First, the Cleveland Browns don't need either an outside or inside linebacker. Jackson IS a rover, who is all over the field; notably in coverage. Deflections and interceptions, along with tackles both in positive and negative territory, are not a statistical anomoly.
The Browns have "thumper" candidates to help him out in Roth, Trusnik, Bowens, Veikune, and I wouldn't even count out Benard.
Veikune? OF COURSE! If you count on a small college defensive end converting to NFL linebacker before his second season, you are mentally challenged. It's far more likely that this tremendously gifted YOUNG man will challenge for and win a starting role than it is he will not!
Can the unit be upgraded? Always! Sure! Until you have a Pro bowler at every position, every position can always be upgraded! Sure, there are some prospects in this draft you wouldn't kick out of bed for eating crackers, but you DON'T waste a draft pick on a guy who will force you to release a guy who will go somewhere else and maybe START!
And the secondary: Wright is a GOOD starter, Adams is a great backup at three postions, and a nice nickel back, Elam is a solid hold-the-fort guy, Furrey is okay. Sure, they need a starter opposite Wright and another safety, but that's about it. Two players, and the depth is already here.
Coye Francies did nothing as a rookie. Something you need to know about rookies: They don't have any experience. They're often not ready for the NFL. In their second and third seasons, they understand things better and tend to be improved.
Just thought I needed to point that out. I mean, probably over 90% of the league's starters didn't start, or even play much, as rookies. They were not ready. But later on, they were ready DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Francies is going to challenge for a starting role this coming season, and has the talent to win it. Sure, he might crap out, but the most likely scenario is that he turns into a nice backup and nickel or dime guy.
Ignorant people tend to exhaggerate and generalize a lot. They tend to talk about "gaping holes", and call a secondary need at right tackle a need to "replace the right side of the offensive line".
They also tend to utterly ignore every player on the practice squad, assuming they will never be anything more than that. Ignorant people don't comprehend complex stuff like growth, maturity, learning, or improvement.
Last season the Browns grabbed Jason Capizzi from the Steelers, who now has all of three years NFL experience. The Steelers signed him as an undrafted free agent out of the powerhouse called Indiana University of Pennsylvania. Love 'em or hate 'em, they know talent.
I don't know if you know this, but the Steelers are located in Pennsylvania, and so are a lot of their scouts.
Anyway he's 6'9", at least 315, athletic, a bulldozer, and has now had time to acclimate himself to the pro game. He got a lot of positive write-ups in the Steeler press. Entering his fourth season, he could very well take over at right tackle.
Yeah, I said it. A lot of pros think he can play LEFT tackle, he has the wingspan and the feet, so why the hell not? And I seriously doubt that he's only 315 anymore. I'll bet he's at least a 330-lb. mauler who can protect the edge.
I didn't just guarantee that, or say that the Browns should not draft any offensive linemen. I would like to see the entire line look like Mack and Thomas. But in the real world, teams can't afford that.
Also in the real world, you don't draft an offensive tackle seventh overall, pay him MORE THAN Joe Thomas, and use him at right tackle. That is idiotic. A tall athletic guard can play right tackle. A lot of you goobers would have two Joe Thomas's and a Mack and not be able to pay for any wide recievers or quarterbacks. Please stay away from my business and my accountant.
Who runs that draft site that mocks the Browns drafting a 190 lb. waterbug running back atop the second round? Why do we need another Harrison?
And who told Grossi et al that the Browns need a big back? they've got one of the two best fullbacks in the NFL, Chris Jennings showed promise, and James Davis was very effective throughout college in short yardage.
Sure, if that 245-lb. Senior Bowl mutant is there in the third or the fourth--okay. Sure, ideally you got Harrison, Peterson, AND Jim Brown--but it's not a NEED!!!
Harrison is like a legion of short every-down backs who went before him including Kiki Barber, Priest Holmes, Emmit Smith, and a lot of others. He's hard to hit and doesn't take a lot of punishment. These guys outlasted most of their taller contemporaries, who took a whole lot more punishment.
Think I'm wrong? Stay tuned to Adrian Peterson.
