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Sometimes

Well, that wasn’t it. It was a fouled plug.

Sometimes I feel like giving up, selling the truck, and buying something else.

The strongest steel is forged in the fire of a dumpster.

Some wise person on the internet.

But with car prices as they are I don’t want a new bill for the house. I’ll figure it out eventually.

That’s it. (Hopefully) Thats the post.

Oh, and uh, Happy Father’s Day to all you fellas just trying to hold it together.

You are not alone. We’re all in this together.

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π™³πš˜πš—πšŽ

πš†πšŽπš•πš•, πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš” πš’πšœ πšπš’πš—πšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš˜πšŸπšŽπš›, πš πš˜πš›πš”πš πš’πšœπšŽ πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’, πšŠπš—πš πš—πš˜πš  πš’πšβ€™πšœ πšπš’πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πšπš˜πš πš— 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πš˜πšžπšœπšŽ πš‹πšžπšœπš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšžπšŒπš” πš’πšœ πšπš’πšŸπš’πš—πš πš–πšŽ πšŒπš›πšŠπš™. π™Έπš πšπš˜πšŽπšœπš—β€™πš πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš›πš—πš’πš—πšπšœ 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš–πš’ πš–πšŠπš’πš— πš™πš›πš˜πš“πšŽπšŒπš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš.

You never know what you’ll see on the road.

πš†πšŽ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπšœπšžπšŠπš• 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πš˜πšžπšœπšŽ, πšŒπš•πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπšœ, πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš—πš’πš—πš, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. π™Έβ€™πš– πš‘πšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπš– πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš™πšŠπšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πšžπš™ πšŽπšœπšœπšŽπš—πšπš’πšŠπš•πšœ πšπš˜πš› πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš—πš—πšžπšŠπš• πšπš›πš’πš™ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πšžπš—πšπšŠπš’πš—πšœ πš—πš˜πš . πš†πšŽ π™°π™»πš†π™°πšˆπš‚ 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πšžπš™ πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš˜πš›πšπš˜πš 𝚊 πš“πšŠπšŒπš”πšŽπš πš˜πš› πš‹πš˜πš˜πšπšœ, 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ 𝚊 πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš.

Hi, Kyle.

𝙸 πš—πšŽπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πš’πš– πšžπš™ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš’πšŸπšŽπš πšŠπš’ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš 𝚊𝚜 πš πšŽπš•πš•, πšŠπš™πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπš•πš’.

π™°πšœ πšπšŠπš› 𝚊𝚜 πš πš˜πš›πš” πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšœ 𝚐𝚘 πš πš’πšπš‘ πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πšŽπšœπšŽπšπšœ, πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš” πš‘πšŠπšœπš—β€™πš πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— 𝚝𝚘𝚘 πšπšŽπš›πš›πš’πš‹πš•πšŽ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽπšœπšŽ πšœπšπš˜πš›πš–πšœ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš”πš’πš•πš•πšŽπš πš’πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”, πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘. 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚠𝚘 πšœπšπš˜πš›πšŽπšœ πš•πš˜πšœπšŽ πš™πš˜πš πšŽπš› πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš πš™πš˜πš πšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚒. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πšπš˜πš˜πš” πš•πš’πšπš‘πšπš—πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πš•πš˜πšœπš πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšœπš’πšœπšπšŽπš–πšœ 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšžπš‹πš•πš’πšŒ. π™Έπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš™πšŽπšŠπšŒπšŽπšπšžπš• πšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πš—πš˜πš˜πš— πšπš’πš—πš’πšœπš‘πš’πš—πš πšžπš™ πš–πš’ πš πšŽπšŽπš”.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πšœπš.

sᴇᴇɒᴀʀs

π™ΌπšŠπš’πš—πšπšŽπš—πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 π™·πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšƒπš˜ πšƒπšŠπš”πšŽ π™²πšŠπš›πšŽ π™Ύπš πšˆπš˜πšžπš› πš‚πš‘…𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏

Short and sweet, if you have the ability and the knowledge to DIY your car maintenance, do.

I had a bad oil pressure switch in the Ranger, and after watching a couple of videos, I realized that these guys (and one gal) weren’t working the same engine. All the others were on the bottom, mine in the back, up top. Easy fix. A booger to get in.

THAT is Anti-Seize Lubricant #81343 if ya need a new shade for out on the town.

I also swapped a couple of plugs I think were fouled from my leak. Hopefully, this will fix the problem of the rough starts in the morning. But we will see tomorrow.

An oil change and some clean up later and I am hopefully good to go.

I saved time and I saved money. I also enjoy doing this myself. Experiences may vary.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Pile It On

I started early this week working on Sunday. Today the scheduler piled more activities on my already packed schedule, and I know this can’t continue. I can’t continue doing it. Something has to give.


And it looks like something is trying to. I have more small problems with this truck, and it’s only love that’s keeping us together. I think there’s a song about that.

Crap.

I think it’s a short or possibly a bad fuse. Hopefully, nothing more difficult. But the K.I.S.S. (keep it simple stupid) method is best. Start at the easy end and work your way to more complex.

It seems to have corrected itself for now, and nothing else seems wrong. No leaks. The oil level is good. The temp is good.

Probably nothing. Maybe something.

Bruce is old and temperamental. Hence the name.

It’s just one more thing in an already hectic week.

Pile it on.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Guter Samstag

Today has been long but worth it.

I was up at 5 AM and off to finish my closest store for work. It was only five or six activities but with help being scarce a Saturday morning was called for.

After that, I headed home to work on a problem with Dad. My truck has been sitting. It started smoking a while ago and I was afraid to drive it.

