What did you do TO your Gladiator today? [ADMIN WARNING: NO POLITICS, NO GUN TALK]

[Pismo61]

You could've done it earlier and after they FAFO'd you could stand over them and say the line our parents said to us whenever we acted stupid and got hurt...

"So....what'd we learn ?".



My parents were STRONG believers in letting you learn on your own. I once took a sheet of thin plywood, propped it up against our picnic table and was going to jump it with my Schwinn Apple Crate 5-speed bike (best bike EVER). I did a lap around the house to gain speed and hit the ramp. The plywood flexed, popped under the table and I hit the table edge with my bike. Flipped the table on its side, me going with it. Knocked the wind out of me. As I lay there in the grass gasping, my Dad, who was watching me the whole time from the back patio, yells over, "Try it again, stupid !!". I'm on my feet now, hands on my knees, trying to breathe. I shake my head, no. Then he says, "What'd we learn ?".

I had the cotton crate.

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[RudeJeepin]

I've had 3 in the past 3 years. I know of what I speak....

I was stupid and had my first at age 62. Found 9 non-cancerous polyps. 9. Came back the next year, inadequate bowel prep, canceled halfway through. 6 months later, all clear. Now I have a 5 year respite from sitting in the bathroom doing my impression of the Artemis rocket on liftoff.

I had one a couple weeks ago. Endoscopy and colonoscopy, they met in the middle and high five.
They are going back in tomorrow to give me a tattoo.

 

[Freems]

I still haven’t pulled the hard top off for the season. And it’s almost mid July I feel shamed. But I also need somebody to assist with it as especially with the lift installed, now my wife is too short.

This may help…like you I haven’t had the full top off this summer (been hotter than my coolant temperature) the back piece of the roof is only 60lbs (think big sack of dog food) I pull the fasteners, then put a piece of 1/2” plywood on top of the bed rails, take the front panels off, then just pop the seal loose on the main panel and lift and slide it onto the plywood. Once that’s done lift it to its destination for storage in the garage. Easy peasy. One person job.

 

[Mud Pie]

Freems -

"lift it to it's destination in the garage". "one man job". Huh ? Are you built like Bigfoot or something ? Do you bench press VW bugs for fun ?

I'll be honest...I could feel my face turning red when I walked my doors over to the door cart.

 

[Freems]

Freems -

"lift it to it's destination in the garage". "one man job". Huh ? Are you built like Bigfoot or something ? Do you bench press VW bugs for fun ?

I'll be honest...I could feel my face turning red when I walked my doors over to the door cart.

LOL…6’3” 225lbs old guy. BTW I put casters on my door cart and wheel them over to the rig.

 

[Mud Pie]

LOL…6’3” 225lbs old guy. BTW I put casters on my door cart and wheel them over to the rig.

Ah......I'm 5'6", 160 lbs (yeah I got a belly going, I was 145 for decades until I quit the ciggy's) and 65 years old. The heaviest things I lift on a regular basis is a full coffee cup and the occasional pint. What I call "12 ounce curls"...

In fact, when I installed my headliners, I pulled the top completely off. I had my neighbor help. When we got done, I bent over and looked in my sock. My neighbor says, "Whattaya doing ?" "Looking for a testicle.".

 

[Mud Pie]

Well, I gave my Jeep it's first colonoscopy. I poked that endoscope down every defroster hole there was. No sign of the fugitive screwdriver bit. Took me a few to work the camera right, I instinctively kept moving the handheld display hoping the view would change. Duh. I stuck the flex magnet down there and gave it a wiggle, just cuz. Came up empty.

I then replaced my cabin air filter and stuck the endo in there too, just for gee-whiz. Fan is clean with the exception of one small leaf on the squirrel cage.

Then I installed my Auto Start/Stop Eliminator. Stupid simple, took max 3 minutes including popping the panel off. Every time I pop a panel and them clips make that awful crunching sound, I fear I broke something.

 

[Bandit’s Lair]

Gave the interior a once over with a shop vac and some Chem Bros interior detailing spray. It goes in for the recall check at 0730 tomorrow so figured I’d spruce it up a lil bit. Not a deep clean but better than it was. When you live on dirt roads it’s pretty much a losing battle keeping the interior pristine.

 

[DenCoGladiator]

Finally got my front windows tinted and hit the trim and bumpers with some car guys plastic restorer. Worked pretty well on the 5 year old faded stuff and will see how it holds up.

 

[WanderingTrail]

You could've done it earlier and after they FAFO'd you could stand over them and say the line our parents said to us whenever we acted stupid and got hurt...

"So....what'd we learn ?".