Adam Caplan, Moore was not a fluke. He's a fast tight end who gets open and can catch. He's a play-making tight end. The Browns don't NEED a playmaking tight end. For that matter, Moore can do everything Jurevicious did. He's a converted wide reciever with the same speed, height, and hands.
I didn't just say the Browns don't need a wide reciever. They do. Sort of....I'll take this up with my next blog.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
DIAMOND POWER APU: A MONEY PIT
Eighteen months ago, I bought a Diamond Power APU (Auxillery Power Unit) for my truck. Diamond Power claims that the unit saves owners and fleets money by replacing idling for heating/cooling the driver, keeping batteries charged, etc.
My Diamond Power APU has COST me over 25k, destroyed my reputation, endangered my lease, and undermined my health. If you could design any device specificly to destroy a livelihood and carreer, it would be the Diamond Power APU.
My saga begins the day of installation. It stopped working.
After that repair, it lasted about three days before it broke down again.
Since that time, I believe that the longest my Diamond Power APU has lasted between breakdowns is in the area of 17 days.
Each time it breaks down, I must deadhead, sometimes hundreds of miles, to get it repaired at an authorized service point. I have to take time off, wait to get in the shop, and to get this news: "We have to order the part. Two days. Then we'll try to fit you in."
In eighteen months, I've lost a good three in this way due to this piece of garbage called the Diamond Power APU.
Why didn't I demand a refund, and this piece of crap off my truck? Partly because I kept thinking that the nightmare might finally have ended after the latest repair. I'm an optimist. Can't help it. Besides, what rational person could believe that such a spectacular string of malfunctions could continue?
I also didn't demand a refund because the first unit destroyed itself. metal shavings in the oil. They repaced it. So I kept thinking that the new Diamond Power APU couldn't possibly be the maintenance nightmare that the first one had.
I was wrong. My second Diamond Power APU was even worse than the original! Head gaskets, starters, ac compressors, heating components...
I'm now into the second year of the warrantee. I have run less than three thousand miles in january. I have shelled out over seven hundred bucks in repairs. I've been idling all night for most of the month.
The thing's water pump failed and bled me dry, stranding me. Road service cost 300. Then I had to buy the water pump. Then the starter, even before I could get out of that shop!!! I had to wait for the parts to be shipped.
As I write this, I'm in a hotel room again. That's right: My Diamond Power APU has broken down again. The warrantee covered the injector, but another part will cost me 270 bucks plus labor.
I have asked for a refund, but Diamond Power refuses to do the right thing. That's why I'm posting this blog. I'm going to spread the word. If I cost Diamond Power even one sale, it makes it a dumb move not to just pay me and let me escape from this instrument of torture and destruction they've inflicted on me.
But it's also the moral thing to do: To prevent other drivers and fleets from following into this hell I'm in: DO NOT BUY A DIAMOND POWER APU!!!
I've contacted their Attorney General, and will now look to my Trucker's Association for a referral to an industry lawyer...you don't need to know that.
I repeat: DO NOT BUY A DIAMOND POWER APU. It will cost you at least three times as much as you hope to save.
Hey, Diamond Power: Can I get my money back and this piece of crap off my truck now, or do I need to keep it up?
UPDATE: After one warranteed and one repair at my expense, the thing won't run. The technicians are baffled. I've now been here two full days--this is the third. It's saturday, so the techs won't be able to consult Diamond Power.
I'll probably be here until tuesday. How much freight could I have moved? I think I low-balled the 25k it's cost me. I have trouble grasping the reality of it myself...I might be done for with my company on monday...thanks, Diamond Power! REFUND MY MONEY!
This is typical. It will never end, until they refund my money and take this crap off my truck.
My Diamond Power APU has COST me over 25k, destroyed my reputation, endangered my lease, and undermined my health. If you could design any device specificly to destroy a livelihood and carreer, it would be the Diamond Power APU.
My saga begins the day of installation. It stopped working.
After that repair, it lasted about three days before it broke down again.
Since that time, I believe that the longest my Diamond Power APU has lasted between breakdowns is in the area of 17 days.
Each time it breaks down, I must deadhead, sometimes hundreds of miles, to get it repaired at an authorized service point. I have to take time off, wait to get in the shop, and to get this news: "We have to order the part. Two days. Then we'll try to fit you in."
