One of my drill Sargent's loved that phrase. He would say it like 30 times a day. By the end of 9 weeks with him it was part of my vocabulary. It took years to stop spitting that out almost automatically multiple times a day. That really made me lol. Thanks for the smile.
Man I miss leaded gas and turpentine. I'd wear that as a cologne if you added 108 octane race gas lol.Whew, I just pressed about 1.5 ounces for another old buddy I hadn't seen all year. He had 6-7 bags, from a sticker store, that he wanted to press. Most of it was old. It was probably good weed about a year ago.
And I'm helping my housemate do a brake job on his old car, again. He went back to the parts store because he didn't like having to clean up the old hardware, and he wasn't impressed with my parts cleaner....gasoline.
Shit this isn't even real gasoline. We use to use leaded gas, with no gloves for parts cleaner, in the gool ol' days.
soooo
I'm a JP8 kinda guy myself. That and hydraulic fluid were my constant companions. Always seemed to be something leaking damnit
. The worst smelling stuff was this sealant called pro seal. God it stuck to everything that brushed against it and smelled so foul.
Burnt fully synthetic transmission fluidI'm a JP8 kinda guy myself. That and hydraulic fluid were my constant companions. Always seemed to be something leaking damnit
Burnt differential fluid from when your posi traction unit goes out.....800 bucks and that glorious smell.
The Sr-71 leaked like a sieve when it came home from a mission. It was JP-7, you could throw a match into it and it wouldn't light. Coolanol was the thing that made a mess. You get a drop on your sleeve and it would keep spreading to the whole arm. It was a coolant/insulator for high power transmitters.I'm a JP8 kinda guy myself. That and hydraulic fluid were my constant companions. Always seemed to be something leaking damnit
Didn't they pretty much leak whenever they weren't hot and running at altitude?