My parents were STRONG believers in letting you learn on your own. I once took a sheet of thin plywood, propped it up against our picnic table and was going to jump it with my Schwinn Apple Crate 5-speed bike (best bike EVER). I did a lap around the house to gain speed and hit the ramp. The plywood flexed, popped under the table and I hit the table edge with my bike. Flipped the table on its side, me going with it. Knocked the wind out of me. As I lay there in the grass gasping, my Dad, who was watching me the whole time from the back patio, yells over, "Try it again, stupid !!". I'm on my feet now, hands on my knees, trying to breathe. I shake my head, no. Then he says, "What'd we learn ?".

I just had abdominal surgery on Friday so I'm sitting here catching up on the forums and I read this. Now I remember doing something very similar though it was with a big wheel and the front steps, but I had a good visual of what was happening, I started laughing, which lead to not being able to breathe because of the pain, trying to stop laughing which wasn't working, which ended up in me laying on the ground trying to get my breath. So I finally managed to recover and sat back up only to reread what I just read and start everything over again. No matter what that was funny as hell and I'll take the pain, now I'm going to take a nap.

Ron

 

[Mud Pie]

Well, it's been raining hard here the past couple days. What they call down here "a real frog choker". Local flood warnings and such.

I had a dentist appointment this morning so I blindly dash to my Jeep and head out. When I get done I head back to my Jeep. I open the door and see about 1/2" of water on my floorboard. I do the WTF and began the search. Nothing dripping from the roof panels, nothing running from the windshield, all windows are up. Only the floor is wet, everything else is bone dry. Huh. I head home trying to come up with causes. Drain plug popped loose ? I was running through a lot of standing water. Nah, I saw it was in place when I cleaned my undercarriage (leave me alone).

At a stop light I grab my flashlight and start looking again. D'oh !! I found the culprit. When I put my doors on I apparently twisted the door strap; a loop of it was between the door and frame. Created an awesome wick, let me tell ya. That nylon sheath was dripping wet. S'wonderful. Well, I was thinking about getting the carpets cleaned, so...there's that. (sticking with the positive vibes)

I get home and grab my just-bought DeWalt 20v wet-vac. My wife chided me for buying it, rightfully so because I have two 5 gallon and one 2 gallon wet-vacs. "Why did you buy that ?" "It's battery powered, no stringing a cord anywhere !!" I got the eye-roll. Now I have justification.

Sucked as much water out as I could, hoping the rain stops long enough to open the doors to let it dry a wee bit. There are only a few smells that I can't stand; dirty cat litter boxes, someone else's puke, and musty car carpeting. I've smelled decomposing bodies in my former work-life, that's really rank, but a dirty cat litter box just hits me wrong.

I did a run test on the door wiring harness to see if I jacked up the wiring by pinching it in the door. Nope, doors lock/unlock, mirrors adjust. Guess it's a good thing I haven't driven it so much or opened/closed the door much since I put the doors back on.

That's what I've done TO my Gladiator today.....

 

[shooterrex]

Drove into town for my radio club meeting. Since I was in town I washed all the bugs and road grime (and a little mud) from my road trip to Va off at the car wash.
The mud was from checking on one of our hay fields here on the farm.

 

[Supazuk]

You could've done it earlier and after they FAFO'd you could stand over them and say the line our parents said to us whenever we acted stupid and got hurt...

"So....what'd we learn ?".



My parents were STRONG believers in letting you learn on your own. I once took a sheet of thin plywood, propped it up against our picnic table and was going to jump it with my Schwinn Apple Crate 5-speed bike (best bike EVER). I did a lap around the house to gain speed and hit the ramp. The plywood flexed, popped under the table and I hit the table edge with my bike. Flipped the table on its side, me going with it. Knocked the wind out of me. As I lay there in the grass gasping, my Dad, who was watching me the whole time from the back patio, yells over, "Try it again, stupid !!". I'm on my feet now, hands on my knees, trying to breathe. I shake my head, no. Then he says, "What'd we learn ?".

Did very much the same with my parent's picnic table (age 12ish)... I even went the extra mile to screw it in( ...... except I was dumb enough to try it with on skateboard.... at least i started on it went straight up, came straight down....slide my arm over the screws... Board tagged me as it fell
Ran in the house bleeding...
There is no; are you ok, or are you hurt? (this is the 80's right) I get yelled at for tracking dirt and bleeding on the floor .......
Later in the ER after about 9 or so stitches, dad said it "not gonna do that again, are we?"

 

[Mud Pie]

When I was an adult, I was at my parents house reminiscing about all the jacked up things I did as a kid. She said when I left the house in the morning, I always came home either dirty, crying or bleeding, sometimes all three.

