Thanks for the concern Bells. Yea, it was all around us. Did some major damage about a mile or so from our house, but it left us alone... But, we were in the middle of the hallway for a while just in case...
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Thanks for the concern Bells. Yea, it was all around us. Did some major damage about a mile or so from our house, but it left us alone... But, we were in the middle of the hallway for a while just in case...
Thanks for the concern Bells. Yea, it was all around us. Did some major damage about a mile or so from our house, but it left us alone... But, we were in the middle of the hallway for a while just in case...
Yikes! That had to be spooky ... glad your safe.
The closest I came and it was close really ... we were in a motel in Kansas watching the TV and the tornado watch/warning popped up on the screen. I turned to Janet and said ... we really are in Kansas. I had to bring up google maps to see what area was being warned and it was miles from us ... but still unnerving.
Not at Sheetz, or at least I don't think so. The closest to non ethanol gas is the button that says "may contain up to 10% ethanol".
Guess we don't live too far apart. Glad you and yours are okThanks for the concern Bells. Yea, it was all around us. Did some major damage about a mile or so from our house, but it left us alone... But, we were in the middle of the hallway for a while just in case...
Some marinas and two gas stations locally have ethanol-free gas.
Ethanol is a very 'volatile' topic in this area!
Ethanol is a very 'volatile' topic in this area!
Yes. That corn juice froze valves on my truck when it sat a couple of months. One required surgery to unstick.
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hehehe didn't know that.......but now that I do.........yanno it just makes me wanna have even more fun with ya!! But I'll be good
can ya tell us why some folks don't get alerts for tags??? I don't get emails either......but I do get alerts here for the tags.
Dang......glad y'all and Semi and his family are all ok!!
Good grief!! Bettin some guard shack heads are gonna roll even if it wasn't their fault unfortunately. That's ridiculous.
oh wow........jup doin great here....thanks!! Wuz thinkin at least the lady on the bench had a jacket that matched the paint. Feel really bad for the family of the Houdini casket!
kewl!! You played a lot better than I could.......the only way I play the guitar is to let my so do the chords, and I just strum! I do good and much easier than learning myself!
awwwwwwww Glad they're lovin emNot for nothin, but little chihuahuas feel the same way about new leather leads as mama does about new shoes. I know; they told me!
too kewl!! I hate the lead son and dil have for frankie, but it rarely gets used. I've often thought of contacting you, but I know they wouldn't go for it.Glad the little tykes like their hand made in the USA leather leads! I rubbed extra love into them
awwwwww that wuz so sweet of ya!! I gotta get out and see some before they're gone!! Then get some strawberries!
Top Tier, or Top Shelf. Can't remember. Google both, they have a list of the companies that make the grade & those places have a sticker on the pumps. It's what i've been using since I paid about 2500.00 to get those valves unstuck in my truck.
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Speaking of frozen engine parts, here's a true story:
In 1975 I bought a 1969 MGB that was in terrible shape. Friends and family told me I'd wasted my money, somewhere around $300 if I remember correctly.
One of the problems was that the pistons were rusted in place. I took off the engine head and skillfully freed the pistons by sticking one end of a couple feet of 2 x 4 into each cylinder and pounding on the other end of the 2 x 4 with a sledge hammer. The section of 2 x 4 was about 3 feet long, long enough to stick out above the open hood.
When all 4 pistons were unfrozen, I made a reasonable effort to remove as many wood splinters as I could from the cylinders. Then I bought and installed a new head gasket, adjusted the valves, etc.
Never could understand why that car burnt so much oil. I got about 20 miles per quart. I'd buy "recycled" oil from the Arco station in 5 quart jugs.
That was only one of the problems with that car. I had to tear up the battery compartment, which was inside the car under the nearly non-existent "back seat" in order to install a 12 volt battery because I sure as heck wasn't going to pay the ludicrous price for the twin 6-volt MGB batteries.
Straightened a bent distributor shaft with elbow grease.
Then, some lousy slob behind the counter at an MG parts store convinces me that the manual transmission could use SAE 50, when the Chilton manual that I'd read said that 80 weight oil was needed.
All that creative low-cost work I did to get the car on the road, and the transmission ended up destroying itself because it had the wrong oil in it. 41 years later I still can't forgive that guy behind the counter.
As long as I'm bashing people who chose to sell me what they had when they didn't have what I needed, shoe salespeople from 1967 to 1980 also incur my wrath. All that time, they'd sell me size 13 and tell me that's what size my feet were. No, my feet were bigger than that but 13 was the largest size they had.
Try to imagine wearing shoes 2 sizes too small for almost a decade and a half, then think of the relief upon realization that you weren't going to take it no more! My, I sure acquired a far rosier outlook on life after I measured my own foots and managed to get a pair in my size via mail order. (Retailers just didn't have anything over 13.)
Whew! Guess I was feeling chatty!
In 1975 I bought a 1969 MGB that was in terrible shape. Friends and family told me I'd wasted my money, somewhere around $300 if I remember correctly.
One of the problems was that the pistons were rusted in place. I took off the engine head and skillfully freed the pistons by sticking one end of a couple feet of 2 x 4 into each cylinder and pounding on the other end of the 2 x 4 with a sledge hammer. The section of 2 x 4 was about 3 feet long, long enough to stick out above the open hood.
