Last Sunday was the Pony’s best day. I replaced the connectors on a leaking oil line, even used the special tool (boy that’s suggestive!) to cut and “flair” the copper line. We hit the starter button, and just as it had the week before the engine started right up. This time the engine ran much more smoothly, and just as important, the refurbished oil line didn’t leak anymore. With that, we spent about half an hour reattaching and adjusting the throttle linkage. It seemed to match up to the governer lever and the carb real well, so we decided to fire up the engine again and see how it all worked together.
The engine started, ran smoothly and when I fed gas using the throttle lever up on the steering column, it responded perfectly. Wow, BTA (better than average)! Gene backed his car out of the way, and I jockied the Pony out the door and down the drive. Now, for the only bad news. This is where I’d normally insert a video to document the Pony’s first really great day out. After buzzing up and down the street once, I pulled into the drive and since Lynne had gone back into the house, I asked Gene to take some video. I headed out onto the street again, getting the Pony really moving in third gear, even climbing a hill. No problems. Well, I found out after I got home that Gene is no videographer. He got essentially “nuttin.” You’re fired Gene; next time I’m switching back to Lynne.
But that’s a small downside. We were both all smiles. That evening I called the Idiotic Brother and reported the good news. We talked about the initial days of working on the Pony and how so much of the Pony’s engine was frozen up, just a mess. If you don’t remember it after two years, here are a few shots of what we found when we first opened-up the engine.
Why didn’t I just quit right then? Can you believe that this engine is now running nice and smooth and pulling the Pony right along? Amazing! A number of folks have asked what I’ll be tackling next, and there’s still a LOT to do, but I’ve had the headlights all set to go for about a year now, and I’m thinking the Pony will steer better once he’s got his eyes, so I’ll be rigging those up next.
The Princess and I were out running errands today and were away from home when lunchtime rolled around. “Let’s head over to P.F. Changs,” I said, ‘cus my pal George recommended it.” This was one of those meals you could compare to the biblical parable of the “loaves and fishes.” We shared an appetizer and we both ordered an entrée. When the meals came out, our server said that the kitchen made a mistake and made the wrong entrée for one of us, and she said when they do that, they just give the table the wrong dish AND the right dish. So, we ate all that we could, and our server boxed up the rest. I put the bag of leftovers on the bathroom scale when we got home: FOUR POUNDS! Thanks for the recommendation, George.
When William Murdoch took over the Wall Street Journal there was a lot of complaining, but I actually like it better now than before. There’s a lot more general news content, and a Personal Journal section has been added. That section is pretty lame, but as I do with the cartoon section from our local rag, I always go to the Personal Journal section first. Great stuff in there like “How to Pick-out a Handbag.” I didn’t read this article, but why wouldn’t the answer to this one be just one sentence? Buy one that’s black or brown and just big enough to hold all your stuff. End of story. Or, how about this article, “Can Decor’ Save Your Marriage?” Hmmm, well again I didn’t read the article, because there’s a very short answer: Yes, as long as it involves separate bedrooms. Next, “Uncork the Nose’s Secret Powers.” Again, didn’t read it, this time because I’ve got a lot of personal experience. Remember, my nose saved my life (see my post of July 24, 2012). Now that’s power. I can also smell the glaze on a donut from three blocks away. Finally, from yesterday’s WSJ, and I’m not making this up, “Exercise Two Can Play.” Come on, if you need to read this article, all is lost.
I came up the stairs yesterday and The Princess said, “Stay right there!” She kinda scared me. She went back into the bedroom, came out and told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. Something dropped into my palm, I opened my eyes, and Woo hoo, another Princess gold crown. I KNEW she had two of those things, and suspected she was holding out on me after I cashed in the last one. And sure enough, another nice, shiny, gold crown, I’d say heftier than the last, with no nasty tooth material inside. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy….Come on Pony boy, let’s cash that baby in and head on over to Tractor Supply.
I would be remiss if I did not take a moment to reflect on Valentine’s Day, which just as annoyingly Ground Hog Day, birthdays and pine pollen comes around once a year. I went really crazy this year and bought The Princess $12.98 worth of roses at Trader Joe’s and as a special treat made an appointment for tomorrow with Social Security to sign up for benefits. Talk about a major milestone for us. That’s right, we’re “goin on the dole.” My goal for the dole? We’re going to try to beat my Grandma Kratzke’s record. She started collecting at age 65 and took the government for 40 years worth.
Roses are fine,
And Violets a bore,
We’ll take Social Security
I love you, Princess. And everyone else, oh heck, I love you too!