In eighteen months, I've lost a good three in this way due to this piece of garbage called the Diamond Power APU.
Why didn't I demand a refund, and this piece of crap off my truck? Partly because I kept thinking that the nightmare might finally have ended after the latest repair. I'm an optimist. Can't help it. Besides, what rational person could believe that such a spectacular string of malfunctions could continue?
I also didn't demand a refund because the first unit destroyed itself. metal shavings in the oil. They repaced it. So I kept thinking that the new Diamond Power APU couldn't possibly be the maintenance nightmare that the first one had.
I was wrong. My second Diamond Power APU was even worse than the original! Head gaskets, starters, ac compressors, heating components...
I'm now into the second year of the warrantee. I have run less than three thousand miles in january. I have shelled out over seven hundred bucks in repairs. I've been idling all night for most of the month.
The thing's water pump failed and bled me dry, stranding me. Road service cost 300. Then I had to buy the water pump. Then the starter, even before I could get out of that shop!!! I had to wait for the parts to be shipped.
As I write this, I'm in a hotel room again. That's right: My Diamond Power APU has broken down again. The warrantee covered the injector, but another part will cost me 270 bucks plus labor.
I have asked for a refund, but Diamond Power refuses to do the right thing. That's why I'm posting this blog. I'm going to spread the word. If I cost Diamond Power even one sale, it makes it a dumb move not to just pay me and let me escape from this instrument of torture and destruction they've inflicted on me.
But it's also the moral thing to do: To prevent other drivers and fleets from following into this hell I'm in: DO NOT BUY A DIAMOND POWER APU!!!
I've contacted their Attorney General, and will now look to my Trucker's Association for a referral to an industry lawyer...you don't need to know that.
I repeat: DO NOT BUY A DIAMOND POWER APU. It will cost you at least three times as much as you hope to save.
Hey, Diamond Power: Can I get my money back and this piece of crap off my truck now, or do I need to keep it up?
UPDATE: After one warranteed and one repair at my expense, the thing won't run. The technicians are baffled. I've now been here two full days--this is the third. It's saturday, so the techs won't be able to consult Diamond Power.
I'll probably be here until tuesday. How much freight could I have moved? I think I low-balled the 25k it's cost me. I have trouble grasping the reality of it myself...I might be done for with my company on monday...thanks, Diamond Power! REFUND MY MONEY!
This is typical. It will never end, until they refund my money and take this crap off my truck.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Propaganda
There are five newspapers in a town. One is different.
Here are headlines on an incident from four of those newspapers:
FIREFIGHTERS LATE--THREE DIE.
In two of the newspapers, this appears on the front page:
At 2059 W. 47th, a boarding house owned by John Doe caught fire, apparantly when a tenant fell asleep smoking. At 2:45 am on 10/5, the first of several 911 calls was taken (story continued)
One of the four newspapers reported the rest of the story, on the third to last page. That is, the page that nobody has the time or interest to read.
The fifth newspaper's headline read: "Heroic Rescue of Eight Costs firefighters Their Lives".
ON THAT PAGE, it tells you that the firetruck was stopped cold four blocks away by a traffic jam. That the crew jumped off and hauled what equipment they could carry the rest of the way on foot. That eight people were rescued, and that two firefighters were killed along with the person they were attempting to rescue.
It seems that the Safety Director isn't a favorite of any of the newspapers.
Anyway, a day later a lynch-mob shows up at City Hall demanding the Safety Director's head...and the fire chief's, too.
WHAT WAS THE TRUTH, AND WHO TOLD IT?
OK so why isn't anybody listening?
Because the fifth newspaper was FoxNews...
Which is biased.
Bullshit. Go back and watch some more.
Here are headlines on an incident from four of those newspapers:
FIREFIGHTERS LATE--THREE DIE.
In two of the newspapers, this appears on the front page:
At 2059 W. 47th, a boarding house owned by John Doe caught fire, apparantly when a tenant fell asleep smoking. At 2:45 am on 10/5, the first of several 911 calls was taken (story continued)
One of the four newspapers reported the rest of the story, on the third to last page. That is, the page that nobody has the time or interest to read.
The fifth newspaper's headline read: "Heroic Rescue of Eight Costs firefighters Their Lives".
