Ah, the primary tool. A tapometer. And an adjustable wrench (Mexican ratchet)
I know the feeling. I judge my jobs now by how many Advil it will take. I replaced the struts and shocks on the wife’s car last week. Christ I’m still recovering. Getting old is not pleasant.The very tool
BTW: The pain is mine now that I have finished working on it for today. Years ago I would have had hours more tinkering time left in the day but now I'm old and worn by the ravages of time and nature, constantly pooped and generally shagged out I'm ready for a hot tub, my slippers, some painkillers [hence the pain reference] and a snooze!
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I know the feeling. I judge my jobs now by how many Advil it will take. I replaced the struts and shocks on the wife’s car last week. Christ I’m still recovering. Getting old is not pleasant.
And just the same, I learned long ago to be wary of burley bearded dudes wheeling a 5 lb peenball hammer, regardless of age.The very tool
BTW: The pain is mine now that I have finished working on it for today. Years ago I would have had hours more tinkering time left in the day but now I'm old and worn by the ravages of time and nature, constantly pooped and generally shagged out I'm ready for a hot tub, my slippers, some painkillers [hence the pain reference] and a snooze!
I have just flipped the image so it is no longer in reverse.
You nailed it. The few things I’ve had others do , I ended up redoing. Talented tradesmen are getting scarce. Why do they call it our golden years.? Lead seems a more suitable metal.No it's horrible. Add the legacy of illness and treatment to the mix some physical stuff becomes a real challenge. I just have to admit that I'm no longer capable of fixing things what I would once have done with ease, and enjoyment. But I do so hate farming things out to others and then discovering perhaps things are not quite right.
And just the same, I learned long ago to be wary of burley bearded dudes wheeling a 5 lb peenball hammer, regardless of age.
It’s a good look. Even if you don’t have the energy to lay a beatin on them you can still scare the shit out of themWhat, like the dodgy geezer in my photo you mean?
You nailed it. The few things I’ve had others do , I ended up redoing. Talented tradesmen are getting scarce. Why do they call it our golden years.? Lead seems a more suitable metal.
Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad. At least the wench part.I think they are only golden if you like doing bugger all except sitting in a rocking chair telling tall stories to gullible children while sipping good single malt, then having a thirty something buxom wench provide a soothing and most enjoyably stimulating massage to aid recovery.
Well, like the war and so many other things, it’s beyond our control. So onwards and upwards. If your GP won’t submit to the hammer, treat yourself to a bigger bloody hammerI think they are only golden if you like doing bugger all except sitting in a rocking chair telling tall stories to gullible children while sipping good single malt, then having a thirty something buxom wench provide a soothing and most enjoyably stimulating massage to aid recovery.
Looks like the roof needs tinker tooArmed and dangerous in the ATF fleece tanker.
Jeep fixing day, there will be pain!
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Looks like the roof needs tinker too
Looking very studly there Phil !Early Eastman BoB Irvin obtained from @Micawber recently. It's a very comfortable jacket. There are however no redeeming features to a trip to the neighbouring County town ...
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Kind of you Burt but "A bad day on the bike is better than a good day at the office"Looking very studly there Phil !
Profound words of wisdom, Good Sir !Kind of you Burt but "A bad day on the bike is better than a good day at the office"
Hey that looks familiar! Notice the two marking pips on the pocket corners? It's brand new. Beautiful. I also think the mouton color is what the Navy had in mind with the Dynel stuff.