There is a Sunday strip coming up in which Oliver Addresses his disappointment with a Dr. Suess-ish poem.
American cars have a mix of metric and imperial fasteners. I think the biggest impact the metric system had in the U.S. was that it caused everyone who owned a set of wrenches or sockets to go out and buy a second set of the same tools in metric. I can still remember when my Dad finally broke down and purchased a metric socket set.
While components are often times difficult to physically access, I find the biggest problem the modern shade tree mechanic faces is diagnosing the problem in the first place.
With a $20 Bluetooth OBD connector and freely available software you can diagnose a lot of “check engine” stuff with your phone. If you dig a little deeper you can actually find software out there to tell you things like which wheel-speed sensor is bad. My dashboard lit up like a Christmas Tree the other day with ABS, Traction Control, Etc. I was able to pinpoint the problem to a $20 wheel speed sensor that will be here this afternoon from that online place named after a river.
I’ve saved a ton of cash over the years replacing inexpensive sensors simply by having the ability to diagnose which one is the problem. That saved money comes in handy when I need a mechanic to fix a REAL problem like a blown head-gasket. I put a job like that under “A man has GOT to know his limitations.”
That 50 years goes by WAY faster than you can imagine.
Chip has been waiting his whole career to use that line.
Yes, I wish the opportunity for jazz had been there. I grew up in a small town and went to a small school (HS graduating class of 48 students). There was only one band and we did it all: Concert, Parade, Pep Band, and Marching Band (football). There was no “signing up” for the various bands. You were either in band or you were not in band – period. This was also an economically repressed area in the 1980’s so there was no money in our house for anything the school didn’t provide.My Sr. year, we got a new band director and he attempted to start a jazz band. About 6 of us signed up. 3 of us had had piano lessons when they were younger, 3 of us had not. The 3 who had piano lessons “got it” but the rest of us were completely out of our realm of understanding or experience. Our director didn’t know what to do with the 3 of us and the attempted jazz band ultimately fizzled out.
Same here. In most school districts, High School Band teaches you to be an “instrument operator.” If you want to be a “musician,” you need to look elsewhere – like piano or guitar lessons. It took a later-in-life attempt at learning to play guitar to expose me to music theory – and the realization that I knew NOTHING about music in spite of playing trumpet from 5th grade through high-school.
“Bread w/ an egg on it” – Toast that bread and put some peanut butter on it and that’s what I’m having for breakfast this morning! (I’ve been accused by my 4 teen/adult children of being “a Dad.” It may be true. :) )
There is a family legend of a distant uncle or cousin who used to go up in a balloon and jump out with a parachute to entertain crowds back in the ’20s. He was a redhead so he went by the moniker “Mile High Red.” This strip has me wondering if he was a Veteran looking for work and a thrill.
My low spot only fills with water in the winter. My kids used to skate on it when they were little.