And come up smellin’ like a new truck. I’ve got a 1999 Toyota Tacoma truck that I bought new (guess when). I’ve always thought of it as my “new” truck, as she still looks good, paint is shiny, & it always starts & gets me where I want to go (original battery too!).
I got a letter from Toyota USA last week indicating there may be some issues with the frames on trucks of my vintage. So off to the dealer I go, & sure enough, the frame’s got the STINKINGCRUDROT. That’s the bad (?) news.
The good news is that Toyota is buying back these trucks at 1.5x the Kelley Blue Book retail price, and all units are considered in excellent condition for this buyback.
So, here I am, with a damn near 10-year-old truck, & they’re going to give me the better part of $13k for it.
Happy crap like this doesn’t happen to me.
But y’know? I think I just might buy a new one for the $5k & change…
Sortin’ out the trash yesterday afternoon (we have to do that here), I was impressed with the sheer quantity of empty ammo boxes. Calibers with numbers from .22 to .45, & a shitton in between. Even with about half the total quantity somewhat crushed, they amounted to a 1/2 filled 33 gallon trash barrel! Folks, that’s a lot of cardboard.
And the cool part? Much of what was fired was done so by someone other than those who brought it. -----------------
A side benefit/curse of hosting an event, are the leftovers.
I’ve got a lifetime supply of Gatorade. Good supply of bottled water & soda. Still eating the beef jerky (mmmm…) Watermelon for breakfast, lunch & supper- good with the jerky for a balanced meal. Peanuts- Peanuts- Peanuts! I have enough brass to jumpstart the red metals economy were I to release it to the market. I’m still munchin’ on Lissa’s cookies (mostly just crumbs now- 8^(.
Today at the Doubletrouble ranch a veritable hoard of crazy gun totin’ bloggers & commenters stormed ashore. You can just imagine the bloodshed (with EVERYONE armed ‘n all) that befell my humble abode. Arguments breaking out, shooting at each other… um, no, wait…
I & the Mrs. had a most enjoyable day. Sure, it’s a little effort to host such a thing, but Jay G did all the organizing. The humidity was stifling, but did little to stifle the humor & good will of all in attendance. There was much talk (you’d expect something else at a BLOGGER meet?), & a LOT of hardware.
Sittin’ around with the group at lunchtime, it was difficult to keep food/drink in one’s mouth. Someone would say something, & BANG- someone else had a waggish response. Think spittin’ coffee/beer on you monitor when you read some of these folks.
There are hundreds of tales to be told (& I’m sure they will all be so on other blogs), but a funny moment was related to me by the Mrs.
Lissa was shooting a lever action .22 on the firing line with a bunch of other shooters. Now Lissa is new at shooting, & others on the line were letting go with big, noisy, centerfire rifles. She’s running the lever, pulling the trigger, & spewing live rounds all over the place from the ejection port. The Mrs. stopped her- "You aren’t shooting that rifle". Lissa- "I couldn’t feel the gun (it IS a .22) shoot, & it’s so noisy I couldn’t tell".
Please don’t be offended Lissa, but that’s funny, right there. And you WERE a good sport about it...