Captainkirk's Duster project
Good point. I will......
So, if anyone had an excuse to renege on their promise, it was The Captain. Hard at work today cleaning, treating and priming (of all things!) corrosion on an aircraft. So I come home, go to pick up my one decent car (Dodge, of course!) from the repair shop where it had been looked at for a severe front end shimmy on braking. The guy calls this morning to inform me it's only bad rotors; did we want him to go ahead and fix it for some $400-odd dollars? Nah, that's OK....button it up; I'll fix it myself. So, after work, head out and pick up the car, stop at the Auto Zone on the way home for brake pads and rotors.....might as well do an oil change while I'm under there.....rip into it, stopping only for a quick dinner, then right back at it......oil change done, no leaks, brake pads and rotors changed, time for a quick test-hop; works great!....quick; back to Auto Zone before they close for the brake pad core credit. Once home, I scramble to put away all the tools scattered all over....crap, it's 9:30!!! I should really go surf the net, visit FABO, read my email and work on finishing that book I started. You can't work full-tilt like this, I tell myself! Besides, all that rust crap is demoralizing.....OK: I'm going in now. As I walk past The Duke, I poke my head under the gaping hole where the Grand Heart of Thunder once beat loudly and stare at my unfinished handiwork.....I recall my promise to you guys last night that I'd hit it tonight, and then John Wayne barks in my ear; "Saddle up! We're burning daylight!"
A long sigh escapes my lips as I crawl under The Duke and assume the position. An hour and a half later I emerge, covered in rust, reeling from the paint fumes, grinning from ear to ear. Tonight you win, Duke!
Good point. I will......
So, if anyone had an excuse to renege on their promise, it was The Captain. Hard at work today cleaning, treating and priming (of all things!) corrosion on an aircraft. So I come home, go to pick up my one decent car (Dodge, of course!) from the repair shop where it had been looked at for a severe front end shimmy on braking. The guy calls this morning to inform me it's only bad rotors; did we want him to go ahead and fix it for some $400-odd dollars? Nah, that's OK....button it up; I'll fix it myself. So, after work, head out and pick up the car, stop at the Auto Zone on the way home for brake pads and rotors.....might as well do an oil change while I'm under there.....rip into it, stopping only for a quick dinner, then right back at it......oil change done, no leaks, brake pads and rotors changed, time for a quick test-hop; works great!....quick; back to Auto Zone before they close for the brake pad core credit. Once home, I scramble to put away all the tools scattered all over....crap, it's 9:30!!! I should really go surf the net, visit FABO, read my email and work on finishing that book I started. You can't work full-tilt like this, I tell myself! Besides, all that rust crap is demoralizing.....OK: I'm going in now. As I walk past The Duke, I poke my head under the gaping hole where the Grand Heart of Thunder once beat loudly and stare at my unfinished handiwork.....I recall my promise to you guys last night that I'd hit it tonight, and then John Wayne barks in my ear; "Saddle up! We're burning daylight!"
A long sigh escapes my lips as I crawl under The Duke and assume the position. An hour and a half later I emerge, covered in rust, reeling from the paint fumes, grinning from ear to ear. Tonight you win, Duke!
