WARNING: RANT INBOUND. GRAB A BEVERAGE NOW.
Today at work I was balancing a tire and noticed that our tire supplies guy (who I happen to think is useless, by the way) had left us a box of lead wheel weights, when we only use steel and zinc. I mentioned this, and my brilliant manager started going off about how there's nothing wrong with lead wheel weights. (As an aside, I'm sure I ate lots of tasty paint chips as a child and I turned out pancakes.)
I don't normally use blogs to rant about my idiot manager, but. . . .
Oh, who am I kidding. That's, like, 50% of my blog posts.
My manager knows everything. This is what he says every morning:
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Yes, I know full well there's a problem with that quote
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News and updates and a writing tip and a mechanicing tip, plus we can talk about the weather! So, basically win, win, win.
So much winning.
One of our customers has this giant, diesel, 4wd crew cab long box F250 Super Duty. It's like a 2003 or something, and it's got over 300,000 miles on it. It's also got just about every bolt on accessory that they make for those trucks. Now, I'm not talking about the silly stuff, like Pontiac's stick-on excitement from the 90s (probably most of y'all are too young to get that joke)--he's got the kind of things that are actually functional. Like a heavy-duty front bumper that is useful for
Alrighty, y'all, it's time for updates. IRL stuff and other stuff and I've got a deleted scene, too.
Welcome to another mechanicing blog! It’s been too long since I did one of these, so for everybody who’s forgotten, grab either the beverage of your choice or your thinking cap, and let’s have some fun!
Alrighty folks, this one comes with a quiz at the end! Which is weird, but it’ll make sense when we get there.
Meanwhile:
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Grab your favorite silly straw and a beverage I suppose; this one is gonna be a fun ride.
We’ll be talking about a late-model F250 with all the bells and whistles, and there’s gonna be some inexactness regarding codes and whatnot, ‘cause I can’t remember and couldn’t be bothered to look it up, and you’ll find out why as we get into this thing.
My last blog post, we talked about some railroad slang. Like, you don’t go to dinner, you go for beans. Pull out a drawbar, you pulled a lung; if you get the draft timbers, too, you got the secret works. Heaven help you if you go in the ditch.
As y’all probably know, ROBCakeran53 and I hang out a bunch, and as y’all likely also know, SuperTrampoline and I have collabed on a couple of shipfics. Some of y’all (especially Bad Horse) also know that sometimes I’ll fold like a cheap suit when called out on Fimfiction, especially if told not to do something.
Don’t get any ideas; I’m older and wiser now.
Welcome back!
Today we’re going to lead off with an easy one, but don’t be caught off-guard. What follows was a descent into madness. Have your favorite beverage on standby.