When all 4 pistons were unfrozen, I made a reasonable effort to remove as many wood splinters as I could from the cylinders. Then I bought and installed a new head gasket, adjusted the valves, etc.
Never could understand why that car burnt so much oil. I got about 20 miles per quart. I'd buy "recycled" oil from the Arco station in 5 quart jugs.
That was only one of the problems with that car. I had to tear up the battery compartment, which was inside the car under the nearly non-existent "back seat" in order to install a 12 volt battery because I sure as heck wasn't going to pay the ludicrous price for the twin 6-volt MGB batteries.
Straightened a bent distributor shaft with elbow grease.
Then, some lousy slob behind the counter at an MG parts store convinces me that the manual transmission could use SAE 50, when the Chilton manual that I'd read said that 80 weight oil was needed.
All that creative low-cost work I did to get the car on the road, and the transmission ended up destroying itself because it had the wrong oil in it. 41 years later I still can't forgive that guy behind the counter.
As long as I'm bashing people who chose to sell me what they had when they didn't have what I needed, shoe salespeople from 1967 to 1980 also incur my wrath. All that time, they'd sell me size 13 and tell me that's what size my feet were. No, my feet were bigger than that but 13 was the largest size they had.
Try to imagine wearing shoes 2 sizes too small for almost a decade and a half, then think of the relief upon realization that you weren't going to take it no more! My, I sure acquired a far rosier outlook on life after I measured my own foots and managed to get a pair in my size via mail order. (Retailers just didn't have anything over 13.)
Whew! Guess I was feeling chatty!
One of the problems was that the pistons were rusted in place. I took off the engine head and skillfully freed the pistons by sticking one end of a couple feet of 2 x 4 into each cylinder and pounding on the other end of the 2 x 4 with a sledge hammer. The section of 2 x 4 was about 3 feet long, long enough to stick out above the open hood.
When all 4 pistons were unfrozen, I made a reasonable effort to remove as many wood splinters as I could from the cylinders. Then I bought and installed a new head gasket, adjusted the valves, etc.
I haven't laughed much lately. Thank you.
It just amazes me how many things you're able to fix! very kewl But sorry the oil and shoe guys messed ya over
And yet those things still happen & people are still surprised.Speaking of frozen engine parts, here's a true story:
In 1975 I bought a 1969 MGB that was in terrible shape. Friends and family told me I'd wasted my money, somewhere around $300 if I remember correctly.
One of the problems was that the pistons were rusted in place. I took off the engine head and skillfully freed the pistons by sticking one end of a couple feet of 2 x 4 into each cylinder and pounding on the other end of the 2 x 4 with a sledge hammer. The section of 2 x 4 was about 3 feet long, long enough to stick out above the open hood.
When all 4 pistons were unfrozen, I made a reasonable effort to remove as many wood splinters as I could from the cylinders. Then I bought and installed a new head gasket, adjusted the valves, etc.
Never could understand why that car burnt so much oil. I got about 20 miles per quart. I'd buy "recycled" oil from the Arco station in 5 quart jugs.
That was only one of the problems with that car. I had to tear up the battery compartment, which was inside the car under the nearly non-existent "back seat" in order to install a 12 volt battery because I sure as heck wasn't going to pay the ludicrous price for the twin 6-volt MGB batteries.
Straightened a bent distributor shaft with elbow grease.
Then, some lousy slob behind the counter at an MG parts store convinces me that the manual transmission could use SAE 50, when the Chilton manual that I'd read said that 80 weight oil was needed.
All that creative low-cost work I did to get the car on the road, and the transmission ended up destroying itself because it had the wrong oil in it. 41 years later I still can't forgive that guy behind the counter.
As long as I'm bashing people who chose to sell me what they had when they didn't have what I needed, shoe salespeople from 1967 to 1980 also incur my wrath. All that time, they'd sell me size 13 and tell me that's what size my feet were. No, my feet were bigger than that but 13 was the largest size they had.
Try to imagine wearing shoes 2 sizes too small for almost a decade and a half, then think of the relief upon realization that you weren't going to take it no more! My, I sure acquired a far rosier outlook on life after I measured my own foots and managed to get a pair in my size via mail order. (Retailers just didn't have anything over 13.)
Whew! Guess I was feeling chatty!
I hope this works well for everyone. Here is a video of the Blue Angles, the US Navy precision flying team. It is from the LA County Air Show in 2014. My first command was at Miramar Naval Airstation in San Diego. It was there that I was able to watch the Blue Angles for the first time. For the first year that I was attached to Navy Fighter Weapon School, I worked on the flight line eventually becoming a Plane Captain. I really enjoyed sitting on the flight line watching the small fighter taking off and landing. After that, I was assigned in the Rigger Shop where I took care of the pilots personal protective equipment. Good grief, that was a long time ago, LOL. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the video.
That's what we have here and down in Florida as well. I haven't seen real unadulterated gas in quite a while. Ethanol is terrible for your car. It will absorb humidity out of the air and rust your fuel lines and gum up stuff if you don't use the vehicle often enough. I have this blue stuff I add to the gas that's supposed to help keep the ethanol from causing problems. I'll look and see what it is later (tomorrow) and post it, if I remember.
Now that's funny. Reminds me of the brown paper towels we had it the Navy. Blow your nose in them one time and it would take a week for the skin to heal.
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