Must have been an older guy that cut the belt. Someone who’s worked with his hands and turned a wrench, as that type of sabatoge is VERY HARD for our youths today, with degrees in “The Humanities” and $80k in student loans. Consider the level of skill necessary:
1) You have to find the engine, then...
2) You have to accept that that big thing with wires and hoses coming out in all directions is really the engine
3) Then you have to find the front of the engine (i.e., the non-transmission end). Not easy when the engine has 4 sides to it.
4) Then you have find the fan belts. Not easy when the only belts you’ve ever seen in your life is are hanging in your boyfriend’s closet, or on the bedpost.
5) Then you have to identify the alternator - not a prayer on this one - just guess at it.
6) Then you have to find a sharp object, like a knife. But you don’t have a knife because you are afraid it will jump out of your pocket and start stabbing people, just like guns do.
7) So you give up and get your union-daddy over there. You show him the ‘alternator belt’ and he laughs at you and tells you it’s a strap for holding the fuel tank in place.
8) Daddy then quickly finds the engine and cuts the alternator belt, cursing out Bush the whole time for making him perform unpaid labor.
Brilliant.
Ain’t that the truth! I always took apart bicycles and derailleurs when I was little and my father gave me advice and brought home axle grease grease for me from his factory he owned. My family made things
From all that we have moved to a paper shuffling, computer gazing, video game playing life for youths