Thursday, March 19, 2009

Sunny Day

Seen the physical therapists, and headed for the shop. I broke down a couple more tires. Had looked up what’d take to fix Cushman. Most economical way to go Helli-coil the jug for new sparkplug threads. Darn it, no cylinder heads. The jugs and heads are each one piece. Additional options; Pull engine work on it turned up side down or remove right side exhaust system and whatever else I may to make some sort of an unobstructed pathway to the damaged area. So, started cleaning up what I could about the JD’s shop work area without loosing any its parts. Took a side trip back to fixing one tire before making like an experienced floor sweeper picking up potential wheel chalks before moving gantry. The gantry moved positioned for new use. It was time to think about lunch. Running the road twice first putting the ushman towed the first two miles and run in on it’s own one remaining cylinder. Getting home for lunch I asked Frieda whatever happened to the Cushman. I almost had her but for cracking under her scrutinizing eye. All she said was, “It’s missing.“ Nope she never even saw the Cushman go. I asked her if she’d seen the two surly looking characters who’d taken it. Nope, she didn’t see nothing, not even when one of the characters just happened looked just like me. };^))
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In my travels I saw a couple items of interest. First one a do it yourself DNA kit. Now, don’t this just about beat all. I suggested my checking Frieda’s kids. It didn’t go over with Herr Clink? Donno why?
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Another thing of interest four or five days ago, the Drug store had several pint sized insulated water bottles. During thes last few days all what’s left are a couple quart bottles.
These insulated cover bottles are available at Rite-Aid, CVC, Walgreen, and just possibly at your favorite independent drug store. Better hurry. They won’t last the Spring rush.
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This all there is this go around. One never knows when one may see somethings of interest where. Hope you’ve enjoyed the information and may it serve you all to your best advantages.
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Her Mostess suggests this a shameful picture. Her Mostess suggests this a shameful picture. She’s saying it’ll serve me right if it refuses to start and run for me tomorrow when I’ve made fix it’s wee problem.
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Okay, you’ve seen The Cushman in a most embarrassing attitude. You don’t like the side view, let it show you its back side.
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The aluminum jug’s sparkplug hole threads stripped out, I’ve decided to hoist the machine up to one side to work on it from under neither. One bolt I had tail pipe and muffler removed. It may be a close work space but I’m sure I can handle it.
It’s going to get an oil change, complete lube job, linkages oiled, and brakes dually adjusted. The Cushman won’t know how to behave after all this TLC.
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Irish Humor
Paddy and Mick are walking down a street in London. Paddy happens to look in one of the shop windows and sees a sign that catches his eye.
The sign said: "Suits £5.00 each, Shirts £2.00 each, Trousers £2.50 per pair".
Paddy says to his pal, "Mick, look! We could buy a whole lot of dose, and when we get back to Ireland we could make a fookin' fortune. Now when we go into the shop, you be quiet, OK? Just let me do all the talking, cause if they hear our accent, they might not be nice to us. I'll speak in my best English accent."
"Roight y'are, Paddy, I'll keep me mouth shut, so I will," replies Mick.
They go in and Paddy says, "I'll take 50 suits at £5.00 each, 100 shirts at £2.00 each and 50 pairs of trousers at £2.50 each. I'll back up my van and..."
The owner of the shop interrupts. "You're from Ireland, aren't you?"
"Well... yes," says a surprised Paddy. "How der hell d' y' know dat?"
The owner replied, "This is a dry cleaners."
BGKC.
Fernan