So, just what do you see when you are working?

So, the technicians ask me "what is that plug for"? "What is that big box for"?

Me, how the hell should I know...Do I look like I'm a trainer...Crap, that is what I'm supposed to do..

So, what do I tell everyone:

"The plug is for the lowside switching accessory package and the black box is part of the EVAP system, don't touch either of them".

Damn, I'm good.

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Anonymous said…

I am GENUINELY impressed! And I should tell you that I am a world-class master in obfuscating ignorance (remember, I pass myself of as a professor for a living). But do tell me... just what the hell am I looking at in those pix???

9:14 AM

Woodchuck said…

The underside of a Toyota FJ.

I will let you know as soon as I find out what the plug and black box are for.

baffle them with BS I always say...

6:46 PM

Anonymous said…

WC: "Don't touch either of them."

Tech: "Why? What'll happen?"

WC: "The wheels will fall off."

8:57 AM

Anonymous said…

You haven't exceeded your yearly budget of smoke and mirrors yet?

Wow, this furry woodland creature is good...

12:54 PM

Bert said…

You can say whatever the heck you want as long as it ends `BUT DON'T TOUCH EITHER OF THEM...' with slightly sinister undertones.

I just had a funny turn at Kel's.

6:18 PM

Anonymous said…

I thought you just stuck the key in and it made the car go vrooommm!

Sometimes I'm such an idiot.

9:24 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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