Neanderpundit

It seems as if I’m always..

Well, anyway, I put new tires on the truck, which quietedm it the old girl down a great deal. The problem is, it then uncovered some noises that had been quieter than the tire rumble. SO tonight i put a new Ujoint in the front driveshaft- including removing the upper end (a CV joint) and repacking it.

By the way: if you’re inclined to do auto repairs, and you value your sanity at ALL, buy a new driveshaft rather than repack. THis was a huge pain in the ass. The bearings popped out and I had to shoehorn the whole thing back together, which takes more than four hands.

And one more noise settled. So now I’m down to the manifold leak and the heat riser gasket. Hell, in a month it might be back to normal.

Not bad for a vehicle with 280,000 miles.

dies soonest- and dad’s had burned so very bright…

When I was around 14, Dad bought me a guitar for Christmas. Mostly, I think, so he could have one around the house.

I practiced and practiced and practiced, but I never could get the hang of it. Dad could pick it up, though, and hammer his way through a song like born to it. I always envied him his musical skills, his booming voice.

I tried, I really did. I took lessons, but the instructor was an accordiaon playing child molester. I was a disagreeable enough child that even the catholic priests left me alone. All of it left a bad vibe.

I would be happy if i gave up the musical skills- and dad’s enormous schlong- for a little more than the typical Og family longevity, but we’ll have to see about that.

Anyway, dad’s favorite song was Maria Elena. This is the way he used to play it.

Spent most of the day with the boys leaking out of the underdrawers. Need to get some that fit me better.