Here's Jimmy Rogers and I, after doing some of the same stuff (with tutelage). This process developed some of its own rituals under Mack, Phiss, and Olsen. No singing till a part was off (not before). No cursing when a wrench fell on your face. And proclaiming how you liked eating Baghdad mud - when the inevitable occurred - a pile of crud gunked onto whatever space you were fiddling with fell right on your teeth as you were grimacing. These were some of the ground rules.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Fun With Trucks!
This is what truck day, (Saturday), is sometimes like. (not usually this involved.) For the past two weeks, we've been gutting the catalytic converters, to add more juice to our over-burdened engines. The converters strangle air-flow, and they could hardly make Baghdad air better or worse - so they're getting some "modifications." Mack and Phiss are grease-monkeys, so they led the way and perfected the technique.