Stuck for the first time, EVAR, in my driving history. View from my driveway.
Snow thrower was in the garage, so I wasn’t overly determined to overcome this obstacle.
Stuck for the first time, EVAR, in my driving history. View from my driveway.
Snow thrower was in the garage, so I wasn’t overly determined to overcome this obstacle.
And it was an icy one!
A year ago I swapped the polyurethane motor mounts out of The Crusty Chevy for rubber, in an effort to chase down a vibration. The poly was not the culprit, but the replacement mounts had their own issue.
Today I swapped them back.
For reasons inexplicable (the battery pack was sitting directly above where I was welding, it may have cooked and melted), one of my Milwaukee 18V batteries went to the great charger in the sky.
I took it apart, found the battery numbers, and ordered a set off Amazon for $35. Much better than the $100 for a new pack locally.
A clandestine trip in northern British Columbia reaching the Tukon Territories, and Alaska, all in 9 days.
Because. That’s why.
Because I’m always working, that’s why.
Wiring the V8 Firefly. Trailing arm bushings, muffler, and O2 sensor on Super 7, TBI swap on Crusty Chevy, Shift Kit on the Mrs’ car, chopping up laundry appliances, repairing snow thrower….
And that’s just what’s ~inside~ that needs doing.
This summer we took the family to Bolivia to meet the children we sponsor through Compassion Canada.
Our sponsor children (Anny and Gerard) and their respective moms
That aught to be worth two percent or something, eh?