Neanderpundit

The Escape decides it’s time to eject a spark plug coil.

This is a pain in the ass; losing a cylinder on a 6 cylinder engine causes some serious driveability issues. Also, the odds are good it’s going to be cylinder 1,3, or 5, which are on the firewall side of the engine, requiring the removal of the intake manifold to replace.

No biggie, the scape has 200,000 miles on it, so this is not unexpected. I run the ragged little bugger to the store and pick up the coils and plugs and some coolant, and pull into the garage.

Despite the goatroping it requires to fix this, I have it all apart, back together, and running again by 0945, having pulled into the driveway at 0830. Like the indy fucking 500 of tuneups, and that with one sticky plug (Lots and lots of PBlaster, rock the plug back and forth. Engine smokes burning off that Blaster, but it beats having to yank a head)

Anyway, the jap (Mazda) parts are out and I have installed nice lifetime warranty chink parts. Save me the grief of dropping $420 on it next time, it will just be my labor. Assuming there is a next time.

I went to IMTS, and walked my butt off
The show is good, and the additive manufacturing people are having a field day, and the changing face of the industry is getting downright scary.

Left via the wrong door (Parking was a nightmare) and ended up hopping over south shore tracks and climbing chain link fences to get back to my car.

By the time I got within shouting distance of home I was in incandescent pain. My left leg was messed up enough that I ended up calling my chiropractor, and she was nice enough to squeeze me in. The woman is a genius, I walked out of there upright and not in screaming pain, a half hour later.

I think it helps that she began practice doing chiropractic work on horses.

9/11 today. Lets hope the retards don’t get froggy.

but this Ray Rice thing is just nuts.

Look: A gentleman doesn’t raise his hand to a lady. it just doesn’t happen. I know a lot of guys like that, and in the main, they are single. Decent looking, well groomed, good personal hygiene, well employed. Some of those aren’t even gay. But they are single and it’s because of a relationship rule as old as man himself: Girls like bad boys. Go to any given bar on any given night and the guys who aren’t going home alone are the ones who look like trouble. Oh, a certain amount of money will be a good substitute, but there is a certain type of woman that is attracted to the Jeremy Meeks of the world.

And when you ignore the gentlemen and opt for the bad boy, you get bad boy behavior. Frog and scorpion, folks; nobody who pays attention can miss this.