Neanderpundit

Now all I have to do is run to AutoZone and get a new fuel pump, and reinstall. Easy-peasy, japanesey.

Except Autozone, which has been open to 11:00 for the past eight years, is now closed at nine. I scrambled to get this down before ten, giving myself a comfortable margin, and the door is locked as i walk up.

So tomorrow morning I have an appointment and I must deal wiht that- and back to hammer away at this in the evening. Good lord.

So I button the tank up so it’s at least sealed, and come indoors.

What a monumental pain in my tuchas.

What’s fun is laying on your back on the cold concrete floor while you take the last bolt out of the skid plate under the explorer.

You don’t KNOW that it’s the last bolt- you think there are three more.

But it’s the last bolt. And all 35 lbs of hotrolled steel skid plate come thundering down.

On your face.

Yeah, that’s fun.

Whoo hoo.

My testicles have retracted clear up into my abdomen, seeking elusive warmth. My balzac resembles nothing so much as a dried apricot.

Well, a dried apricot the size of a soccerball.

Still.