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Most modern Americans are just completely helpless

My Mom is 94 and lives in a retirement home, and still has honey-do lists for me when I go visit. They have maintenance staff for that, but she likes me to do it, which is fine, it's not like I'm changing the transmission in her car. :laughing:
I honestly wish they'd do that. I'd gladly help them out with shit. It makes my eyes bleed looking at the cobbled up shit my FIL slaps together.
 
I just try to keep the peace. This is usually the only time all year my wife gets to see her folks because they practically refuse to leave central Florida. They absolutely love it but this is my hellscape.

So have a chat with your wife the night before and tell her you and the kids are going to Nasa on your own, not her, not the grandparents, just you and the kids. Enjoy the bonding time with no distractions except the space stuff.

oh yeah, and I can't shoot for shit. That'll probably be important too :flipoff2:

Don't think bullseye. Theres a reason they make torso targets...
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I honestly wish they'd do that. I'd gladly help them out with shit. It makes my eyes bleed looking at the cobbled up shit my FIL slaps together.
My step-dad was a career research vet, but again about as mechanical as a drinking glass. Had a CEL on his 81 Toyota PU, not to many things it could be on a 20R, so I did the paperclip trick and read the code, yup O2 sensor. Went to the Autozone picked one up and changed it in their driveway with a pair of slip-joint pliers...and removed the piece of tape off of the instrument cluster that he put on there so he wouldn't have to look at the CEL. :laughing:
 
That was actually my parents. They made good money and pretty much paid to have people handle everything for them. On one hand, it seems like a pretty good life when you don't have to worry about shit and have the money to cover that, on the other, in an emergency, you're dependent on someone else to show up and help.

I had to teach myself from the ground up how to maintain my own stuff. Shoot, we barely had any tools at home, and one of the first things I bought myself when I got a job was a craftsman 200 piece toolset. My parents couldn't understand why I'd spend all my money on it. I'd probably be an interesting case study in nurture vs nature since my parents were basically useless in that regard, but I had grandparents, cousins, uncles, etc. who were mechanically inclined.

When I got older, I spent time fixing my parent's stuff to help them out.

Side conversation: it also feels like the people my parents paid to work on things for them got less and less reliable as time went on. There was one point when I was trying to figure out exhaust on my jeep that my mom offered as a birthday present or something to pay for an exhaust shop to do it for me. I started thinking about it, and I realized I didn't trust anyone locally to do a good job since I was also going to have to trust them to drop the skid plate and properly support the trans and t-case while they performed the work.
Sounds like you have the Knack.
 
My step-dad was a career research vet, but again about as mechanical as a drinking glass. Had a CEL on his 81 Toyota PU, not to many things it could be on a 20R, so I did the paperclip trick and read the code, yup O2 sensor. Went to the Autozone picked one up and changed it in their driveway with a pair of slip-joint pliers...and removed the piece of tape off of the instrument cluster that he put on there so he wouldn't have to look at the CEL. :laughing:


It's been awhile, but I don't recall my first gen having a check engine light, or a diagnostic port.

Clb can you shed light on this?
 
It's been awhile, but I don't recall my first gen having a check engine light, or a diagnostic port.

Clb can you shed light on this?
Well this one did, maybe it was a California thing. 20r for sure. Might have been an 82 or 83, but first gen for sure.
 
Funny, I assumed it was a giant "build cool shit out of legos" place also.

So there’s no big Lego sets? I don’t understand the premise.

I have the opposite problem. Everytime I go on "vacation" to my in-laws up in Wiscomsin all I do is work on their house, yard, yard equipment and vehicles- never anything "fun". I finally got tired of it enough that I haven't been back in 5 years.

I prefer this to listening to gossip or watching football. There was one bil that worked on everything. Me and him got along great. Of course, my sil broke up with him and got hooked up with a useless sob.

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How can anyone feel helpless and overwhelmed when putting a dog on a diet? :shaking:

Quit feeding it too much, it'll lose weight, just like every other animal on the planet.

What if it’s one of those animals that has a slow metabolism?
 
It's been awhile, but I don't recall my first gen having a check engine light, or a diagnostic port.

Clb can you shed light on this?
Well, sheit:confused:
My 83 lets you read the codes, however there is no cel as such, I'll go read the fsm section and get back to you on what flashes..
Fwiw
when I reffed the 22re I had to install a cel to pass.

