Neanderpundit

Spent a good part of the day helping a friend fix the brakes on his Isuzu Rodeo, an easy but time consuming job, helped along by the expertise and comedy stylings of Ed Hering, who was born to wrench. Since I’m not a Jeep guy (Or for that matter a Rodeo guy) his advice re the Isuzu front spindles was invaluable. The exploder just has cartridges that you change.

Now I got to go get those filter kits for the weedwhacker. More later, if I survive.

Ed, by the way, has a BEAUTIFUL Mossy 44 (though it might be a 42) one way or another, it’s sick nice. And I am insanely jealous. Ever feel one of these that hasn’t had the magazine release buggered? this one is SILK SMOOTH.

Damn.

Almost thought about trying to convince him it was dangerous, and he should leave it at the house for safekeeping until I could dispose of it properly.

Got to Pick & Pull early, pulled a window, and have it installed on the Exploder already!!

Now to get new filters &etc for the weedwacker and leaf blower, and help some people with cars, and get the driveway sealcoated!

Ed has received his FOID card. And he’s acquired his handmedown collection of arms. And he’s about to go to the range. I hope I have the oppportunity to go with him, though the timing couldn’t be worse for me. He’s already plenty paranoid. Now he just needs to have the four rules tattooed on his wiener (guess he didn’t know about that part) and learn the secret handshake.

You have to ask Brigid where girls get the four rules tattooed.

Oh, and he’s gotta start knuckledragging and acting like a white trash red-stater, and knock out at least two teeth.