Random Thought Thread

Murphjd25 said:
It’s like an engine brake, except the vanes inside the turbo close down, preventing flow through it, and feeds back pressure into the engine to slow the truck down without needing to apply the brakes. It works great for towing, and every day. I’ve still got 2/3 of pad life left on my brake pads on the oem pads, at 115,000 miles.
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how do I put one on my wife's subaru
 
yoko said:
We used to have stone packed mud ball fights when I was little....

Ran across the street to re load (oh it was a good one that perfect consistency thick goopy mud.... loaded with the most pointy edge rocks I could find)

I put everything I had into that rock filled mud grenade.... I felt like Nolan Ryan when it left my hand....

I wasn't paying attention to the road in my excitement.... soon as I let go of it.... a brand new chevy truck drove in front the mud balls destructive path

Cracked the passenger window... chipped the windshield and messed up the paint...I learned a lesson that day

If you are going to dumb stuff ....don't be a rolly polly chubby kid who can't run fast

Hahaha
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So you started painting at a really young age….
 
In 5th and 6th grade Mom, ‘lil bro, ‘lil sis, and I lived on a salt water lagoon. The neighbor kid was my only friend and he had an older brother. They had $ which equals slingshots, pellet guns, a boat, etc. We did not.

Just for fun, they’d raid us w/ superior firepower. Every single time, we ambushed them in our marsh. To even things out, my brother and I would camo up w/ mud, set traps, load up on rocks and sticks, and do battle.

Funny thing is, I never thought they held a grudge about our successful gorilla tactics. Then one day, Kurt (my buddy) and I are goof in’ off in his dad’s garage. He loads some small as nails in his pellet gun and shoots me right in the leg. Mind you, it wasn’t a Boot Dagger wound but it hurt like a sunnuvabeotch!!!

I’m only recourse was to grab a stick of his dad’s sprinkler pipe 1 in pls and which him a couple times. Whoops !!! He grabbed his dad’s golf clubs and I was out !

They lived on 5 acres so I had a long way to run from those golf clubs so I was gettin’ after it. Kurt was a big kid so goddam he could throw a 9 iron far. I swear the head of the club that hit me dented my noggin. The shaft left a welt straight down my back. It’s almost like he went to @Lorien’s School for Throwing shit !!!

After a bit, my buddy cautiously approached to see if I was O.K. Soon after, we were mutually apologetic and we went back to play Atari 2600 at his place. The following day, we went fishing and had a jellyfish fight. Through it all, we were inseparable and only stronger for it! Seems like a million years ago but what a memory……
 
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EMCEE said:
In 5th and 6th grade Mom, ‘lil bro, ‘lil sis, and I lived on a salt water lagoon. The neighbor kid was my only friend and he had an older brother. They had $ which equals slingshots, pellet guns, a boat, etc. We did not.
Just for fun, they’d raid us w/ superior firepower. Every single time, we ambushed them in our marsh. To even things out, my brother and I would camo up w/ mud, set traps, load up on rocks and sticks, and do battle.
Funny thing is, I never thought they held a grudge about our successful gorilla tactics. Then one day, Kurt (my buddy) and I are goof in’ off in his dad’s garage. He loads some small as nails in his pellet gun and shoots me right in the leg. Mind you, it wasn’t a Boot Dagger wound but it hurt like a sunnuvabeotch!!!
I’m only recourse was to grab a stick of his dad’s sprinkler pipe 1 in pls and which him a couple times. Whoops !!! He grabbed his dad’s golf clubs and I was out !
They lived on 5 acres so I had a long way to run from those golf clubs so I was gettin’ after it. Kurt was a big kid so goddam he could throw a 9 iron far. I swear the head of the club that hit me dented my noggin. The shaft left a welt straight down my back. It’s almost like he went to @Lorien’s School for Throwing shit !!!
After a bit, my buddy cautiously approached to see if I was O.K. Soon after, we were mutually apologetic and we went back to play Atari 2600 at his place. The following day, we went fishing and had a jellyfish fight. Through it all, we were inseparable and only stronger for it! Seems like a million years ago but what a memory……
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40 years later, you can barely tell that you got hit in the head!
Happy birthday.
 
EMCEE said:
In 5th and 6th grade Mom, ‘lil bro, ‘lil sis, and I lived on a salt water lagoon. The neighbor kid was my only friend and he had an older brother. They had $ which equals slingshots, pellet guns, a boat, etc. We did not.

Just for fun, they’d raid us w/ superior firepower. Every single time, we ambushed them in our marsh. To even things out, my brother and I would camo up w/ mud, set traps, load up on rocks and sticks, and do battle.

Funny thing is, I never thought they held a grudge about our successful gorilla tactics. Then one day, Kurt (my buddy) and I are goof in’ off in his dad’s garage. He loads some small as nails in his pellet gun and shoots me right in the leg. Mind you, it wasn’t a Boot Dagger wound but it hurt like a sunnuvabeotch!!!

I’m only recourse was to grab a stick of his dad’s sprinkler pipe 1 in pls and which him a couple times. Whoops !!! He grabbed his dad’s golf clubs and I was out !

They lived on 5 acres so I had a long way to run from those golf clubs so I was gettin’ after it. Kurt was a big kid so goddam he could throw a 9 iron far. I swear the head of the club that hit me dented my noggin. The shaft left a welt straight down my back. It’s almost like he went to @Lorien’s School for Throwing shit !!!

After a bit, my buddy cautiously approached to see if I was O.K. Soon after, we were mutually apologetic and we went back to play Atari 2600 at his place. The following day, we went fishing and had a jellyfish fight. Through it all, we were inseparable and only stronger for it! Seems like a million years ago but what a memory……
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We would stab our pump action pop guns into the dirt to get a big plug of sod, and pump up the pressure and shoot them at each other.
 
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