- May 8, 2006
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Just for GK. I'll leave the bolts out until I confirm lights and senders are actual working.
So now it's just odds and ends with the most pressing portion being the tune. I've been working on a couple other projects, mainly the old J10 truck which has been affectionately (and rightfully) named "Rusty" by the kids. The bed interior really isn't bad in comparison to the cab, but it gives me a chance to practice but welds, plug welds, and lap welds. So in the three patches I've done so far, I've learned a ton. One thing I've learned is that I am not a natural with a welder, and that my bottle gauge needs to be taped occasionally. Oh, another is that bird crap tac welds seem to be harder to grind away........or my shame makes it feel that way.
So now it's just odds and ends with the most pressing portion being the tune. I've been working on a couple other projects, mainly the old J10 truck which has been affectionately (and rightfully) named "Rusty" by the kids. The bed interior really isn't bad in comparison to the cab, but it gives me a chance to practice but welds, plug welds, and lap welds. So in the three patches I've done so far, I've learned a ton. One thing I've learned is that I am not a natural with a welder, and that my bottle gauge needs to be taped occasionally. Oh, another is that bird crap tac welds seem to be harder to grind away........or my shame makes it feel that way.



e, now you have to buy it," as I shake his hand. I pretty much calm my 4 a.m. demon by watching Roadkill episodes, so "let's see what we can do." I drive to the local Oreily's, buy a rearview mirror, the glue (when did they stop coming together), and some Lucas "high mileage." In my mind, I'm going to add the Lucas and hear the symphony of a 4.0 as it quiets down. It did, if you turn up the stereo enough. This is where the caveman in me justifies every mile closer to home is a bit cheaper for the tow....besides, I just might make it...it is 2021! My son looks at me like I've lost my mind as I tell the wife to head home and propel my wounded XJ out of Oreily's. Hell yeah, game on....best episode of roadkill ever! Nope, 20 miles from home the motor comes apart and we deftly coast to safety on the side of the road. AS my son looks at me with a worried face, I try to restart the Jeep. It sounds like a coffee can full of metal in a dryer. Needless to say, I now own an XJ in need of another 4.0 or an LS swap. I'm such an arse.