One year ago today: July 17, 2024, eBay is labor intensive.
Five years ago today: July 17, 2020, wood & wire cage, hmmmm.
Nine years ago today: July 17, 2016, Armed Forces Radio.
Random years ago today: July 17, 2010, drum machines suck.
There’s no easy way to categorize a day like this. Decisions with real consequences were everywhere, as I left the cabin at 7:30PM. I discovered once again, by motorcycle, Davie, Floirida is 2 hours and 38 minutes away. By car/van it is four hours. You see, in a car, you cannot drive around or avoid immigrant drivers. It’s not their race, I never said that, it is their “me first” culture. Tell you what, let’s start with what went right. Remember my squawk about that $475 lumbar support? It was finally approved by my insurance I just received the rebate check.
An hour later I was in the clinic for so-so news. It’s not my injury, it’s my age If the next few months shows improvement, I will be on the steroid injections for life. Here’s some footage of what I call the Mystery Car.
Agt. M regularly finds cars in perfect shape except for repairable body damage, and this is the latest. He then repairs them to perfect condition, many examples are somewhere in this blog. He told me several times what make and model, but millennial cars all look alike to me, hence it’s a mystery. In this case, he is replacing a bend front bumper mount, showing how the design now used an adjustable flange so parts no longer have to fit exactly at the factory. And people are driving these things.
I had to pass downtown near the original trailer court and noted the changes. Remember that golf course two blocks from city center? All the ancient trees are gone as the instant tenements known as condos arrive. Totally destroyed is the last “nice town” vestige of the city. And you can forget parking within walking distance without paying by the minute. By the time I finished my banking, it was too late to call JZ.
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Then over to Agt. M, the Robitics Club substation. The brake lights are fixed, no charge, hey it is the club. So are the turn signals and backup, no charge. Then a feast of sushi, baked chicken, French rolls, cole slaw, and egg salad. Also no charge. He’s got a couple vehicles work in progress. He does excellent body work and gets major fender benders with intact innards. Fix them up and flip them. Today had a 2025 just off the assembly line with a crunched in front end. It runs fine and he’s replacing the bumper, hood, and some front-end fittings. But every part is a rip-off. The hood is $900 of cheap-ass material, the bumper is $850.
t is an inline fuel-injected three cyclinder with “igniters” instead of spark plugs. One glance at the installation give me the impression it is fully designed to be as unrepairable by mere mortals as possible. Hardly a cubic inch of spare space under the hood. And three cylinders is reminiscent of Soviet-era lawntractors, if they had any.
I won’t be subscribing to Sirius. The vehicle was bought and registered in Tennessee with no connection to my old office address. Junk mail has begun to arrive there. Checking the coded address, I see that it is another medical office selling my private information again. But, same as last time, which one?
