Posted on 10/23/2010 5:17:52 PM PDT by Lrod
My consolation is that all of this is because the truck has been sitting, for the most part, since the end of July...just about the same time my Squeeze left me. It had been his truck before it was mine. He had heart surgery, and it looks like MD has needed/will need it, too.
All I have to do now is find a carburetor mechanic. A cheap one. No Sick Days for me!!
Good enough reason to replace it, I say.
Every lady's truck should have a pretty carburetor.
By the way, the design for the carburetor came out of perfume dispensers. This helps to explain why it has an obviously French spelling, and probably why it can be a pain in the butt at the worst possible time.
I hate the French. They eat ugly food, speak in an ugly tongue, and seek the nearest safe haven when war is at their doors.
As a history buff, I’ve never heard, read or seen anything that could redeem them. Not even their wines. German wines are much better, without the pretentiousness.
The only thing they ever came together on was the making of “Victory,” with Sylvester Stallone and Pele. Cowards.
Sorry to hear that.
I expected to be useless today, but got through the teleconference in good order, then went off to the library to finish my presentation. I expected to be out most of the afternoon but was done in an hour and a half. Yay!
But I probably won't be long for the world tonight, which means I'll probably be up too early again tomorrow.
Pre-ulcerous? I had that once.
When you feel sleepy, get up and walk around. Find something to fiddle with; get a snack; check to see if the porch light is on; make sure the books you haven’t read are really the ones you want to read; reassess your address file....
Some days/nights, I have to force myself to stay awake, and unless I get up, physically, there is no way I can make that happen.
It is worth remembering that Hitler's "Third Reich" was supposedly third after two preceding empires; that of Rome, of course, and the Empire of Charlemagne.
He was a Frenchman, or as they said then, he was King of the Franks.
Maybe the Franks were more assertive than the French they became. Galling, I'm sure.
You Go, Sis!
You always win against life's trials!
I know you can do it.
And you know I love you, right? Right?!!!!!
*hugs*
Good morning Cold One!
I’ve survived the day so far.
How about you?
Thankfully, would have been hard to explain.
I guess we’ll just differ on the French. I’m not great on their food in general, but even their table wines are fantastic. I don’t understand French, but it doesn’t bother my ear. (It’s LoM’s other native language; my mother and the elder sionnsareen speak French.)
I have yet to meet the rude Parisian (or Frenchman in general), though they are quite rough on the Bretons — the Celtic group unfortunate enough to live within their sphere.
The first time LoM and I arrived in Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, way overtired, trying to find our way, and way too obviously American, a Frenchman stepped up to direct us to where we needed to go. I rarely see that kind of assistance anywhere.
I also don’t think they’ve been cowards. Napoleon took the French pretty far. The Nazis respected the Maginot Line so much they went around it, not through it, in a way nobody expected.
And don’t forget Lafayette.
And they’re not stupid. Third to space, after the superpowers.
Yes, they overheat their buildings way too much, but with their nukes I guess they can afford to. They like devices that “beep” and “boop” way more than I do (I like quiet technology). And they like Jerry Lewis, so they aren’t perfect.
They’re definitely NOT like us, but like us they don’t want to be under somebody else’s shadow; I am guessing that’s where some of the friction began. So I just say, “Vive le Difference!” and hope they have it together enough to resist their assimilation.
I respect them, though the Schwabian region of Germany remains my favorite of Europe so far followed (for the beauty I saw) by Strasbourg.
Ugh.
Probably they would have known.
Apparently there is a tag that I cannot see that identifies what is my fault.
I DID have an ulcer, but six months on Tagamet and the problem was solved. Of course, I have since learned how NOT to have an ulcer or even a pre-ulcerous condition.
Believe it or not, but when my stomach acts up, I drink about an ounce of water with about 1/8 teaspoon of cayenne pepper. The effects are almost instantaneous, and last for several weeks!
Had to replace the transmission intercooler on my car.
$690..
Ouch.
Don’t know much about carbs, last one I messed with was a slight “Bastard offspring of the Holly four barrel... wimped down to two barrel.”
(Das Boot.. a Chevy Caprice Classic.)
Heh. For a while Borders was running a number of 40%-off coupons; I've stocked up on several books for travel & home (mostly SF anthologies, one "fantasy" novel) that at my current reading rate will last me well into next year.
My struggle now is with the new "free" cellphone. It has tons of features I've never seen before, But It Won't Sync With My Work Outlook Calendar and I have become a bit dependent on that feature from my old cellphone. It also has a number of other features I do not understand, such as one that downloads maps but seems to do nothing else. Including displaying them.
Maybe I'm too old-tech. I remember my first ASR-33 TeleType -- complete with paper-tape punch & reader. *\B^(
Didn't get that far (a very few weeks of Tagamet IIRC), but I've been through FAR worse situations since without a re-occurrance. The value of age and experience.
Believe it or not, but when my stomach acts up, I drink about an ounce of water with about 1/8 teaspoon of cayenne pepper. The effects are almost instantaneous, and last for several weeks!
This sounds like something really worth knowing: What is "acts up"?
What is an "intercooler"? I saw the word in the cockpit of a B-17 last year, next to a control, but don't know what it means.
Charlemagne is in my history. I’ve noticed that “all roads lead to” Charlemagne, but don’t necessarily mean that he was the driving force that made the roads to begin with.
His descendants seemed to have accomplished much more than he ever thought of doing. I suspect the descendants and the ascendants have done more to form who I am than Charlemagne, himself.
The other Frenchies in my ancestry have been overwhelmed by marriage or war, and therefore, are “not important” except to give me a taste for good wines. Which are not necessarily all from France...Moselle is a case in point.
And/or the desire to fight for what I believe in...which may or may not be French in origin.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.