Took my truck in to get it's warranty inspection. Has it been 18,000 miles already? *shakes head, sheds single tear* They grow up so fast.
Am in surprisingly excellent mood, despite lack of sleep (got a whole four hours of broken sleep this morning! wha-hoo!). Spent a couple hours with the old man. Finally, after twenty-two years of nagging, he's decided to start dressing like something other then a bum. I can understand when I was younger, and even until I was like 14 when he remarried, cause we had absolutely no money. But he married a very well to do woman and can afford not to wear his work clothes (re: covered in paint, lacquer and god-knows-what-else) around town. I choose to ignore the fact that he doesn't dress up all that great sometimes (I've never been one for suspenders that hitch pants up to your belly button, though it is kind of cute in a weird way), but the fact that he's trying means a lot to me. Course now he's going to bitch even more fervently about my apartment being so messy. I point out that I am, in fact, a full-time, twenty-two year college student with his own fucking business to run and not a who lot of free time, but it's just that - bitching. I do have time, I just don't care. Who am I trying to impress?
Also, I'm excited! I have a new project! Yay!
The old man has a 97 4.0L Ford Ranger extended cab pickup truck. It's got like 125,000 original miles, but drives almost like new (the tranny shows its age a little, but it's got another 75k in it easy). If I cleaned it up and you drove it, you'd never guess it had so many miles. Anyways, he's getting rid of it in a few months when him and his wife hit the road in their RV (which raises some problems I'll discuss another time). I kindly pointed out that my oldest brother would probably love to have it. My Dad agreed.
See, my brother used to have a fucking cherry 96 or 98 Chevy S10 with a 4.3L Vortec and sixty thousand miles, but he pulled out in front of another truck and now it's kind of fucked. It still drives, but the tailgate doesn't come down and the doors don't lock. And I knew when my brother bought it that it was an ex-street racing truck (the signs were all there), but it was in good shape and he was happy and he bought it before I could caution him against it, so I kept my mouth shut. That said, it's starting to have mechanical problems, the kind I would expect from a truck that's been driven real hard.
So, I'm going to fix up my Dad's truck and get it all nice and in bad ass shape before he gives it to my brother. I'm gonna tune it up, drop in a K&N filter, and change the tranny fluid. Am also going to Z-Max the whole thing (that shit works people, especially on high mileage cars/trucks). If I do the tranny work now, in about a week or two it'll be driving as good as stock and will last a very long time. Since my father decided to sell it, he hasn't been taking care of it so well, so I'm going to nip that in the butt right now.
Those newer trucks are a bitch to work on though. Never was a fan of MAS or any of that shit. I have a feeling when I change the filter I'm going to have to dick around with the MAS, which'll turn on the check engine light, which will entail an hour or two of wrenching on just that to get it to go off. Still, it will be fun.
Am in surprisingly excellent mood, despite lack of sleep (got a whole four hours of broken sleep this morning! wha-hoo!). Spent a couple hours with the old man. Finally, after twenty-two years of nagging, he's decided to start dressing like something other then a bum. I can understand when I was younger, and even until I was like 14 when he remarried, cause we had absolutely no money. But he married a very well to do woman and can afford not to wear his work clothes (re: covered in paint, lacquer and god-knows-what-else) around town. I choose to ignore the fact that he doesn't dress up all that great sometimes (I've never been one for suspenders that hitch pants up to your belly button, though it is kind of cute in a weird way), but the fact that he's trying means a lot to me. Course now he's going to bitch even more fervently about my apartment being so messy. I point out that I am, in fact, a full-time, twenty-two year college student with his own fucking business to run and not a who lot of free time, but it's just that - bitching. I do have time, I just don't care. Who am I trying to impress?
Also, I'm excited! I have a new project! Yay!
The old man has a 97 4.0L Ford Ranger extended cab pickup truck. It's got like 125,000 original miles, but drives almost like new (the tranny shows its age a little, but it's got another 75k in it easy). If I cleaned it up and you drove it, you'd never guess it had so many miles. Anyways, he's getting rid of it in a few months when him and his wife hit the road in their RV (which raises some problems I'll discuss another time). I kindly pointed out that my oldest brother would probably love to have it. My Dad agreed.
See, my brother used to have a fucking cherry 96 or 98 Chevy S10 with a 4.3L Vortec and sixty thousand miles, but he pulled out in front of another truck and now it's kind of fucked. It still drives, but the tailgate doesn't come down and the doors don't lock. And I knew when my brother bought it that it was an ex-street racing truck (the signs were all there), but it was in good shape and he was happy and he bought it before I could caution him against it, so I kept my mouth shut. That said, it's starting to have mechanical problems, the kind I would expect from a truck that's been driven real hard.
So, I'm going to fix up my Dad's truck and get it all nice and in bad ass shape before he gives it to my brother. I'm gonna tune it up, drop in a K&N filter, and change the tranny fluid. Am also going to Z-Max the whole thing (that shit works people, especially on high mileage cars/trucks). If I do the tranny work now, in about a week or two it'll be driving as good as stock and will last a very long time. Since my father decided to sell it, he hasn't been taking care of it so well, so I'm going to nip that in the butt right now.
Those newer trucks are a bitch to work on though. Never was a fan of MAS or any of that shit. I have a feeling when I change the filter I'm going to have to dick around with the MAS, which'll turn on the check engine light, which will entail an hour or two of wrenching on just that to get it to go off. Still, it will be fun.
therealtexasguy:
Oh, and it still freaks me out how much Sysca looks like my oldest sister. 