I only have done the paperclip flash the codes thing "once":laughing:

Eta
1833 hrs
Can't find the jumper wire mentioned in the 83 fsm, however, I think you read the lamp on the actual puter when jumpered??
I have a cheat sheet in the truck maybe I wrote an instructions to check.
When it cools off I'll go look...
Squamch
 
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don't feel bad, I had to go touch it ( the 83 with an 86 22re) and pull out the efi swap cheat sheet from the glove box.
 
I just try to keep the peace. This is usually the only time all year my wife gets to see her folks because they practically refuse to leave central Florida. They absolutely love it but this is my hellscape.

I got suckered into this Legoland shit. I had no idea it was an amusement park. I thought it was you know, fucking Lego shit. That seemed not so bad. I can build some fucking legos. Cool. No, it's just a fucking amusement park.
this was me when i was forced to go to the state fair with my chick

Marshawn Lynch "Im just here so i don't get fined" :flipoff2:
 
So there’s no big Lego sets? I don’t understand the premise.
not really, at the Cali one there was a place to make a boat and race them down a water feature, then a Ferrari place to build a car and race it (think pine wood derby track). It was buckets of parts but not much variety of parts. Other wise many of the landscape items are Lego, like a 20’ tall T. rex, or a small scale city.

The premise? Separate you from your $$$



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Hey, let's go check out this cool natural spring and kayak around and see some real shit. Oh no, that's dangerous. We can go to an amusement park water park where it's safe. But that's crowded, it's fake, and it costs an arm and a leg. The spring is natural, cool, and cheap.
Rainbow River We did that last October. It was awesome. We did the big kayaks, fishing kayaks I think they're called, pretty heavy. I would do the regular kayaks.

Crystal river, fuck that. We did the clear "kayaks". They are plexiglass canoes. You sit too low paddle well and couldnt see anything anyways.
 
This is the 2nd dipshit to have the same "problem"

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just wow:laughing:
I saw a post here locally that was struggling getting a needle through a patch for their kids cloths

you would think being a professional victim paid a little better :grinpimp:
 
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Shoot, if SHTF, I doubt I'd survive either. My weakness is I can't survive without toilet paper.



oh yeah, and I can't shoot for shit. That'll probably be important too :flipoff2:
I’m with you on this, not necessarily toilet paper but other modern things that help me live that I need. I really felt like shit when I stumbled across a YouTube video of this hippy gal that primarily lives in the desert in California. The first video that popped up was her riding freight trains just because. The video started out with her huffing in the tall weeds in New Orleans, that’s a big nope not me for starters, but she hid there for 17 hours with her dog waiting on the right train to come by. She jumped the train she needed with her dog (maybe 40lbs) and it was heading to Mississippi somewhere.

But the thing that really stood out tgat got my attention was, she has a left leg below knee amputation wearing a prosthetic leg. I’m all for doing what you can and don’t let things that have happened to you slow you down attitude, but bad things can happen if you wear the silicone liner of the leg for too long. A small thing like a blister can lead to an infection and go downhill from there fast. I had to hand it to her as she didn’t let it stop her one bit at all.

She’s already living in a mad max type of world where she stays at in California, so if shtf she wouldn’t know it and it would be life as usual :laughing:

Oh I remember where she lives at in her school bus, slab city.
 
We worked with a kid who was not mechanical at all. One of the guys asked the kid to "hand me the ratchet." Kid did not know what a ratchet was. Hilarity and ballbusting ensued. One of the other guys asked the kid what he would do if he got a flat tire on his car, kid says "I'll call my mom."
 
Rainbow River We did that last October. It was awesome. We did the big kayaks, fishing kayaks I think they're called, pretty heavy. I would do the regular kayaks.

Crystal river, fuck that. We did the clear "kayaks". They are plexiglass canoes. You sit too low paddle well and couldnt see anything anyways.
I did those rivers in the late 80’s. But in crystal river I scuba dive with the manatees. It was awesome as no body was there but my cousin and I and the tour guide.

On the drift dive down rainbow river from the spring, we had an altercation with an idiot on a wet bike. It didn’t go well for him as the local guy we were with knocked him off the jet ski with a boat paddle (yeah, the idiot was that close to us with a diver down flag).
 
I grew up in a father-less home and my mom knew absolutely nothing about anything. Once I got my first truck I learned real quick that when something went wrong, it cost me a lot of money to pay someone to fix it, so it would be in my best interest to learn how to fix things on my own. I acquired most of my grandpa’s tools, many of which I still use, and learned on my own how to fix things.

My wife’s family was the “call someone” any time something needed to be fixed type, and are constantly blown away any time I do anything for them, and it’s usually something stupid simple.
 
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