How to say Fuck You without saying Fuck You.

I have been turning wrenches since I was in Grade School and I refer to myself as a Mechanic. I also went back to school in ’89 and graduated with honors from a Ford Motor Company sponsored College program in ’91 and worked as an “Automotive Technician” for ten years.

I can tell you right now, they are not the same thing. Which is why I will always refer to myself as a “Mechanic”.

And yes, I have all kinds of shit like that from solving problems over the years out in my tool boxes.

Good stuff here.

And this one will still kick your ass forty years later.

I have actually hit Chuckholes around here locally that launched me clear of the seat and pounded my head on the roof of my truck. Because it’s an Old School 3/4 ton 4wd, it rides like an old Buckboard to begin with but sometimes the damn front end comes off the ground.

I’m not even joking.

There are stretches of some roads around here, main thoroughfares, that I won’t even drive on because they are so bad.

We also have some of the highest gas prices in the Continental US because of the Shit Weasel Democrats in Seattle, you would think some of that money would be set aside for road repairs, right?

The local gas price here yesterday on average was $4.79 a gallon.

What is even worse, whoever the assclowns are on the repair crews around here, they literally put down the worst patches I have ever seen in my entire life.

Sometimes they actually make it worse because they will put twenty individual patches down instead of just repaving the bad stretch.

That eventually turns into washboard and defeats the fucking purpose.

The intersections are far and away the worst of all.

Remember it you will.