#7- When I was poor, I mean REALLY poor, I couldn't afford to fix my driver's side window that was not on the track for the mechanism to lift and lower it. So I just used a chunk of rubber to hold it mostly up. When I wanted to lower it I just held it by hand and let it go down, stopping before it hit bottom, so I could raise it up by hand. The one time I let it go to far down, I had to grab it with my vice grips and pull it back up. You guys can guess what happened. I got it up halfway, but I must have twisted it slightly, because I was left holding a tiny bit of a glass fragment in the pliers, while the rest of the window was in a million pieces inside the bottom of the door. I was shocked at just how much of an explosion it made and how fast it was in bits and pieces. Of course I then was forced to do what I should have done in the first place. I went to a junkyard, pulled a new window from a wreck, and replaced it myself. I had the foresight to also buy the motor assembly and the other parts that I needed to make sure that I didn't have to make a return trip to the junkyard. I still have a scar from when I needed a new blower motor for my 1978 Toyota Celica, and the windshield was smashed in. Somehow I banged my hand on the cracked windshield which was folded at an angle, and cut my hand. Like all of us working class men, I just wrapped it up and finished my work. When I got home, probably over an hour later, it was still bleeding, so I wrapped the living crap out of it, and when it quit bleeding I used 100 mph tape ( duct tape) and gauze to keep it closed until it healed up. Like many of you, I just could not afford to miss work, back in about 1985 making probably $7 or $8 per hour with a wife and 2 kids to support. Now I don't even change my own oil. It is just not worth it, since I no longer cut wood, so I can't use the old oil for bar lubricant. And living in a city I can't dump it on my dirt driveway.
$8 an hr in the 70s was what I made as a union steelworker. Family of four with a 3 bdrm house, 2 cars, a motorcycle and lots of hobby stuff for all of us. Thank the dirty feds and commiefornia for destroying your wealth.
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#9 ... Cool. A whirly-dog. I always wanted one of those.
ReplyDelete#6 water weighs 8 pounds a gallon imagine the type of bomb that did that and what It would do if it was not underwater.
ReplyDeleteThat was the Baker shot of the Bikini Atoll atom bomb tests.
DeleteGuessing 6 is an underwater nuke test
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Moby Dick meets Taco Bell
Delete#6. Now that is fishin
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#7- When I was poor, I mean REALLY poor, I couldn't afford to fix my driver's side window that was not on the track for the mechanism to lift and lower it. So I just used a chunk of rubber to hold it mostly up.
ReplyDeleteWhen I wanted to lower it I just held it by hand and let it go down, stopping before it hit bottom, so I could raise it up by hand.
The one time I let it go to far down, I had to grab it with my vice grips and pull it back up. You guys can guess what happened.
I got it up halfway, but I must have twisted it slightly, because I was left holding a tiny bit of a glass fragment in the pliers, while the rest of the window was in a million pieces inside the bottom of the door.
I was shocked at just how much of an explosion it made and how fast it was in bits and pieces. Of course I then was forced to do what I should have done in the first place. I went to a junkyard, pulled a new window from a wreck, and replaced it myself. I had the foresight to also buy the motor assembly and the other parts that I needed to make sure that I didn't have to make a return trip to the junkyard.
I still have a scar from when I needed a new blower motor for my 1978 Toyota Celica, and the windshield was smashed in. Somehow I banged my hand on the cracked windshield which was folded at an angle, and cut my hand. Like all of us working class men, I just wrapped it up and finished my work.
When I got home, probably over an hour later, it was still bleeding, so I wrapped the living crap out of it, and when it quit bleeding I used 100 mph tape ( duct tape) and gauze to keep it closed until it healed up. Like many of you, I just could not afford to miss work, back in about 1985 making probably $7 or $8 per hour with a wife and 2 kids to support.
Now I don't even change my own oil. It is just not worth it, since I no longer cut wood, so I can't use the old oil for bar lubricant. And living in a city I can't dump it on my dirt driveway.
Seams times were much easier then and it was surprising how little money you could get by on. Now one hundred dollars is in a small bag purchase.
Delete$8 an hr in the 70s was what I made as a union steelworker. Family of four with a 3 bdrm house, 2 cars, a motorcycle and lots of hobby stuff for all of us. Thank the dirty feds and commiefornia for destroying your wealth.
Delete# 5. He's got his dog in the wrong spot, with a little adjustment that would go a whole lot faster and easier
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Takes a fair bit of explosives to lift that much water.
ReplyDeleteThe coriolis effect, I forgot if clockwise was north or south of the equator.
ReplyDeleteGo look at which way your toilet flushes.
Delete#6 And the government is worried about plastic straws in the ocean. (meanwhile...)
ReplyDelete#6 - And with that, the Navy learned to NEVER serve Taco Bell aboard their submarines.
ReplyDelete#6, There’s now a lot of fresh fish,much of it already steamed.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy. Never mind it glows.
Delete#9..I wonder if they would go counter clockwise in Australia....??
ReplyDelete#10- I like the last little method acting flair....the paw over the snout...
ReplyDelete#8--I don't know how he got to the top, with those enormous balls.
ReplyDelete--Tennessee Budd
Any post more than one paragraph I pass on, to much to read.
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