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The truck was doing some bad jumpin and hoppin. Jethro had a mean old 4X4 when I met him, which he wasn't driving anymore because it was, well, a great collection of parts that didn't work very well together. It ate universal joints. He knows a nasty U joint whean he comes across it.
Most of you probably have a clue what this is all about but in case you don't, here's the quick lesson:
Engine makes power-->transmission (in my youth we called it a tranny) determines speed (gear)--> driveshaft moves power from engine & transmission to the rear axle--> axle makes the back wheels turn and move the thing down the road. Here's the thing...the driveshaft is at a right angle to the axle. So you need this thing called a universal joint. If it gets out of round you're in trouble. (I don't fix em, I just talk about em.) When I was a kid, my mom's 68 Beaumont dropped a driveshaft once while we were going down the road. Pretty scary, kids!
Now don't ask me how a front wheel drive works. Haven't got a clue. Don't get it. Makes no sense. I love our Jetta but I'll never ever do more than fill the windshield washer.
Here's the truck on another truck. It sits pretty high on its own 4 tires let alone like this. There I was, standing there at the end of my driveway, in my blue camoflage miniskirt (it'll come in handy if I ever get invited to a party in Blue World and I want to remain inconspicuous) and my Los Angeles tank top (which Jethro brought home for me after he had a gig there) while my neighbours honk and wave and roll down their windows and yell, "Hey! Wha Happen?" Ah, town life.
Just when I thought I wouldn't have to spend any more money on that rassafrackin truck. I love my truck. But I'm wondering at what point the repairs would equal a payment. You know what I mean? I have to keep telling myself that only two years ago it would have just sat in the driveway for three months until we could afford to fix it. Bright side, kids. Bright side.
In the stupidity department, here's my knee after I hacked into it with a saw blade.
Kids, don't aim the sharp jagged saw blade at any part of your body.
This is why I was sawing:
It's the mulch heap. There used to be an ugly chain link fence around it. I had to saw apart a weedy little tree that was growing through it. I don't want to discuss right now why I'm dismantling the heap; let's just say it has to do with the shed and the driveway, and it's gonna cost a chunk of cash that I don't have. (See truck, above.)
Here's my puppy eating raspberries. This is much more acceptable than him picking litter critters out of the cat's box.
Here's my ape rigged washline. Yep, it's tied around a tree. Jethro hates it when I do stuff like this. He wants to wait and do it right and only do it once. Perfectly. Well that's very nice. I agree with him. Except that sometimes I'd rather have it done crappily than not done at all. But I'm not very handy. (See hand saw blade, above.)
And another thing being towed, here's something you don't see every day. Behold the Chevette. I have a neighbour who is a talented painter, so I'm assuming the Chevette is getting a new coat. When I was a teenager, this car was to us metalheads what the VW Bug was to the hippy kids twenty years before. GM should bring back the Chevette. Rear wheel drive, 4 banger, hatchback...only this time maybe their design department could make the steering column set in straight so the wheel isn't on an angle.
I love that photo because it looks like the little car is jacked up and tubbed out.
(I don't usually put up pix of other people's stuff on the internet but I love this. I really do. He did a great masking job and he should be proud!)
Also, my hair is no longer pink. Now I've got some weird kind of Avril Lavigne half blonde/ half black thing going on. I won't dye it again until after the summer. I'm afraid it's going to break off in chunks!
(See Dang It, above.)