From can to Can’t,,,,

and what a day it has been. Four of Six bolts out of the ends of the manifolds.

But Dio!?!!?! You’ve been at this all day long!?!?!? Whussup widdat?

How about, this truck is making me bleed, but not red stuff: the green stuff.

Went to use the torch since the first couple of hours of persistence did not pay off, and ‘oh yeah, I need a new O2 regulator and hoses since my O2 reg shit out and blew out my hose’ So, back to borrow Da’s truck, head to the HoBoFreight and get a new Reg and set of hoses. $130, lost wages for the day, and 20%waste of daylight (10 hours of daylight, 2 hours drive time),,, And Dio kickin’ himself in the behind, “you know you needed them, whuz up with the procrastination??” Forebrain responds “that shit costs money” and hind brain retorts, ‘yeah, and it just cost DOUBLE, ya dumshit!’

There is always a war in my head; probably why I am single. I have enough drama between my various psyche and all the characters wanting written out,,,

But like I said, four out of six are now laying on the bench and I have two more to get when the daylight returns. Getting them glowing cherry red help loosen up 305K miles of exhaust abuse and rust. THEN I can get those heads off and REALLY dig into this repair.

but its time to replenish Dio’s batteries (Supper) and just do nuthin’ for a few (HA!!!! Kittehs are gonna wants ‘ttentions! neOW!!!)(and some little furbrain musta heard my thinks,,, Here’s Grizzy!!!!)

more tomorrow,,,