So some of you know I am trying to get together a manual transmission for my 88FJ62 because the A440F is rapidly failing.
Last weekend I secured a deal on a low mileage H42. The truck was actually in my neighborhood. I remembered seeing it several years ago but not since. An old guy drove it pretty regularly used to wave to him.
Well last weekend I walked a couple of streets down and knocked on his door. His wife answered and in short the old fellow passed a couple of years ago. They still had the truck though and it was in the garage in the back yard! She led me out there and let me see it. It was partially demolished from a rollover crash. I made a fair offer for the transmission and she was more than happy to sell it to me, said I could work on it right in the garage. I gave her $200 to hold on to until I removed the transmission. She acted like I handed her a million.
Yesterday s/w the famous Georg at Cruiser Brothers. Awesome guy, took time out of his busy day to answer product questions and offered up sage advice. Told me exactly what to get from the wrecked Cruiser and what he might need.
So I head back over there early yesterday afternoon with tools and the lady lets me into the back yard. She was thrilled to know I would be paying her for more parts too.
About the time I get the 2nd drive shaft off some one starts yelling at me. I stand up and come face to face to face with who turns out to be her son. He is in a spitting, sweating, bad-breath rage. The old lady is standing on the back porch with her hands over her mouth looking pitifully shocked. So after pushing me around the truck and heavy breathing and sweating all over the place it appears that the parts are not for sale as he is going to use them and that I am trespassing and can get the hell off his property or get my ass kicked. I ask for my money back and he explodes at this mother then disappears into the house still raging.
She comes over to me quickly and tells me how sorry she is and that he has not ever been able to "keep hisself out of trouble and that her husband warned her before he died, "not to let him come around." She then looked at me with tears in her eyes and said but I just can't turn him out."
That meth-head then returned without my money but with a wooden rolling pin, I kid you not, before I could get everything packed up and back to the car. How long has it been since you have seen a rolling pin?
To shorten it up a bit. I had to get the cops (my favorite people on earth) involved to get my money and the rest of my tools back. As it turns out there was also an old FJ40 dismantled in the garage. The son in a meth stupor crashed the FJ62 not far from the house just after his old man died. Seems the front right wheel came off and he rolled into a ditch. He has moved back in with mom because I guess employment does not appeal to him.
I couldn't believe it, the cop knew exactly who he was said he has a rap sheet but it was all stupid things like public intoxication, public indecency, driving without licence, tags, etc. A real winner.
So now I get to call Georg today and tell him the deal is sour. Worse I am back to square 1 with the transmission set up.
A word about self worth. I am not a particularly handsome guy, not that smart, own a small home, don't drive fancy cars at all, never made much money. I am married to a nice girl who I love dearly and who "gets," me. I have never had much in the way of self worth. I have just always felt I could do better and I have always tried.
After dealing with that mess I feel much better about myself, much better.
Last weekend I secured a deal on a low mileage H42. The truck was actually in my neighborhood. I remembered seeing it several years ago but not since. An old guy drove it pretty regularly used to wave to him.
Well last weekend I walked a couple of streets down and knocked on his door. His wife answered and in short the old fellow passed a couple of years ago. They still had the truck though and it was in the garage in the back yard! She led me out there and let me see it. It was partially demolished from a rollover crash. I made a fair offer for the transmission and she was more than happy to sell it to me, said I could work on it right in the garage. I gave her $200 to hold on to until I removed the transmission. She acted like I handed her a million.
Yesterday s/w the famous Georg at Cruiser Brothers. Awesome guy, took time out of his busy day to answer product questions and offered up sage advice. Told me exactly what to get from the wrecked Cruiser and what he might need.
So I head back over there early yesterday afternoon with tools and the lady lets me into the back yard. She was thrilled to know I would be paying her for more parts too.
About the time I get the 2nd drive shaft off some one starts yelling at me. I stand up and come face to face to face with who turns out to be her son. He is in a spitting, sweating, bad-breath rage. The old lady is standing on the back porch with her hands over her mouth looking pitifully shocked. So after pushing me around the truck and heavy breathing and sweating all over the place it appears that the parts are not for sale as he is going to use them and that I am trespassing and can get the hell off his property or get my ass kicked. I ask for my money back and he explodes at this mother then disappears into the house still raging.
She comes over to me quickly and tells me how sorry she is and that he has not ever been able to "keep hisself out of trouble and that her husband warned her before he died, "not to let him come around." She then looked at me with tears in her eyes and said but I just can't turn him out."
That meth-head then returned without my money but with a wooden rolling pin, I kid you not, before I could get everything packed up and back to the car. How long has it been since you have seen a rolling pin?
To shorten it up a bit. I had to get the cops (my favorite people on earth) involved to get my money and the rest of my tools back. As it turns out there was also an old FJ40 dismantled in the garage. The son in a meth stupor crashed the FJ62 not far from the house just after his old man died. Seems the front right wheel came off and he rolled into a ditch. He has moved back in with mom because I guess employment does not appeal to him.
I couldn't believe it, the cop knew exactly who he was said he has a rap sheet but it was all stupid things like public intoxication, public indecency, driving without licence, tags, etc. A real winner.
So now I get to call Georg today and tell him the deal is sour. Worse I am back to square 1 with the transmission set up.
A word about self worth. I am not a particularly handsome guy, not that smart, own a small home, don't drive fancy cars at all, never made much money. I am married to a nice girl who I love dearly and who "gets," me. I have never had much in the way of self worth. I have just always felt I could do better and I have always tried.
After dealing with that mess I feel much better about myself, much better.
