Destroy All Monsters, not Destroyed By Monsters

After listening to this, I believe I’ll avoid Ciara altogether.

I’d take a 1978 Jeep DJ-5A over this or any Prowler any day.

Perhaps no local dynamometer has survived its onslaught?

Yes, and something about finding 33,000 emails.

Do go read, “Bling Man’s Bluff”.  Fascinating short true stories of Cold War submarine espionage.

Can see your point.  But parts shouldn’t break/fall off my new car under ‘normal’ usage either.

In their next installment, Jason and David will explore the crystalline structure of every cubic mm of the mechanism that comprises the door latch from 17 different makes/eras of cars.

Today’s Stock Market Tip: Start buying Brawndo stock, now!

Shang Tsung totally approves.

Last summer I spent a few hours driving around a Ford Model T. Given my height, I had to sit with my left leg OUTSIDE the brake lever, putting me in a pretty extreme stress position. I could barely walk when I got out of the car and had terrible pain in my left knee. A few months later I had knee surgery to remove a…

You go broke by having to replace the front pads every 3000 miles and rotors at 6000.

The Wushof Classic has my vote as well.

The Wushof Classic has my vote as well.

Buy one of these, quick, before you can’t ever again!

Perhaps my comma was misplaced. “I’m an engineer” was meant to support that I was building my own stuff and didn’t need a purpose-built consumer ‘product’ to suit my needs. It isn’t meant to be “I know that dummy, I’m an engineer.”  Does that help?

Credit for the phrase goes to achewood.com: http://achewood.com/index.php?date=05112007

Had this happen when I was trying to order a specific Gates belt for a custom generator I designed that mounted on the exterior of an armored military vehicle. I had a Gates Application Engineer come to my facility to assist with selecting and positioning idlers, tensioner, and belt. Went to auto parts store to buy…

Shopped at the lone True Value in town for nine years and always got that ONE obnoxious guy who wouldn’t leave me alone.  Every stinking time...  He’s the one who helped me perfect my deflection routine.

Oh, I learned that lesson long ago.  Now I just tell them that I’m looking for <whatever I am standing in front of> and thank them for their help.  Wait until they go bother somebody else, then continue my actual purpose.