Dad

We were willing to disassemble the entire engine and figure out the problem. I could go into debt on another car payment. But that’s not favorable.

Dads is an old shade tree mechanic. He can listen to an engine, smell the exhaust, taste in the air what’s wrong with it. It just takes him awhile sometimes.

Twenty-five dollars later, Blue Devil is, if not a lifesaver, a wallet saver. We followed the directions and fifty minutes later the problem was solved.

And Bruce is back on the road. The Escape still has no air but Bruce does. I love this truck. Manual V6 and lots of distance to cover. And cold air. Thanks to Pop.

It was a good Saturday.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Thankful

Y’all know what tomorrow is. I have a lot to be thankful for.

A home. A family. A good job. So very blessed to have all I have.

I complain to much about what happens and not the results of what happens good or bad.

I need to change that. I will change that.


The boss called me today about my new part-timer, and she’s the lady I mentioned the other day.

He asked me if I was going to talk her up to him. I told him I didn’t need to. She’ll show him. I have all the faith in the world in that. She impressed me when we worked together years ago.

I’m thankful I’ll be getting some help.


I’m thankful that at fifty-three years old, I’m still working and learning.

I learn little things to make my days easier at work every day.

Tomorrow morning I’m learning yet another thing on the truckβ€”oxygen sensors.

I have splurged and bought ze fancy French onez.

Bank 2 Sensor 1 is failing, causing the fuel system to work in a closed-loop, according to the log.

I don’t understand all of it, but I know where that oxygen sensor is and how to change it.

This is causing misfires. I can’t feel them but the OBD can read them. The truck starts a little rough but settles in quickly after starting out if the drive. My MPG has actually increased by .5 miles per gallon.

If it weren’t for the OBD reader and a check engine light, I probably wouldn’t notice.

It’s good to learn new things. I feel like I’m tweaking this here and there and I can’t really complain about twenty-two year old parts failing.

It happens.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Run

I was in two locations today for work. I left the second one to head out to another city for my daughter’s ring ceremony at school.

The road I took was Flat Rock between Heath Springs and Camden, SC. It’s a good run. Easily twenty miles, and today, I pretty much had it to myself.

So I could open the truck up and run. No traffic. No other cars. No cops, luckily. (Nothing against the cops, everything against a ticket. πŸ˜‰)

So I ran. It’s just a simple happy thing: a radio, a straight stick truck, and an open road.

Not a thought in my head for twenty miles.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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1999 Ford Ranger Project: A Day Off

I have to admit I did not have an enjoyable morning. The shudders and stutters are back.

I drove around a bit, and things cleared up. I was thinking that it might be bad plugs or wires again. But these shouldn’t have gone bad within the time since I’ve changed them out. I’m going to check them, but I did some research tonight and I may have found the culprit.

From what I’ve read on the Ranger Forums and a few other places in conjunction with some 1-A Auto videos, I believe I have seen all my symptoms for this being the problem.

I worked ahead today to lessen my load Thursday and Friday.

Tomorrow, I’m going in.

And a day off wrenching will still be better than a day on the floor in retail. Also, it’s a paid vacation day, and I need some time in my hands and out of my head.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Dad Stuff/Truck Stuff

I had another leak on Bruce. Same spot where we replaced the radiator hose.

Come to find out that the part the hose attaches to was the problem.

It was a tough part to remove and replace. We, me and Pop, spent the better part of the morning getting it out and back in. But it’s fixed.

During all this we had to remove a spindle that involves the serpentine belt so that we could actually reach the part. When we cranked it back up there was a horrible screech. Like banshees in a bag on fire beating a group of cats.

The truck still runs. It’s drivable. But they will hear you coming from miles away.

Still, no good for me.


I went on from working on the truck to going to the band competition and helping there, loading and unloading, etc.

84Β° in October in South Carolina may as well be 100Β°. Long story short, I was already worn out. I hadn’t eaten we’ll yesterday and I got a bit dehydrated fairly quickly. I have some minor problems with a recurring Hiatal hernia problem and I aggravated that.

Also, I try to film for the band and sat in the top of the bleachers in the sun which exacerbated the problem. That’s when Pop came over to check on me.

Good grandparents don’t miss grandkid stuff and they were there watching. Apparently while I was looking for them in the stands, I walked right passed them. I saw them but didn’t see them. Which cued mom to have dad come check on me.

The result was near heat exhaustion, and hernia problems knocked me down last night and today. I’ve been in and out of it on the couch. I feel 100% better than at 3 AM this morning.

Just to back track a bit, the wife received her second vaccine shot Friday. We ended up in the ER yesterday at 4 AM. She’s okay. Working through it. In my opinion our earlier fears are justified. She shouldn’t have been required to take the shot with her medical history. But this isn’t a medical or political page.

Sleep deprivation will throw you for a loop as well.


Today while I was somewhere in the void, Pop came and got the truck and replaced that part causing the noise. He wasn’t asked to. Didn’t have to.

He won’t even let me pay him.

And he told me, β€œI see what you do for your family and how hard you push. I don’t realize what you do sometimes.”

And I said thank you and he went back home.

And I stood in the garage and broke down. Because after all these years, he realizes, and that affects me in a healing sort of way.

And he knows, too.

What I do for my family I do out of love for my family. A lot of the time I do not matter. As long as they are safe and happy and healthy, I’m good.

It’s a joke from the old tv commercial. People make memes about it all the time.

What my dad knows is that I learned it from watching him. I’m a product of the way he raised me.

He never set a bad example for me.

I’m good today. I’ll be better tomorrow.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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