open things up.

It may wrinkle a few noses but give it a chance, I really think this is a damn good idea and it’s cheap too.

Alrighty then, jump right in and don’t be bashful.

D’OH!!

I don’t know if it was my eyes or my failing memory.

Because ya know, it’s just too easy to take a picture, right?

Like this maybe?

After busting my ass all day, I came home and tried to take a nap but no dice.

The NFL Draft is going and The Wifely Unit and The Kid are jumping up and down and yelling like the fucking house is on fire.

So out in the garage I went.

I was trying to see what kind of contortionist bending I am going to have to do to mount fender brackets on that little trailer when the skies opened up and it started pouring. So I scurried back inside for cover and passed that 220 Volt motor some very generous readers gave me a while back that needs to be mounted on my Smithy 3 In 1 lathe combo.

You know, the one that has been bugging the shit out of me every time I see it.

For the last three months or so.

Then I remembered that the adjustable bracket I had ordered for this little project had come in.

A little digging and pretty quick I am sticking the studs into the holes on the motor when I discovered the issue above.

WTF I muttered to myself.

So I take a closer look.

Again I mutter to myself,

I needed a bracket for a 143T motor frame.

What did I order?

Son, ofabitch.

Now I has choices.

Two of the four holes actually line up.

I can either reorder the fucking thing, at $45 or I can get creative.

Yeah, you get one guess.

You guessed right.

There are a couple of really thick washers underneath to even it out and let it clamp more evenly and tighter.

It’s not going anywhere.

One step closer.

There is still a long way to go yet and I have a full plate this weekend yet again.

By the time I got done playing with that, including the brief rest after work, I just put in another 11 hour day.

I got up at 5 and came in the house at 7.

I busted ass today at work too, wrestling with some big ass iron pieces, 4 of us trying to put this huge expanding cone thing back together.

Think giant drill chuck but it expands instead of closing up.

Each section of the thing is basically like wrestling an engine block standing on end.

All 4 pieces have to come together at the exact same time, slowly walking them back and forth on the floor until they are all right next to each other and a center section with dovetails all around it has to slide down inside each piece at exactly the same time.

They have to be tilted back to get the dovetails started and have I mentioned they are really fucking heavy?

4 guys wrestling the bastards and another one running the crane to drop the center piece in.

Needless to say the thing is wore the fuck out and it took several tries to get it back together.

Now tomorrow we get to mount the heavy bastard on a six inch shaft sticking out of a giant gear box and then lift that whole thing up, set it down in a pit on a sliding table mount and then laser align a big electric motor to it.

Loads of fun.

At least it’s Friday tomorrow.

We shall see how much energy I have left after I get home from that.

The list is still very long and I have an absolute shit ton of things to do Saturday.

No rest for the wicked eh?

Those little lights in peoples heads that mean HEY WAIT A MINUTE!

Moderna asks regulators to OK its COVID-19 shot for kids under 6

The amount of people who have died “Suddenly”, the strokes, blood clots, heart inflammation, miscarriages etc. etc. haven’t been reported on enough to catch some of these fucking morons attention so Moderna and the rest of them are still trying to kill off as many as they can before the whole scam blows up in their faces and they get hunted down like the murderous bastards they are.

Not only am I never taking this Death Jab but if I had a kid and you came at them with that fucking needle they would need a mop, bucket and squeegee to clean up what was left of you when I got done.