PennSilverTaco's "Perfect 5-Lug Regular Cab" Build, Aspergers, and General BS MegaThread!

Got some bait there

 

Thanks!

 

You’re damn right.

 

That's a clean p200, great everyday bike.

 

Post up your rides?
A few more from mine

 

Ran her through the car wash today...

 

Also, we are literally more than halfway through the month of November and I’ve put less than 410 miles on my truck so far (actually it might be slightly more than that because I forgot to reset the trip odometer on Halloween, but it’s gotta be less than 430 miles for the first sixteen days of November)!



Damn TPMS light!

 

Between January 3rd, 2018 and March 14th, 2018 I put only 1,356 miles on my truck (Thank you, Carfax); That was a particularly cold winter, and aside from driving to and from work (and running errands for work), I didn't do much driving.

My mileage was incredibly low for the first six to seven years I owned the truck; The truck was purchased on September 30th, 2009 with 20 miles on the clock and closed out 2016 with about 69K miles.

As I've said before, I did not get my driver's license until May 2011 (I had a learner's permit when my dad bought the truck); Seeing as I could not drive without a licensed driver in the vehicle, the truck was not driven a whole hell of a lot! It took over a month to crack 1,000 miles (well into November 2009), and when the truck was inspected for the first time in October 2010 it had just over 7,400 miles.

We put less than 6,000 miles on the truck between October 2010 and August 2011; I was a newly licensed and inexperienced driver so I didn't drive a whole hell of a lot and I never went more than twenty miles from home...

I hit 50K in July 2015, which was a milestone but still LOW for a truck that I'd had for almost six years, especially a Tacoma; Carfax shows that my truck had 53,812 miles when it passed an emissions test on October 20th, 2015. This was just eight days before my truck got clobbered by a drunk old man in a Mercedes!

I started really going to car shows in the summer of 2013, starting out largely local, but then driving 50-60 miles away one way by the summer of 2014; So my truck is shown to have had just under 54K miles on October 20th, 2015. It had literally just over 67K at the time of it's annual emissions test on October 11th, 2016; This was the first year I drove out to Carlisle solo...

My dad transferred the title to me in December 2016, and the Carfax report shows just shy of 69K miles, so I put just under 2,000 miles on the truck in roughly two months...

I did not do a whole hell of a lot of driving in 2017 according to my truck's Carfax report, especially when compared to 2019 and 2020; As stated above, the winter of 2017-2018 was very slow!

For the entire year of 2018, I only put about 10K on my truck; By comparison, it was well over 17K miles for the entire year in 2019! In 2020, even in the midst of a global pandemic, I managed to exceed 14K miles!

 

Dare I ask why the light is on.

 

Happens when there are sudden and extreme fluctuations in temperature, always warm to cold...

 

An unsold, never-titled 1990 Chevy Lumina minivan with FIFTY (50) original miles; Imagine that!

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Okay, so @shakerhood and I were discussing the lowest-mileage Lumina APV in America, and specifically how it smelled after sitting for so long...

This brought up a discussion of what rotting shrimp smelled like and reminded me of this incident that occurred in either 6th grade or 7th grade; I believe it was 7th grade and I may have shared it here before...

So, as unpleasant as it was, this not intended to be a prank; An idiot student left a container of shrimp in his locker and forgot about it. This was in Oak Harbor, Washington in the summer (since this was 7th grade it would have been June 2002); It does not tend to get particularly hot in Oak Harbor in the summer (75-80 at the highest), and the middle school did not have air-conditioning (Never needed it). It was not hot, but it was warm, and when shrimp is left outside a refrigerator for too long...

The shrimp inevitably spoiled, stunk up the hallways, and permeated into pretty much every classroom...



Staff members spent quite a long time narrowing down the location (the problem was solved in one school day), and finally tracked it to a specific locker; Meanwhile, all of us had to suffer through the noxious odor of spoiled shrimp. They were able to find out whose locker it was (I believe they called his name over the PA system), and he had to do the walk of shame with the entire seventh grade populace watching him, clean out his locker, and dispose of the shrimp...

 

Middle school sucked, but those were still the effing days! No social media (beyond a few subject-specific forums) probably played a major role in the general happiness of my generation back then; Sure I went on the computer, but pretty much everything I looked up online in 2000-2002 had to do with cars...

We spent a good amount of time playing outside; There were at least two public parks with playgrounds within walking distance of my house in Oak Harbor, Lueck Park and Ridgehaven Park. My friends and I primarily hung out at Lueck Park. I seem to remember there being a third playground (though not a huge wide open park like Lueck and Ridgehaven) plunked down in the woods somewhere off of Fairhaven Drive, but I only went there a couple times. I brought up my old neighborhood on Google Earth, and the first two parks are still there (including the red and yellow merry-go-rounds that probably date back to the late 1970s), but I cannot find the supposed third park; I seem to remember it not being as well-maintained as the other two and it possible that it was dismantled.