Back then they'd leave you home alone with the only instruction, "Don't touch the stove.". For some reason, the stove was always the big no-no. Nothing about not answering the door or the phone. The stove.

She brought up the time she went food shopping, came home and there I was, sitting at the kitchen table with our only phone totally apart. If it had a screw, I removed it. This is around 1969 or so, back when you didn't own your phone, you rented it from the phone company. There was no "run down to Radio Shack or Wal-mart" back then. No one made phones, only the phone company. Each one of my 4 sisters came through, each saying, "Oooooo !! You're gonna be in trouble !!!". Nah.

My Mom came home, said my first, middle and last name. Sure indication you were in trouble. She asked me, holding out hope, "Can you put it back together ?". I shrugged my shoulders in typical 8 year old fashion. When my Dad got home, my Mom asked him if HE could put it back together. As he walked out of the kitchen, he said one word; "Nope." and kept going, barely glancing at the pile.

The next morning my Mom went next door and called the phone company and put in a service call that our phone wasn't working. The tech shows up. "Where's the phone ?" he asks. My Mom points to the pile-o-parts. "What happened ?" he asked. My Mom points to me and says, "Him.". He looks at the pile then at me. "Damn, kid. Looks like you found every screw.". Again, I shrug my shoulders.

He walked out to his van and came back with a new phone. Hooked it up and scooped all the parts into the now-empty box. He chuckles and says, "The guys in the garage are gonna LOVE this !". He tussles my hair and says, "When you get old enough, come work for us.". Now the part my Mom was dreading, "How much ?" she asks. He laughs, shakes the box and says, "No charge. Your son made my day.". I lift my head and smile. My Mom shot me that Mom Look. Smile gone, I'm looking at the floor again.

From that day on, whenever I walked through the house with a tool in hand, "Where you going ? Whatchoo working on ?" was always called out. Even when I was 17 years old....

After my Mom recanted that story, she laughed and said, "You sure made our house interesting, no doubt.".

Well, thanks for taking a walk with me down Memory Lane. Ramble over. As you were.

 

[Supazuk]

When I was an adult, I was at my parents house reminiscing about all the jacked up things I did as a kid. She said when I left the house in the morning, I always came home either dirty, crying or bleeding, sometimes all three.

Back then they'd leave you home alone with the only instruction, "Don't touch the stove.". For some reason, the stove was always the big no-no. Nothing about not answering the door or the phone. The stove.

She brought up the time she went food shopping, came home and there I was, sitting at the kitchen table with our only phone totally apart. If it had a screw, I removed it. This is around 1969 or so, back when you didn't own your phone, you rented it from the phone company. There was no "run down to Radio Shack or Wal-mart" back then. No one made phones, only the phone company. Each one of my 4 sisters came through, each saying, "Oooooo !! You're gonna be in trouble !!!". Nah.

My Mom came home, said my first, middle and last name. Sure indication you were in trouble. She asked me, holding out hope, "Can you put it back together ?". I shrugged my shoulders in typical 8 year old fashion. When my Dad got home, my Mom asked him if HE could put it back together. As he walked out of the kitchen, he said one word; "Nope." and kept going, barely glancing at the pile.

The next morning my Mom went next door and called the phone company and put in a service call that our phone wasn't working. The tech shows up. "Where's the phone ?" he asks. My Mom points to the pile-o-parts. "What happened ?" he asked. My Mom points to me and says, "Him.". He looks at the pile then at me. "Damn, kid. Looks like you found every screw.". Again, I shrug my shoulders.

He walked out to his van and came back with a new phone. Hooked it up and scooped all the parts into the now-empty box. He chuckles and says, "The guys in the garage are gonna LOVE this !". He tussles my hair and says, "When you get old enough, come work for us.". Now the part my Mom was dreading, "How much ?" she asks. He laughs, shakes the box and says, "No charge. Your son made my day.". I lift my head and smile. My Mom shot me that Mom Look. Smile gone, I'm looking at the floor again.

From that day on, whenever I walked through the house with a tool in hand, "Where you going ? Whatchoo working on ?" was always called out. Even when I was 17 years old....

After my Mom recanted that story, she laughed and said, "You sure made our house interesting, no doubt.".

Well, thanks for taking a walk with me down Memory Lane. Ramble over. As you were.

did we live parallel lives? I did the same at about 7.. Mom brought the phone into Bell store in a box ... they were trying to charge her for malicious damage and we telling her no way a kid did that..... meanwhile I'm in the corner of the store and had a mickey mouse phone off the display and half apart! same deal with a guy just handed my mom a new phone ......


DOnt get me started with how i cut my finger on a planer in sears at 10 Dad " Look you got blood on the new tools !"

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