One year ago today: April 23, 2025, Miami & back.
Five years ago today: April 23, 2021, on foreign aid.
Nine years ago today: April 23, 2017, spotted hands.
Random years ago today: April 23, 2014, famous fries.
If you are reading this, I’m probably in Miami. A cancel at 2:00PM and I’m on the road by now. Only to get eight miles. The KIA began making a noise near the same engine location as that broken axle last year. It would move in low gear so I drove it as far home as possible, then bummed a ride. See, without the Hyundai, I’ve be up the creek. One problem, that unit has a flat and my cheap ass Michelin compressor is a piece of junk. It cuts off at 12.5 psi. So I borrowed the neighbors and it does the same. Is this some new OSHA brain-fart.
Yep, I’m stuck, but not as stuck as if I didn’t have a second vehicle. I stopped at Boost to discover Jake is gone and the new guy knows less about smart phones than I do. No, I cannot be sent off with the lame explanation that it’s an update. He kept trying to convince me the recording attachment was the same, I had a time convincing the guy I wanted my messages private, not played back aloud. He was unable to grasp this. Voice-to-text icon is still present and the flash message means Google has disable something locally.
Howie has a matching set of Bauer tools, it’s Harbor Freight’s cheaper brand. The cigarette lighter plugs have been disappointing. Howie’s able to fill tractor tires with his hand-hel, which uses a rechargeable battery. After seeing that, I spent the money on the tool, I’ll have to wait until May for the battery and charger. These items are expensive but my auto repair budget is well more that covering it. Kind of the worst possible timing but hey, it’s Florida.
The next photo is the new McGraw “hot dog”, the best small compressor I’ve ever had. You may recognize this Harbor Freight style from Tennessee. A pity to tie up cash in something that gets used so little but the expense of getting any help makes this the best alternative. Using the other tank for storage saves money as well.
It is true, the SPLC anti-right group has been caught shunting money to organizations like the KKK and Patriot Front. They claim it was to spy but even so, transferring money under false names is felony. No, you can’t do it, even the FBI needs special permission. As one source put it, this is what happens to Democrat anti-fascist funding when demand exceeds supply.
Indonesian sulfur mine.
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After that $1,000 hit from KIA over the alternator, I called the towing guys who bought the Town & Country. They say yes, if I can get the van to my driveway I’ll try, it was moving in low gear, indicating it stopped due to overheating. I’ll throw my bicycle in the other van and see if I can get it any closer to here. This is a PPP (the poor people problem) I’ve mentioned, how the system knows just when to gouge you. It is mid-afternoon and I am also overheated. Time for a siesta and see if the necessary work an happen with the sun lower in the sky. If it moves, I can have it here in ten minutes.
From there I get back to the KIA and discover transmission fluid on the pavement. While cool, I start up and pull it around the corner to a church parking lot. I prop a sign on the dash and walk back to douse the fluid stains on the pavement with oven cleaner. But I cannot find the transmission fluid spout. Remember, the Hyundai still needs a boost and that lithium does not stay charged as long as they say. It is already lugging, so I leave the motor running and that’s a quarter tank of wasted gas. What is your count so far?
I got the new compressor but had to get the store to lift it into the van. I have the distinct suspicion they gave me a return. I had to keep it, so add another PPP. And the portable compressor, it turns out, can and will tax your battery if you leave it plugged in. I sopped up some of the fluid on the pavement, and it is red, not the standard KIA green. What am I dealing with here?
Agt. M was waiting, he did not get my text. So I once again dropped every menu on my phone until I found “Force Google Stop”. It said all permissions were granted but Google lies. The microphone does not even show on the menu. I persisted and success. The Boost mobile people also lie, I got it working.
By how it is after dark and I’m pooped. I had to load the bicycle into the van just in case one or the other conked out. Then boys, I am ready for a beer. The old club was beckoning and I hobbled in to find that guy whose number I lot, the one who can 3D design. I had him pull his phone records and I never got even one of his texts. I said try it now and we have contact.
I got out to the parking lot and both my battery and booster are dead. The 3D guy drives a rebuild Mustang, so we jump-started. He thinks I’m a real “McGyver” or some TV character because I know about the starters and old-school wiring. But I’m too zonked so I got home to find those three Yueng-lings I was saving for a burn barrel, but thank you, I am helping myself now. It’s a good-day-of-work tiredness, which has been a while, and I like it. I’d also swung past the pallet place, there are none and no sign of Agt. R who lives right around that corner.
ADDENDUM
They have renewed two of my after-anesthetic pills. The symptoms have long since disappeared. Both are for stomach balance which, to me, is open admission they know that stuff is wicked. The numbness in my left upper leg is not the least concern to them. It is not so much getting better as I am getting used to it. Occasional sharp pains as it tries to reset. And the long-term pills from 2005 (statin, diuretic, thinner, cholesterol) now must be taken on fleek or my blood pressure reading soars.
