Welcome! This is my first entry in my Doug's Drugs Blog and I figure I'm off to a great start. That's because I haven't made any mistakes yet. As long as I don't deviate from this high standard, I'll have the perfect blog.
This is a picture of me speaking to at least 3 beautiful, young women. They were all there to learn how to set the proper voltage on a GM Throttle Position Sensor. Mostly, the picture is posted so the reader can see that I'm a pretty regular guy - a lot like you, or the guys you know. I want to post updates about the things I do and want to do so that regular guys like me will be able to follow along if they're interested.
You can tell a lot about a guy by the evidence in pictures like the one above. For example, you can tell that I like to have fun and don't take myself too seriously by the Island pattern on my shirt. I wouldn't wear that if I were lecturing about soil penetration of synthetic fertilizers. You can tell that I'm not a rock star from the '80s because I don't have a star painted over one eye, nor is my tongue sticking out. You may be able to tell by the size of my hands that not only can I speak to audiences of attractive young women, but I may have some mechanical skills too.
Like today, shortly after lunch, when I decided to measure openings on the welded square tubing & wire mesh chicken coop. I lifted the temporary plywood 4X8 off the top and began to take measurements with a metal tape measure. The extended yellow tape must have seemed like a snake to the coop residents because almost immediately three of the hens flapped their way out of the confines and onto the grassy hillside. I hastily covered the coop back up so the slowest hen couldn't get out and called my son Skylar to hustle outside with shoes on. The three fugitives had begun to triangulate in the short field grass and were serenely pecking at the ground with one eye on me in such a way as to convince me that they always peck in the field grass outside the coop and that I should just go about my business. I felt like an Empire Storm Trooper being waved on by a bearded stranger in a hoodie.
Not only did my son and I need to get the chickens back in the coop, but it needed to be done with haste. My dumb as a bud vase German Shepherd and his wily companion, a killer Beagle, had spotted their next meal and were slinking our way. While I growled at the bud vase and locked the Beagle in the shop, Skylar called out to his very pregnant, 4' 11" wife Annie to come help us. The three of us out-triangulated the hens and tried to move them toward the coop.
I figured Annie would be the hot setup, since she was naturally so close to the ground. Plus, with her big, pregnant belly her center of gravity would be greatly enhanced. She was definitely an asset, as was Skylar, in bird herding and they got them so close that I was able to grab them with my plus size hands, which was what we were talking about in the first place.
Tools attract me like gold coins in a pirate chest. I've learned that I should never go grocery shopping when I'm hungry, because I'll buy foolishly. In the same sense, I should never go shopping for tools without a shopping list. More than once I've wandered the tool store picking up things I remember that I "need" until my hands are full. Then, if i catch myself, I remember that I still have one or two of whatever tool I'm packing and I walk the same pattern through the store replacing everything until I'm left with only the item I stopped in to get.
Tools enable a man. I remember back when I was single I sold auto paint & equipment for the family business. A new tool came on the market that could weld a soft metal pin to bare metal on a car body and make dent pulling a whole new craft. I sold so many of them that the old man let me keep the demo model. That tool has made me money ever since. Then, the day came that I convinced my wife that I should buy an air compressor, and if I had one MAN! I'd make the big money doing work for others.
Then came the MIG welder, tubing bender, lathe and milling machine. In the picture above you can see that I've made my A/C compressor adjusting rods on the lathe. I also made spacers and bushings to allow me to mount the accessories down low on this blown Chevy small block in my '50 Chevy pickup. I've learned that unless you're doing a restoration, it's hard to get things done and working well without being able to make/modify your own parts.
I seriously intend to maintain this blog and fill it with the adventures of exciting motor stuff, both cars and motorcycles, with an occasional interruption from that sequential stream of events known as Life. Stay with me, I think it'll be fun!
Doug
This is a picture of me speaking to at least 3 beautiful, young women. They were all there to learn how to set the proper voltage on a GM Throttle Position Sensor. Mostly, the picture is posted so the reader can see that I'm a pretty regular guy - a lot like you, or the guys you know. I want to post updates about the things I do and want to do so that regular guys like me will be able to follow along if they're interested.
You can tell a lot about a guy by the evidence in pictures like the one above. For example, you can tell that I like to have fun and don't take myself too seriously by the Island pattern on my shirt. I wouldn't wear that if I were lecturing about soil penetration of synthetic fertilizers. You can tell that I'm not a rock star from the '80s because I don't have a star painted over one eye, nor is my tongue sticking out. You may be able to tell by the size of my hands that not only can I speak to audiences of attractive young women, but I may have some mechanical skills too.
Like today, shortly after lunch, when I decided to measure openings on the welded square tubing & wire mesh chicken coop. I lifted the temporary plywood 4X8 off the top and began to take measurements with a metal tape measure. The extended yellow tape must have seemed like a snake to the coop residents because almost immediately three of the hens flapped their way out of the confines and onto the grassy hillside. I hastily covered the coop back up so the slowest hen couldn't get out and called my son Skylar to hustle outside with shoes on. The three fugitives had begun to triangulate in the short field grass and were serenely pecking at the ground with one eye on me in such a way as to convince me that they always peck in the field grass outside the coop and that I should just go about my business. I felt like an Empire Storm Trooper being waved on by a bearded stranger in a hoodie.
Not only did my son and I need to get the chickens back in the coop, but it needed to be done with haste. My dumb as a bud vase German Shepherd and his wily companion, a killer Beagle, had spotted their next meal and were slinking our way. While I growled at the bud vase and locked the Beagle in the shop, Skylar called out to his very pregnant, 4' 11" wife Annie to come help us. The three of us out-triangulated the hens and tried to move them toward the coop.
I figured Annie would be the hot setup, since she was naturally so close to the ground. Plus, with her big, pregnant belly her center of gravity would be greatly enhanced. She was definitely an asset, as was Skylar, in bird herding and they got them so close that I was able to grab them with my plus size hands, which was what we were talking about in the first place.
Tools attract me like gold coins in a pirate chest. I've learned that I should never go grocery shopping when I'm hungry, because I'll buy foolishly. In the same sense, I should never go shopping for tools without a shopping list. More than once I've wandered the tool store picking up things I remember that I "need" until my hands are full. Then, if i catch myself, I remember that I still have one or two of whatever tool I'm packing and I walk the same pattern through the store replacing everything until I'm left with only the item I stopped in to get.
Tools enable a man. I remember back when I was single I sold auto paint & equipment for the family business. A new tool came on the market that could weld a soft metal pin to bare metal on a car body and make dent pulling a whole new craft. I sold so many of them that the old man let me keep the demo model. That tool has made me money ever since. Then, the day came that I convinced my wife that I should buy an air compressor, and if I had one MAN! I'd make the big money doing work for others.
Then came the MIG welder, tubing bender, lathe and milling machine. In the picture above you can see that I've made my A/C compressor adjusting rods on the lathe. I also made spacers and bushings to allow me to mount the accessories down low on this blown Chevy small block in my '50 Chevy pickup. I've learned that unless you're doing a restoration, it's hard to get things done and working well without being able to make/modify your own parts.
I seriously intend to maintain this blog and fill it with the adventures of exciting motor stuff, both cars and motorcycles, with an occasional interruption from that sequential stream of events known as Life. Stay with me, I think it'll be fun!
Doug
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