 

When I say merry-go-round, I mean an oversized, kid-powered device that resembled a sit-and-spin (or adult-powered if we were lucky; The adults could spin the thing a lot faster than we could). One or two kids could get the merry-go-round going at a decent clip, but if you had more than two or three more on the thing it became increasingly more difficult to get up to speed; Then, once you got it going, there was the issue of the two "spinners" getting onboard with hurting themselves...

I never hurt myself on the merry-go-round, though we did get it spinning fast enough on a few occasions that I experienced severe motion-sickness; I never puked, but I came close a couple times!

 

Like I said, I never got hurt, but I can remember a few of my friends who were chosen to spin it missing their step and getting thrown clear when they tried to climb aboard; Sometimes, it was the opposite problem, and someone would get flung off the merry-go-round as a result of not holding on...

My parents did not buy me my first cell phone until I started high school in September 2003, and I did not get my first smartphone until late 2012. By the late 1990s, both of my parents had cell phones, but they didn't see much point in buying one for me; When we moved to Oak Harbor in 2000, my parents bought these walkie-talkies (not kids' toys, but legit portable CB radio that could pick up both trucker chat and probably police scanners). They typically cost about forty bucks a pair and came with their own charging stations; They were not ridiculously expensive, but my parents emphasized that I needed to be careful with them.

When we lived in military housing at Moffett Field from 1996 to 1998 my mom would have me come back home and "check in" every two or three hours, and then I'd go back out play with my friends; I didn't really have many friends when we lived in Virginia Beach from 1998 to 2000, and then my parents bought the walkie-talkies when we moved to Oak Harbor in 2000...

 

There this kid named Dylan who I didn't particularly like; He came from a huge family and had probably three siblings. Just about every house in that neighborhood was only one story, and most of them were built in the 1970s and 1980s; My parents' house was one of the newer ones, built in 1988...

Anyway, Dylan's house resembled a doublewide trailer and it may have been a prefab, but it was an actual house built on a crawlspace foundation and it had an attached garage; Dad drove an orange 1968-1972 Ford F100 pickup with a cap on the back and a bench seat with seatbelts bolted into the bed so the kids could ride in the back, and mom drove a burgundy 1980s Cadillac Deville. Despite having a family of probably five in a tiny house, and having two old vehicles (one of which was about 15 years old at the time), I don't think they were poor; They were farm from rich, but they weren't poor. The kids always had bikes and a lot of other nice toys, and they had a HUGE and really nice fish tank in the living room...

I do not think they were a military family (though there were a lot of military families living in that neighborhood). Dylan's family was unique in that they did not celebrate Christmas or birthdays, and I only went in their house once; The one thing I remember is that they had the HUGE fish tank I mentioned above. They moved not even two tenths of a mile away sometime in 2001 (before 9/11 but I don't remember exactly when). Dylan's mom was very nice, but I don't remember anything about his dad, and Dylan himself was a little weasel.

 

Dylan's family's first house that looked like a trailer did not have a fenced-in yard and backed right up to Lueck Park; The reason I bring up Dylan is because there was this one time in 2000 when we were playing on the merry-go-round in Lueck Park, right after it had rained, and my fairly new walkie-talkie mysteriously ended up in a mud puddle next to the merry-go-round...

The playground area was covered gravel (either red or gray, I forget), and there was this fairly deep trench that had formed around the merry-go-round as a result of neighborhood kids using their feet as the braking system; After it rained, this trench became a moat...

It was not deep enough that my walkie-talkie was submerged, but water and electronics don't mix and the walkie-talkie died instantly; I was confounded as to how this might have happened, because I always stuffed the walkie-talkie in my pocket. If I remember correctly, the radio slipped out of my pocket and landed on the merry-go-round; Dylan, being the mean-spirited little bastard that he was, had apparently grabbed the walkie-talkie without me looking and hurled it into the water...

Of course, this was only hearsay from one of my friends who claimed to have seen Dylan do this, and I had no way of proving it had actually happened. I brought the walkie-talkie home, expecting my mom to flip out, but she didn't; My dad attempted to dry out the walkie-talkie, but ended up buying a new pair when his efforts proved futile. I am utterly convinced to this day that Dylan threw my walkie-talkie in the puddle, and my mom believed my story so I didn't have to pay for a replacement!

 

When l was in 7th or 8th grade we had to share our lockers with another student, that kid left his bagged lunch down in the bottom buried under a bunch of crap. The girls beside our locker put a brand new air freshner in it one morning because the smell was so potent!