ON THAT PAGE, it tells you that the firetruck was stopped cold four blocks away by a traffic jam. That the crew jumped off and hauled what equipment they could carry the rest of the way on foot. That eight people were rescued, and that two firefighters were killed along with the person they were attempting to rescue.
It seems that the Safety Director isn't a favorite of any of the newspapers.
Anyway, a day later a lynch-mob shows up at City Hall demanding the Safety Director's head...and the fire chief's, too.
WHAT WAS THE TRUTH, AND WHO TOLD IT?
OK so why isn't anybody listening?
Because the fifth newspaper was FoxNews...
Which is biased.
Bullshit. Go back and watch some more.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wow
- My clutch went out in Joplin. Had to get towed. Thanks to E-Trade having restricted my account due to rubber checks TO it in amounts less than my cash balance, I couldn't pay the towtruck and got it rolled into the repair bill for an extra fifteen percent.
- Got called about eleven times by dispatch and drivers asking me about loads I never heard of and info I didn't have.
- Asked repair place for a DOT inspection since it was there. They found bad brakes, leaking seals, and a bunch of other stuff. They just kept finding it and calling me at the hotel, so between them, dispatch, and drivers, I got experience as a switchboard operator.
- When the truck was finally done, the bill was over five Gs, and I didn't even have it. I was 400 short and had to get Ben the dispatcher to advance me that much. He's not supposed to since I'm an owner-op, but it was either that or make me sit with my truck held hostage.
- Despite this, I had to get my credit limit increased by a whole 300 bucks to get the 2800 left in my account out of it. E-Trade tortured me about as much as they could, making it a gruelling, painful ordeal.
- OK finally I get out and a load back. I deliver that load 5 hours early and make a desperate break for Canton in an effort to get my damned APU from hell fixed. I'd been trying for three weeks.
- I took a load picking up at 2100 and got to the APU repair place ten hours before that.
- Naturally, that wasn't enough time. Fate arranged to make sure that my deadline was passed and so was my secret safety margin before the A/C was getting recharged in the APU. Then it was done. And there was ANOTHER DAMN LEAK.
- I had to pull it out. I have to go back. That's right--ten hours, and I have to go back. I'll probably take the Albuquerque load that picks up at one a.m., be there for my APU at 0800, 19 hours early, and somehow, some way, get to the pickup at 1:15--stressed out and sleepless.
- SO, now I'm broke, owe money, must be working on an ulcer or heart attack or something, and got this damn piece of crap APU and it's co-conspirators perpetually torturing me. (I could have predicted that OTHER, additional damn leak after it all the other assorted repeat problems were allegedly fixed.)
- On the plus side, those seal leaks could have cost me my rear end, and my clutch should last over 600,000 miles. Now let's see if I can find a silver lining for the Cleveland Browns....
- Shoot me.
Friday, September 18, 2009
A Special Week
Part 1: Got a load from Albuquerque to southern California. Had a bad tire on my trailer which I had to replaceright away, thanks to the shithead who had got lucky and was able to leave it for me with tire unpopped. A rude, thinkshe'sabully almost got his ass kicked dude, by the way...
Anyway, that took three hours, so I had to bust it. Delivered ontime, of course. Then I was going for a truckstop. Made a wrong turn in Van Nuys and had to turn around. I saw another truck turning off of US1 onto Oregon street, and followed him--making a right turn.
Ever see the signs on the back of truck trailers: "This vehicle makes wide right turns", with a little picture of a dumbass stupid car getting crunched between a curb and trailer? Well, guess what happened. The driver of a city vehicle ignored my turn signal and tried to SQUEEZE past me.
Now dammit, you guys are like spastic little kids in go-carts, racing around slamming into people's legs. You need to take a damn pill. Why can't I blink? Why must you fill every available space as soon as possible? Why do I need eyes in the back of my head to look out for you? CALM DOWN dammit!!!
Sorry. Anyway that will no doubt go down as MY fault because...well I'm not sure why but that's just how it works.
At least the trailer was okay and I was able to go get my next load.
Got another flat tire immediately. Then my fuel filter got clogged in the mountains of Colorado, and I spent most of 120 miles creeping along at 15 mph. Oh yeah--and with another flat tire. Yeah--the third one.
