Being resourceful often requires one to think “outside the box.” However, it has been my experience that sometimes being resourceful actually requires one to be acutely aware of the box. Not to just think outside the box but to think about the box itself.
Never was this more evident than the time I decided to replace the rear differential gasket on my old ’72 Pontiac LeMans.
The rear differential was leaking gear oil. (The car was around 20 years old at that point, so it was to be expected.) I decided to remedy the situation by replacing the differential cover gasket. I ran out to Dyer Auto Parts (which doesn’t exist anymore) and asked for a 10 bolt differential cover gasket for a ’72 LeMans. I hadn’t yet lost my faith in the abilities of others, so I accepted what he gave me without really scrutinizing it. Continue reading →
Yes. Yes I was supposed to do a lot of things. Like keep my site more up to date than this for starters. Oh, and run a marathon a couple months ago. My goal of running a marathon had to get postponed until 2015 for medical reasons. My lack of site updates… well I have no good excuse. That’s just plain laziness.
However in an attempt to not appear to be a total looser, here are some things that I have accomplished in the past 4 months (in no particular order)
I tried explaining to her that the yellow lines in the parking lot should be on either side of your car when you’re done parking. My efforts were in vain. Finally I decided to heed the old adage, If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
For a cool $20,000, Martin will name a character after you, let you choose that character’s station in life, and brutally murder that character in a manner befitting one of the most gruesome, blood-lustful series ever.
Yep, I had to share this article after reading that one line. Read the rest of the article here.
… especially when you’re pushing a 1000 lb motorcycle.
It all started when I got caught by a train on the way into work:
I decided to shut the bike off. When I tried to start it back up… “click click click” which lead me to this:
And then I had to figure out how to get the seat off:
And then I tried to jump start it to no avail:
And now I’m on my way to a dealership for a new battery!
The moral of the story is, don’t ignore signs that your battery is getting weak. Someday you may decide to shut your bike off at a rail road crossing, and you’ll end up pushing it the rest of the way to work.
This winter has been brutal! Since 2006, I haven’t gone more than 4 – 6 weeks without riding in the winter. It’s been so long, that I actually had to buy a battery charger for the bike this year! Never before has any motorcycle of mine sat long enough to need one until now. In fact, this winter was so bad, that the clock on my bike was still set to daylight savings time from last November!
Well, enough is enough and I’ve had enough!
Winter, you’re done. It’s my turn now.
Next winter, I’m buying heated grips and snow chains!
There was a rather anticlimactic end to an otherwise pleasant ride home. The gelatin that was my yard succumbed to the thousand pound behemoth and gave way to do its best impression of the Grand Canyon. Hmmm… ever see a Harley touring bike with knobby tires? Food for thought…
While I’m running on a treadmill, I like to let my mind wander.
So last night at the gym, I’m chasing the end of a road that goes on to infinity (or until you turn it off), and I look up and see that I’m right in between 2 television sets. One has the Olympics on it, and the other starts airing a show called “2 Broke Girls.” Of course I have Slash and Myles Kennedy on the headphones, so I’m not listening to either. That leaves me to draw my own conclusions as to what these shows are about based solely on what I can see. One was fairly obvious, but I had trouble figuring out the one with bobsleds.
The show about the poverty stricken chicks was 30 minutes long, and you can bet I spent that entire 30 minutes trying to think of a way to take in all that I was seeing and make it funny. This image is the result of my mind’s attempt to occupy itself.