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

Damn, you beat me to it!

 

God

 

is that team?

 

Thompson, in Doylestown. Not even where my dad originally bought my truck. Mine came from Peruzzi in Hatfield.

 

Try buying beer. Most grocery stores won’t carry it.

 

This happened maybe a week and a half ago...

My boss has these prick neighbors who, thanks to a variance on their property dating back to the 19th century, share a driveway with the property my boss lives on...

My boss's previous apartment was in a building, originally a single-family home owned by a doctor. The doctor ran his practice from home (and my boss's old apartment was formerly the exam room/waiting room). Now my boss lives in a guesthouse on the same property. There are probably a dozen apartments in this building now, plus the original doctor's house and the guesthouse.

 

And this brings us to why the residents of the "variance house" are such pricks.

So their house is technically located on the next street up, but the detached garage is behind the house. Accessing it requires cutting through my friend's property. There's a legal variance for this, and this is not the problem...

The problem is that these neighbors take it as a slap in the face whenever someone blocks their precious driveway for a couple of minutes, and they once complained to my friend because the bumper of my Tacoma was sticking out of a designated parking space and they had to cut the wheel a little bit to avoid backing into my Tacoma. Get over it! Are you really that lazy?!?!

FYI, my friend who owns the property came by once when I was there, saw the manner in which my Taco was in parked, and actually wondered aloud what the problem was.

 

So that brings us to the most recent incident, maybe a little over a week ago...

I had just finished waking my boss's dog and suddenly remembered that my boss had a package on the front porch. With the intention of backing the Tacoma back up to the back door and leaving the package in the house. I stopped the truck, got out, and grabbed the package. Unfortunately, my boss's neighbor pulled up just as I was walking back to the truck with the package. This guy drives one of those retro-styled convertible Thunderbirds, so I knew it was him.

He could clearly see that I had a package in my hands and was walking back to the truck. I actually made eye contact with him, and he still lays on the horn. I shout at him "Be patient! You can clearly see I'm going back to my truck!" or something along those lines.

All he says is "That's my driveway!"

Really, retard? I didn't know...

That's the key here. I don't know even know the guy's name, and only refer to him as "that prick with the T-Bird." One thing I surely know is that it's his driveway. He has a wife too, this older blonde woman who drives a 2004 Escalade, and she was behind him that night. One time his wife almost ran me over with that damned Escalade because she blindly turned into her driveway while talking on the phone, when I happened to be walking down the driveway. She didn't apologize or even seem to acknowledge this...

Going back to the other night, I just got in my truck, backed up and into my boss's parking spot, and let "that prick with the T-Bird" pass. I then waited in the Tacoma until they went inside.

This would be understandable if it was an isolated incident, but even though it does not occur that often, it still occurs frequently enough that my boss won't even let me park in the driveway unless absolutely necessary because "Mr. T-Bird" is such a jerk...

 

One time I left my Tacoma idling in the driveway for a couple minutes while I did something in my boss's house. I forget whether Mr. T-Bird confronted me when I parked the truck or when I came back out.

Instead of just waiting patiently or even giving just one little toot on his horn, he gets out of his car and asks me something like "You're not gonna leave your truck there are you?"

I'm thinking "Yeah, you prick. I'm gonna leave my $12,000 truck here running with the door wide open and go about my day. Really, you fucking idiot?!?!"

I would also like to point out that he had already gotten out of his driveway and thus I was not blocking him. He got out of his car and confronted me for no reason.

 

These are not stupid people, either. They know me, they know my truck, they know I work for the woman living in that little house, and there's no way they don't know I'm not some prick who's purposely trying to annoy them by leaving his truck there!

I would also like to point out that this is not the only way into this property. There are two entrances, both of which lead to the variance house! These are just stuck-up people who have to have everything their way and will not let me forget about their fucking variance...

Next time they're getting a one-finger salute...

 

I am one of only three regular employees at the bar where I work who has a pickup truck for a daily driver. One of our bartenders who has a 2011 Silverado quit. One of our barbacks has a 2017 Silverado, but he also has a full-time engineering job out near Pittsburgh and only works at the bar to make some extra money when visiting family.

That leaves the sound guy's 2010 Ford F-150, which is in great shape but is always loaded to the nines with sound equipment and also not exactly easy to maneuver in tight spaces...

The one bartender's 1996 Ford Ranger, which is comparable to my Tacoma in terms of size...

And my 2010 Taco...

 

The bartender's Ranger is pretty much falling apart despite only having like 90K miles.

It's similar in size and concept to my Taco, being a regular cab short bed 2WD truck with a 4-cylinder engine and automatic transmission, but those are the only similarities...

 

They shouldn’t leave them outside like that , they will be rusted away to nothin by the time they are ready to used

 

Basically, the bartender's truck is junk!

For starters, it does not have air-conditioning! Not having A/C in itself does not make a vehicle a piece of junk, but unless adding A/C is easy, lacking A/C makes vehicles undesirable to most people in most parts of the world.

Even if adding A/C is possible, which in the case of a 1996 Ranger it probably is, unless you know how to do it yourself like my uncle with his 1991 Toyota pickup, the cost of parts and labor can meet or exceed have the vehicle's cash value!

 

I find it comical that they have the frames locked up with a chain. I'm pretty sure that if anyone has the ability to load and haul a frame away, a wimpy chain is not going to stop them. Especially getting the top one off the stack. I guess it would stop 10 kids from hauling off the single frame.

 

Actually pulled up to a red light with other cars present just as the "With all this stress, I must confess, this could be worse than PMS" line came up.

I say again...

I am straight, and I admit that I listen to and actually like Shania Twain's music!

 

It was done to see if somebody on TW would post about it.

 

Sequoias and tundras for certain years are covered under this new round of warranty enhancement

 

One time in like 2003 or 2004, I was riding with Grammy in her 2002 Lexus RX300 (she still has it; only 80K on it!). I was in the shotgun seat and I really wanted to listen to country music. We were living in Northern Virginia/DC Metro (which is still Virginia), and Grammy had come to visit. Like I said, this is still Virginia, and they had two country stations (when we lived in Virginia Beach, there were THREE!). The most popular one, and my favorite when we lived there, was 98.7 WMZQ. So, we're in Grammy's Lexus and I come across "Honey, I'm Home" by Shania Twain. I tell Grammy I think she's gonna like this song and promptly crank it. The song had just started, and Grammy started laughing at the "With all this stress, I must confess, this could be worse than PMS." I'd gotten the talk from my dad in like 5th grade, so I had a full understanding of where babies came from, and sex in general. However, it was until 8th or 9th grade when I fully learned what PMS meant. So, Grammy starts laughing at the Shania song, thoroughly enjoying it. All I knew at the age of 14 was that PMS was something exclusive to women. I casually asked "Grammy, what does PMS mean?" Grammy flat out tells me exactly what it was an abbreviation of, but we had Shania cranked up so loud that I misheard it as Pre-Mental Syndrome.

 

On a side note, I think this is pertinent to my thread. Like I said, I got the talk from my dad in like 5th grade and before 7th grade was over I knew all I needed to know about sex, but for some reason I didn't learn what PMS meant until 8th or 9th grade.

A short time after introducing Grammy to Shania Twain in her own Lexus, my friend Tiffany (who I've been friends with since 8th grade and am still friends with; though I haven't actually seen her in person in like 3 years and she currently lives in Iowa) explained to me how the whole menstrual cycle thing worked. It was over the phone, too. Tiffany's like "Do you know what a period is?" I'm like "No." Well, within five minutes I knew how a woman's body worked...