TSCLT 7.0: Hemis, Harleys, Hooters-n-Harridans

Here, the government is hiring census workers. $18 an hour. That's more than coal miners make.

I may apply. I could do that job sitting at the Legion, drinking a cold PBR!

Sounds good. Bilingual a requirement?
 
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Pays to treat people right and to pay in cash.

I dropped by the other day with the cash for a CVT replacement. Three of them came in with the wires cut and they finally got a fourth one in that they could transplant into my car. But wasn't expecting to hear from them today because normally they don't work Friday so they can take care of people on Saturday. Three of them came in today overtime just to make sure they got my car out the door.

Instead of yanking the old one out and transplanting the new one they did it by the book step-by-step. This is normally a 16-hour job they can do it in 10. Took a less time than that because by not doing any shortcuts they were able to figure out that I didn't need a new CVT. My problem was a power inverter that was causing excessive drag inside the CVT as it overloaded the motor.

So it's all fixed road-tested ready to go and they've got about $500 waiting for me when I get there in refund.

There probably aren't six mechanics in the valley that would have even spotted that much less done it that way. Anyone else would replace the CVT and then told me and by the way you also now need another $1,000 for a power inverter.
 
Home. Back down outta the mountains, where the weather didn't suck too badly and into the flatlands where it's doing its Hell-On-Earth imitation. When it's 92* after 8PM, it's hawt, and not in a good way.


The cats were happy, they're fed, Motorcycle shit had arrived and was safely inside, and laundry is on, first load.


And there's a fair chance that Wat might actually get the fuck outta there next week. As in, possibly, all the fuck . . . .


Insh'Allah . . . .


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Let the un-mourned go un-mourned.



I get the point.


I think that we all get the point.


I think that we all wish The Point was driven deeply into the proper orifice, or perhaps was forced to make its own deep orifice.


But the other point is, we don't want to annoy the other . . . inmates . . . .


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Thanks to the dog alarm, I was robbed of an opportunity to sleep in.
Well, the little shit has been led out, fed and the dog bed battle is over
and they're back to sleep, but I don't dare try to go back to bed for
they would notice and begin raising holy hell until I rejoin them.
They're like children on Christmas morning...
 
Happy Saturday!!!


Coffee is made, laundry is switched over, and my shoes are drying. I work in athletic shoes. My feetses like them best, and so do my lower joints. A new pair is coming today via Amazon. I try to change them once every four months or so.


Allah has been implored and the josh is alight.


It's gonna be hot as all fuck today . . . .


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It's the weekend.
I won't get to see my weather girl.

:(

Watched a good old movie yesterday from 1939 with Edward G., Confessions of a Nazi Spy. It was a wakeup propaganda-style film warning the United States about how Europe fell so fast right before their very eyes and how the Nazis were working to do it here in the future if we did not wake up now (1939) to the clear and present danger. It really did somewhat tie in a a couple of conversations that I have been engaged in here in the last week or so here.
 
Like a voice crying in the wilderness . . . .


I have been that voice a time or three.


My new oil tank temp gauge arrived, so I'm testing it in my coffee. It seemed to have room temp down about pat.


That's all the goodies the bike gets this weekend. :rolleyes:


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As long as that voice isn't crying wolf.


Spotted the fox yesterday.
Haven't seen the local cats lately...


He's pretty damned big. I doubt if I can trap him.
 
Sure you can.


A .223 through the shoulders will trap him just fine.


I have faith in you.


And the asthma hounds will go bonkers over it.


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Like a voice crying in the wilderness . . . .


I have been that voice a time or three.


My new oil tank temp gauge arrived, so I'm testing it in my coffee. It seemed to have room temp down about pat.


That's all the goodies the bike gets this weekend. :rolleyes:


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I had an evo rk in what looks like the same color, Mystique Green.

They say green bikes are bad luck, but that one was good to me.
 
I suspect that they're smarter than the average Litizen.


I set the bar low to please animal rights activists.


The animals are less amused.


I think I just insulted our cats . . . . :rolleyes:


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