Glen, I checked at a couple shops today but the AC part number is defunct. One of the guys dug deeper and found one with part number UF48 for Porsche but it is made my Standard. It is $66.00.

I didn't go with the national chains but instead to smaller stores that are locally owned. I figured since we had an AC plant here I might get lucky with one sitting in inventory.

The one you posted on Amazon is a different part number but I'm not sure what the difference is.

All this posting this morning is shocking.

No wonder all the hot rod guys switch over to Mallory ignition.

Da-dum chish! Good one Richard.

A road crew is repaving a short section of our road today. They showed up around 1230 and expect to have it done in a few hours. One of the workers asked if he could put his lunch box under our tree. I obviously told him it was cool as long as they don't block my driveway whilst working.

Now I think I'll entertain them with a drum solo. :D

My wife relayed a story via email today. I swear the kid will be in politics.

Jacob was just asking me about that embroidered cat that is gray on one side and orange on the other.
He says "Remember how I am always changing that cat from Orange to gray?"
I said " No I don't remember that. I remember asking who keeps changing that cat and you always saying not me."
He said " I don't remember that either."

Yep, sounds like a born politician. My condolences. ;)
My first job was at a professional photo place. Part of my job was to go hang out at the state capitol and take pictures of the senators and representatives, and the Governor. At that time it was George Wallace. I learned a lot about politics then.

Poli = more than one and often many
ticks = blood sucking parasites.

Put those together and that is a politician.

We had a local drive-thru close day before yesterday. It has been packed for the last month after announcing they were closing. It has been open since the 50's. It was called Charcoal Oven and had great charcoal burgers and fantastic huge onion rings.

Broke up 5 charcoal briquettes (not the match light kind) and put them in the smoker. After about 10 minutes on high it started smoking. Slapped a patty on the grate and turned the gas to low. It sizzled, popped, and smoked. After a few minutes flipped it and was nicely browned with black grill marks. Got a paper plate with a bun and a couple of slices of cheddar. After a few minutes smooshed the patty with the spatula, smooshed just the right amount for medium. Went to scoop it up and drop it on the bun and it was so juicy had to sneak up on it. It just slid across the grill.

How was it? If I could make decent onion rings would hardly miss the ol Charcoal Oven.

I ate at Charcoal oven a few times. It was just another burger joint. Nothing over the top great. I have never really liked eating in my car or any car. If I can go inside and sit at a table I am happier. For a drive in like Sonic I just take the food home and eat there.

Yeah Brent, your son has that "non-answer" well.

The "I don't know" ghost lives in our house. "Who made this mess?" "I don't know".





Ok, scratch that. My kids are more than willing to blame things on each other. :D

Seems like in the 60's there was a bunch of charcoal burger drive ins. Hollies, Charcoal Oven, Split T, Johnny's, Bonaparte's. Johnny's was a cook at Split T that opened his own place 2 blocks from where I went to HS. Johnny's is the only one left now and has several places around town.

Thought "Ida Know" was the mischievous ghost from the Family Circle cartoon strip.

When I was growing up I was never given the who, why, etc. Was just reprimanded and either did what I was supposed to, stopped, or clean up and fixed, or I got punished. Didn't get punished very often. Learned very early things went best if I did what I was told, when and how I was told and don't do anything I was told not to.

Remember getting yelled at but not officially punished when 4. Me and the girl next door found a can of white paint in the vacant lot behind our house, stripped down, and painted each other. Think the punishment was scrubbing the paint off us with turpentine. But hey, we didn't ruin our clothes!

I crack up when I think of the "Do you remember when I did such and such . . . I don't either".

Right now his goal in life is to be on Top Shot.

I think the worst we did to clothes was going swimming in the creek by grandma's house and making a mud slide on the tall cutout on the bank. Wouldn't have been bad except we were still in our church clothes. I remember the white dress my cousin had on was dark brown. Our parents remembered play clothes after that.

One time we decided to see how large of a rock had to be dropped off the bridge to go through 6 inches of ice. The first one we dropped was 350-400 pounds. Went right through but the splash took a few seconds to work itself out of the new hole and the water went 15-20 feet above our heads. We were already 30 feet above the water on the bridge.

Since I am driving the borrowed work truck I did not even care that there was any hail in the thunderstorm that blew through this afternoon. That truck has been parked outside for 11 years and it is a work truck and just covered in hail dents and scratches and dings. On my way home I stopped at the neighborhood store to get some fruit. I parked right up front and did not care. Normally I park in the far corner that has just one spot there in either of my cars. That truck is a solid but ugly pickup.

better talk nice about the truck or you will be walking

Ha ha ha Mud.

On that vacant lot after a rain one time it left a huge puddle. About 12 ft diameter. Somewhere someone found a long 2x12 we had laid across the puddle then started daring each other to cross it. Wasn't long before everyone had taken a fall into the huge puddle. Kids eh? It was about 4 ft deep too so you got soaked! Everyone went home in matching Oklahoma Red mud soaked clothes.

When the rain went thru this afternoon it announced itself with a huge and very very loud thunderclap. Was concentrating on my computer and about jumped out of my skin. Pepper came running and stood next to me barking in the direction it came from for about 3 minutes. Guess she told it.

Now Glen knows how the other half lives. You know those folks that drive crappy vehicles or view them as just appliances.

I would imagine it to be a refreshing change of pace.

Well, the road crew is done with all 100 ft of repair. Yep, they did only the portion that was the worst.

Have a nephew with that attitude about vehicles. His wife has an AMG convertible. After I got my Cayenne he called and said his wife told hime he could get Cayenne too. He was really excited. Then he called back and said he didn't want one unless it was 2013 or newer and there was no way he was spending that much for a vehicle and bought another Ford Eclipse. When we went to lunch last week he said he looked at the Macans. And there was no way he was spending $60K for a vehicle.

The guy that owns the truck keep the mechanicals of the truck in great shape. The cruise control works and it is a good truck. It has just had a hard life of a work truck, not a personal truck. It stops straight and the 5 speed manual works fine. It ain't a fast truck, it is a work truck. Perfect for the job it has. It is a 1995 Ford F150. A very generic truck for this part of the country.

I am really hoping my Elky is ready today. I called and left a message yesterday and they did not call back.

Oj, and TGIF all.

It's cool you have access to a vehicle to use when the situation arises. Nothing wrong with that!

It's Friday, folks!

Yea, it is funny that here at work we have two full time and one part time person. The part time guy is our chief pilot. He is single had owns two airplanes, a pickup and a car. The other guy here is single and owns a car, a pickup, a motorcycle and two scooters. He of course has full access to the company airplane. I only have two cars if I don't count my wife's car.

Insert long string of profanities of your choice.

The body shop that has my Elky called and started with excuses. Some virus has run through the employees and several people had to stay home yada yada yada.

Bottom line they are trying for Tuesday. Insert long string of profanities of your choice. I prefer the George Carlin bit of the seven words you can't say on radio or TV (or Pelican)