Thread: The book, An introduction

I'm beginning to think the road rage incident was my bull dozer moment...

I'd like to think I handled it well.

Some brief

The business I started because I was bored is doing well, It could probably be better but Im not taking it too seriously and with some crap that gone sideways recently Im kind of thinking maybe I should just go get a job as a tyre monkey or a hose fitter where I can just zen out and do the simple simple parts of my job that I really enjoy.

Ive moved twice in less than 6 months.

The updates on the funny stuff in my life havent been coming as much as they used to because there just isnt as much fun in my life anymore everythings on survival mode, effectively the low that I troughed into over leaving what was the last of the good part of my life in Katherine has sustained its average, theres been some ups and some downs, I've tried to keep the ups for here.

I think you were wise not to get out of your car as I find people with weapons are often collectors so have more than one knife. Likewise moving twice to avoid a crazy person is a good idea, and you were there for your friend when they needed you and I'm sure they'll reach out if they need you to be a friend again.

Dave,

I'm sorry to see you feeling down. Anytime you are in the area why not drop in - you know how to get here (you'll find the road is better now), just call or send a PM ahead to make sure I'm home.

Interesting as always, in you inimitable fashion! IIf I don't call you first, give me a tingle, or even better, call in when you're up this way.

Originally Posted by Ranga

Interesting as always, in you inimitable fashion! IIf I don't call you first, give me a tingle, or even better, call in when you're up this way.

Indeed, and likewise always happy to catch up.

When you call up with an electrical problem and you're asked to check the fuses, check the power lights, to then cycle the circuit breakers and the battery isolator switch and call back with what happens when you do that...

You should probably do as asked....

3 hrs I waited for the customer to turn up and on arrival I noticed that the battery isoloator switch was in the on position, which was horizontal, which was not as I installed the switch. Very carefully I rotated the Isoloator switch to the vertical Off position, watched everything light up as expected before removing and rotating the decal around the isolator, Off is now on, on is now off and everything is working.

For future reference, If you ever do an install and are asked to leave the stickers off so the customer can do their own paint and carpet, write in obnoxious brain damaginly flurescent paint, what the swithes do and their positions....

I could have been half way to a half days snowboarding.

why $400, I waited 3 hours, its $100/hr and 4hr minimum.....

I probably should have expected it them being a non landrover customer and all, just not enough experience diagnosing lucas electricals to have the experience to fault find.

Crawling along some Melbourneish main road in the early morning heading to apparently the same place as some P plater in a lifted wobbly wheeled light festooned patrol whom was treasuring the right lane, clutch snapping gear grabbing coal rolling launch from each of the lights for some nose dippin tail lifting mud floaty tyre skipping brakery for the next set to be unrushedly passed in the middle lane by some old coot in an antique landrover too lazy to change gears just rolling in top cog easing the foot on and off to time the lights...

We did come across a nemisis, A hill, a long, torque sapping constantish grade hill.

The landrover leads the approach, having wound up from a long rolling start from the lights a good 4 or 5 lengths ahead of the still accellerating patrol, A glance at the gauges and a sly self contained grin, the foot lifts slightly the boost dials back and the egts dip, Into the hill now and the patrols bogged down but a quick soot launching downshift has it making ground again, barwork to door. A teasing flex of the right big toe in the steel caps and the next few feet of gain come agonizingly slowly nearly door to door and another slight dip and whistling of turbo abuse as the patrol grabs down another gear, more smoke ground is again being made.

This is the precursor second to the moment, Turning to look up at the driver of the patrol a wave, friendly left hand up , right hand up on 12 on the wheel. he looks egotistically grinning at the old delapitatedly forlorne flakey painted bodywork of Arkie. He extends the middle finger. A touch of weight to the ball of my right and suddenly all forward gains cease, still waving a look down at the gauges concerned, hold the look of concern returning to lock stares at the plater in the patrol.

This is the moment, waving ceases with a reach to flick on the thermo fans hand hovering where it can be seen leaving no doubt as to the complete lack of subterfuge of holding the same gear. Utter complete unilateral benevolently smug disrespect beaming from an ever growing smile at the same rate as the calf is let to add weight to the pedal. Deminishing metal to floor mat clearance, Rising EGT, Climing boost and the slow ineroxable rise of the Speedo as the gap between the waking vintaged veteran and the yipped up strung out teeny widens, A laugh for a quick power downshift and the gap opens faster to a palour of soot. An indicator flashes and someone passes left to the middle and again to the now available 3rd lane.

Meanwhile, elsewhere a page on a calander turns as the climb completes and a new day approaches.