Got to Denver and got my fuel and (overdue) oil filters replaced, plus my leaking airbag...and the trailer tire replaced. Meanwhile, E-trade had restricted my account due to a couple rubber checks TO me FOR DEPOSIT, despite the fact that I had plenty of cash in there without those checks.
I'd thought I had this fixed, so that I could pay for these repairs to my truck. WRONG. I had to sort of force the night dispatcher to stick his neck out and give me a biggger cash advance than he's supposed to. I appreciate that, and doubt that he'd get in trouble, since if I can't pay that bill I stay in Denver and can't deliver.
Oh--and E-trade that night promised me that as soon as these other guys got around to reading the email they'd sent that only a few hours after that then next day there was a pretty good chance that I would be able to use my debit card and checkbook to get at MY MONEY. Gee thanks.
Anyway, I can't go into detail, but my creativity and endurance is factoring in here.....
OK so the next morning I bust it, and pop another tire. Yeah that's right. So I limp 45 miles and get that and another one replaced...finding that the rest of them all got stuff wrong with them too....
Anyway this is the special part:
While they were working on it, I was wandering around killing time. Mostly I was on the other side of the building. I happened to be wandering through an empty bay when I looked up and saw the nose of my truck appear. It was moving.
Before I knew it I was running as fast as I ever had, hearing excited shouts and seeing a little guy in front of my truck actually trying to impede it's progress downhill towards a line of other trucks parked facing the garage.
Thank God I wear a retractable keychain so that my key was already in my hand as I came alongside the door--the bastard was just about to outrun me, but I got it unlocked and was able to get on the rail and hit the brake.
During this, I was seeing my carreer flash before my eyes. My truck and at least one other would have been totalled, and if the truck it hit was occupied the person(s) in it could have been badly injured or killed.
But today I am joyful. I mean, can you believe the LUCK? I mean, that I was right there when it happened, in time to stop it? 90% of the time I was anywhere but there, and the first clue I would have had would have been the noise of the crash (and oh yeah...I would have heard it.)
I am grateful. My company won't torture or terminate me over the Van Nuys accident. In a damn near miracle, I dodged a truck/carreer-ending smashup...life doesn't suck, ya know?
Anyway, that took three hours, so I had to bust it. Delivered ontime, of course. Then I was going for a truckstop. Made a wrong turn in Van Nuys and had to turn around. I saw another truck turning off of US1 onto Oregon street, and followed him--making a right turn.
Ever see the signs on the back of truck trailers: "This vehicle makes wide right turns", with a little picture of a dumbass stupid car getting crunched between a curb and trailer? Well, guess what happened. The driver of a city vehicle ignored my turn signal and tried to SQUEEZE past me.
Now dammit, you guys are like spastic little kids in go-carts, racing around slamming into people's legs. You need to take a damn pill. Why can't I blink? Why must you fill every available space as soon as possible? Why do I need eyes in the back of my head to look out for you? CALM DOWN dammit!!!
Sorry. Anyway that will no doubt go down as MY fault because...well I'm not sure why but that's just how it works.
At least the trailer was okay and I was able to go get my next load.
Got another flat tire immediately. Then my fuel filter got clogged in the mountains of Colorado, and I spent most of 120 miles creeping along at 15 mph. Oh yeah--and with another flat tire. Yeah--the third one.
Got to Denver and got my fuel and (overdue) oil filters replaced, plus my leaking airbag...and the trailer tire replaced. Meanwhile, E-trade had restricted my account due to a couple rubber checks TO me FOR DEPOSIT, despite the fact that I had plenty of cash in there without those checks.
I'd thought I had this fixed, so that I could pay for these repairs to my truck. WRONG. I had to sort of force the night dispatcher to stick his neck out and give me a biggger cash advance than he's supposed to. I appreciate that, and doubt that he'd get in trouble, since if I can't pay that bill I stay in Denver and can't deliver.
Oh--and E-trade that night promised me that as soon as these other guys got around to reading the email they'd sent that only a few hours after that then next day there was a pretty good chance that I would be able to use my debit card and checkbook to get at MY MONEY. Gee thanks.
