You can't trust the lie-o-meters for true fuel mileage. If you really want to know what you are getting you need to do it by hand. There are a lot of people who have seen the fuel gauge reading to be 2-3 MPG off either + or -.
So when you're done running around let us know what you got after with a true MPG reading.

 

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Today's Tig welding covered practice with filler rod. I got bored doing flat work and scrounged in the machine shop dumpster for some round pieces.

 

 

crappy morning, not how i wanted to wake up. very sad new.

jacksoncove will be post a thread shortly about it...

 

I had a sad day yesterday and the night before..

pet ferret died. Knew it was coming as he was too weak to get up and go to the bathroom or eat/drink or even walk...eyedropper fed him and watered him and cleaned him up and changed his bedding several times a day trying to keep him as comfortable as possible. buried him yesterday.

Probably one of the sweetest ferrets you would ever meet. Loved to play and bounce around. Would NEVER bite anyone or intentionally try to hurt anyone. Loved everyone who would pick him up and pet him.

and even when I would wind him up and play fight with him when he would go to bite me (playfully) he would only touch his teeth to my finger but never put pressure on it, so would never hurt or leave a mark of any kind. which can be scary if you ever saw a ferrets teeth... they are all razor sharp with huge fang like k9's that stick out slightly past their lower jaw...

Absolute sweetheart. Very sad to see him go. He did enjoy playing in the truck bed of my 2nd gen too... was like a playpen for him while I was outside working on the truck or near it.

 

that's a drag man. I took care of some ferrets when I was in college... they viewed me as their plaything..... and tried to drag me back into the pen when I was trying to leave.... They were way too much fun.

 

^^I always wanted a ferret, beats a cat I suppose..............sorry to hear this story. Right now I have a small Bob cat crossing the farm. I'm going to see if I can get my neighbor to set up a hunting cam to catch a photo. Trouble is, it's at the top of the bluffs where the racoon's are, but worth a try........K.

 

Sorry for your loss, I know it can sometimes be just as heart breaking to lose a pet as losing a loved one of the human variety.

My younger brother had to put down a cat he had for over 18 years last weekend. It was not a good time for he and his wife.

Back when I was in high school and even before that I ran a trap line in the fall and through the winter most years. It helped me to buy my own school clothes and fund some other things, like my radio obsession, and guns.

I always liked it when I would get a ferret in the traps. They always brought top dollar. Back then we didn't call them ferrets though we called them weasels.

 

Joe wanted to buy a motorcycle. He doesn't have much luck, until one day,
he comes across a Harley with a 'for sale' sign on it.

The bike seems even better than a new one, although it is 10 years old.
It's shiny and in absolute mint condition.

He immediately buys it and asks the seller how he kept it in such great
condition for 10 years.

'Well, it's quite simple really,' says the seller, 'whenever the bike is
outside and it's gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain.'

And he hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.

That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her parents.
Naturally, they take the bike there.

But just before they enter the house, Sandra stops him and says,
'I have to tell you something about my family before we go in.'

'When we eat dinner, we don't talk. In fact, the first person who says
anything during dinner has to do the dishes.'

'No problem,' he says.. and in they go.

Joe is shocked. Right smack in the middle of the living room is a huge
stack of dirty dishes.

In the kitchen is another huge stack of dishes. Piled up on the stairs, in
the corridor, everywhere he looks... dirty dishes.

They sit down to dinner, and sure enough, no one says a word.

As dinner progresses, Joe decides to take advantage of the situation.

So he leans over and kisses Sandra.

No one says a word.

So he reaches over and fondles her breasts.

Still, nobody says a word. So he stands up, grabs her, rips her clothes
off, throws her on the table and screws her, right there in front of her
parents.

His girlfriend is a little flustered, her dad is obviously livid and her
mom horrified when he sits back down, but no one says a word.

He looks at her mom...

'She's got a great body,' he thinks.

So he grabs the mom, bends her over the dinner table, pulls down her
panties, and screws her every which way but loose right there on the dinner table.

After she has a big orgasm, he sits down again.

Now his girlfriend is furious and her dad is boiling, the Mom is pleasantly
beaming. But still.... total silence.

All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder, and it starts to rain.

Joe remembers his bike, so he pulls the jar of Vaseline from his pocket...



Suddenly the father shouted - 'I'll do the friggin dishes!!!