Keepin’ it wheel…
Never too old old old to wok’n’woll
some more: boats, bridges, daisys, and of course red things.
Keepin’ it wheel…
Never too old old old to wok’n’woll
some more: boats, bridges, daisys, and of course red things.
Finally got round to fixing up the exhaust manifold gasket on my car.
Admittedly the slow CO poisoning was probably offset by the offside front window not shutting properly, but still.
Should really helicoil it as one of the bolt hole threads is stripped, probably just stick a stud in with chemical metal though.
If a something’s worth doing well it’s even more worth making a half-bottommed bodge job of I always say 🙂
Top pic is the spark plug cover and keyrings.
Below is the inlet manifold and a key.

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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
– Edgar Allan Poe –
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Behold I am Prologue, I have donned cyber flesh to come amongst you and regail you with story.
It takes place in the faraway lands of Stumbleupon, and has a cast of thousands, some of whome aren’t even creepy ass*, balding, beer bellied, couch potato, pychopaths from the hills of Michigan trying to lure innocent little ol’ me (heyulp! heyulp!) to their evil lairs to have their wicked way before dismembering and salting my exqusisite cadavar for winter eating – although most internet denizens actually are, studies have shown this to be the case, the world may not be out to get me (my therapist is most insistant on this point), but the cyberworld most certainly is.
Umm where was I?
Oh yeah, the story.
Well first let us introduce our cast of characters…
* sounds like a medical condition doesn’t it,
“doctor I just can’t sit still, on the couch watching TV I move slowly from side to side, and I’m sure the cushions are dissappearing….”
“hmm lie down on the table there and let my get my staple gun, sounds like you have a nasty case of CREEPY ASS!“
(p.s. this blog is just me posting back all the reviews that got removed when I deleted my old blog, I am slowly working my way through a billionty one files, so if you haven’t been re-added it’s nothing personal, just I haven’t got to you yet, and I’m hungry, I want to go and eat, not spend all night here copy and pasting from endless HTML files. Unless of course it is personal, in which case, well… it is :p )
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Byron