Anyway, I can't go into detail, but my creativity and endurance is factoring in here.....
OK so the next morning I bust it, and pop another tire. Yeah that's right. So I limp 45 miles and get that and another one replaced...finding that the rest of them all got stuff wrong with them too....
Anyway this is the special part:
While they were working on it, I was wandering around killing time. Mostly I was on the other side of the building. I happened to be wandering through an empty bay when I looked up and saw the nose of my truck appear. It was moving.
Before I knew it I was running as fast as I ever had, hearing excited shouts and seeing a little guy in front of my truck actually trying to impede it's progress downhill towards a line of other trucks parked facing the garage.
Thank God I wear a retractable keychain so that my key was already in my hand as I came alongside the door--the bastard was just about to outrun me, but I got it unlocked and was able to get on the rail and hit the brake.
During this, I was seeing my carreer flash before my eyes. My truck and at least one other would have been totalled, and if the truck it hit was occupied the person(s) in it could have been badly injured or killed.
But today I am joyful. I mean, can you believe the LUCK? I mean, that I was right there when it happened, in time to stop it? 90% of the time I was anywhere but there, and the first clue I would have had would have been the noise of the crash (and oh yeah...I would have heard it.)
I am grateful. My company won't torture or terminate me over the Van Nuys accident. In a damn near miracle, I dodged a truck/carreer-ending smashup...life doesn't suck, ya know?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Small Pleasures
To get my Haz-Mat endorsement back, I had to apply online to get registered, then go to a designated location where my prints were taken, then wait for mail notification that I was eligable for the test.
To study for the test, I disregarded the websites that wanted to charge me money, and found some FREE sample tests I could take, and took them over and over and over again until I aced them all.
Then I had to go to one of a few BMV HazMat test sites and take it. I still blew some answers, but passed. As soon as I told dispatch, they put me on this one from Norwalk Oh. to here (I refuse to spell this name again). This time, I was flammable and dangerous.
I was exhausted when I got here. Let's just say I had insomnia...yeah that's the ticket...anyway I checked into this hotel after dropping my trailer. (By the way, the appointment time and oversleeping on the dock had me really running hard. When I got here, nobody was home, and they won't be until monday. I could have taken all weekend. Dammit.)
Anyway, then I notice that my left mudflap and it's frame are missing. They'd just snapped right off. I went across the street to the T/A to get that fixed. The new one doesn't match--I don't care. Guys who care about that stuff on their commercial trucks...never mind.
Well (to back-track): My truck's cassette player started screwing up, so my audio books and Sirius Radio wouldn't play right. I got a new one at Wal-Mart, and the wires didn't match my truck's plug. So I'd been driving around with little headphones and my new radio in a box, hoping to get a CB guy to fix it when I had time.
But the service writer at the T/A just so happened to have done stuff like this for a living! he came over after work and put the thing in for me. Did a fine job too, using professional connectors that sort of shrink-wrap around the wires. Didn't set a price so I paid him 40 bucks and he was very happy. Worth every penny.
While he was at it, I hit the T/A and got a Sirius antenna bypass and had him put that in, so I could have the radio perma-wired and would have to keep switching the plug back and forth between my laptop (from which I listen to audiobooks) and Sirius Radio. Except that sonofabitch SIRIUS plug was the wrong one for my damn radio. (No wonder it had been re-packaged and was being re-sold.)
But it had cost ten bucks and was already in. I'd have to take stuff apart. So I'll leave it and know I can find an adapter some where to adapt my SIRIUS antenna bypass to my SIRIUS radio.........DAMMIT!
Anyway this radio has an input so I can just plug in. It's also a CD player. No more PIA cassettes.
I also found out how to take the panels off and get the radio out and stuff.
Ok now: Ted Kennedy was a marxist who did severe and irrepairable damage to this country. Every government intervention on the private sector made things worse for everybody, and every program has failed. He didn't care.
While Reagan was pushing the Soviet Union to bankruptcy, Ted Kennedy was Andropov's pen-pal, coordinating with the Soviet Premier in order to undermine the US President and his agenda. He did this because he was a fellow marxist who hates captialism.
Whene you are poisoned, the cure is more poison. You just tell the patient that it's a cure instead.
These people are evil, and their core supporters are stupid. The truth is not whatever you want to believe (as Obama once said, and every dictator before him). The truth is what you can't stand to hear or read, and why you're even crazier now that you were before you read that last part.
Ted Kennedy is dead, and the world is better off. Think with your damned brain.
To study for the test, I disregarded the websites that wanted to charge me money, and found some FREE sample tests I could take, and took them over and over and over again until I aced them all.
Then I had to go to one of a few BMV HazMat test sites and take it. I still blew some answers, but passed. As soon as I told dispatch, they put me on this one from Norwalk Oh. to here (I refuse to spell this name again). This time, I was flammable and dangerous.
I was exhausted when I got here. Let's just say I had insomnia...yeah that's the ticket...anyway I checked into this hotel after dropping my trailer. (By the way, the appointment time and oversleeping on the dock had me really running hard. When I got here, nobody was home, and they won't be until monday. I could have taken all weekend. Dammit.)
Anyway, then I notice that my left mudflap and it's frame are missing. They'd just snapped right off. I went across the street to the T/A to get that fixed. The new one doesn't match--I don't care. Guys who care about that stuff on their commercial trucks...never mind.
Well (to back-track): My truck's cassette player started screwing up, so my audio books and Sirius Radio wouldn't play right. I got a new one at Wal-Mart, and the wires didn't match my truck's plug. So I'd been driving around with little headphones and my new radio in a box, hoping to get a CB guy to fix it when I had time.
But the service writer at the T/A just so happened to have done stuff like this for a living! he came over after work and put the thing in for me. Did a fine job too, using professional connectors that sort of shrink-wrap around the wires. Didn't set a price so I paid him 40 bucks and he was very happy. Worth every penny.
While he was at it, I hit the T/A and got a Sirius antenna bypass and had him put that in, so I could have the radio perma-wired and would have to keep switching the plug back and forth between my laptop (from which I listen to audiobooks) and Sirius Radio. Except that sonofabitch SIRIUS plug was the wrong one for my damn radio. (No wonder it had been re-packaged and was being re-sold.)
But it had cost ten bucks and was already in. I'd have to take stuff apart. So I'll leave it and know I can find an adapter some where to adapt my SIRIUS antenna bypass to my SIRIUS radio.........DAMMIT!
Anyway this radio has an input so I can just plug in. It's also a CD player. No more PIA cassettes.
I also found out how to take the panels off and get the radio out and stuff.
Ok now: Ted Kennedy was a marxist who did severe and irrepairable damage to this country. Every government intervention on the private sector made things worse for everybody, and every program has failed. He didn't care.
While Reagan was pushing the Soviet Union to bankruptcy, Ted Kennedy was Andropov's pen-pal, coordinating with the Soviet Premier in order to undermine the US President and his agenda. He did this because he was a fellow marxist who hates captialism.
Whene you are poisoned, the cure is more poison. You just tell the patient that it's a cure instead.
These people are evil, and their core supporters are stupid. The truth is not whatever you want to believe (as Obama once said, and every dictator before him). The truth is what you can't stand to hear or read, and why you're even crazier now that you were before you read that last part.
Ted Kennedy is dead, and the world is better off. Think with your damned brain.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Dammit
I found a great deal on drive tires and tried to replace two of them. They couldn't knock the inner rim off the axle or change the tire on it. It's like it's welded on. I had to make him put the old ones back on and will need to get somebody with special tools.
My damned APU isn't charging my batteries and is DISCHARGING them instead running A/C so I got a get THAT SON OF A BITCH fixed yet AGAIN for crissakes and my warrantee is up. God help me. What a piece of CRAP.
And of course I can't get it fixed while waiting to deliver this really really slow load since it's the weekend. No I'll have to get it done after unloading and reloading.
The end. Dammit.
My damned APU isn't charging my batteries and is DISCHARGING them instead running A/C so I got a get THAT SON OF A BITCH fixed yet AGAIN for crissakes and my warrantee is up. God help me. What a piece of CRAP.
And of course I can't get it fixed while waiting to deliver this really really slow load since it's the weekend. No I'll have to get it done after unloading and reloading.
The end. Dammit.
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