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That reminds me of this joke.




NORWEGIAN FIRE DEPARTMENT


One dark night outside a small town in Minnesota , a fire started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye it exploded into massive flames. The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around.

When the volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical company president rushed to the fire chief and said, "All our secret formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. They must be saved. I will give $50,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact."

But the roaring flames held the firefighters off.

Soon more fire departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer was now $100,000 to the fire department who could bring out the company's secret files.

From the distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight. It was the nearby Norwegian rural township volunteer fire company composed mainly of Norwegians over the age of 65. To everyone's amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared right past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant.

Without even slowing down it drove straight into the middle of the inferno. Outside, the other firemen watched as the Norwegian old timers jumped off right in the middle of the fire fought it back on all sides. It was a performance and effort never seen before.

Within a short time, the Norske old timers had extinguished the fire and had saved the secret formulas. The grateful chemical company president announced that for such a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.

The local TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on film, asking their chief, "What are you going to do with all that money?"


"Vell," said Ole Larsen, the 70-year-old fire chief, "Da first thing ve gonna do is fix DA brakes on dat focking truck!"

Lol.....:lol::lol:

Ken that was great

Wires looking great man! Warm weather is just around the corner, dont worry. Whats your next plan of attack for the project???
Don Jr.

Changed plan of attack to getting everything bolted back on then, finish wiring, and get it on the road to see how it works. Technically just need to hook up linkage to be able to drive up and down driveway. But alot more to be street legal! Would like to get windshield installed too, but, I think it would be easier to paint it without the glass installed.

Originally Posted by Ken Thurm

That reminds me of this joke.




NORWEGIAN FIRE DEPARTMENT


One dark night outside a small town in Minnesota , a fire started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye it exploded into massive flames. The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around.

When the volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical company president rushed to the fire chief and said, "All our secret formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. They must be saved. I will give $50,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact."

But the roaring flames held the firefighters off.

Soon more fire departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer was now $100,000 to the fire department who could bring out the company's secret files.

From the distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight. It was the nearby Norwegian rural township volunteer fire company composed mainly of Norwegians over the age of 65. To everyone's amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared right past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant.

Without even slowing down it drove straight into the middle of the inferno. Outside, the other firemen watched as the Norwegian old timers jumped off right in the middle of the fire fought it back on all sides. It was a performance and effort never seen before.

Within a short time, the Norske old timers had extinguished the fire and had saved the secret formulas. The grateful chemical company president announced that for such a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.

The local TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on film, asking their chief, "What are you going to do with all that money?"


"Vell," said Ole Larsen, the 70-year-old fire chief, "Da first thing ve gonna do is fix DA brakes on dat focking truck!"

Hmmmm.... Pickin' on us Norwegians again, huh?????

Wire coat hanger makes a perfect throttle cable, Steve, and it's traditional. Throw some on there and take that puppy down the driveway.

Your engine really looks nice, love them Fords.

Don

Thanks guys. I worked on mounting the B&M truck shifter yesterday. I was making headway(even with a massive migraine headache) when I needed to drill a new hole in the floor pan to route the new shifter cable. I needed to drill a 1-1/2" hole in the sheet metal. Well I had a step drill bit just for such occasions, but couldn't find the @$#% thing for the life of me. I ended up cleaning up my work area for about an hour, with no luck, digging thru parts boxes and all. I figured it's got to be in my drill bit box, so for the third time I looked thru the box, only to find it was in there, just smaller than I remembered(yep only cuts to 7/8") so I figured I'd try that, only it wasn't quite large enough in diameter to route the cable thru. So I figured I'd call around to see what the locals were extorting for a new bit. Ace didn't have it in a big enough size, Masseli had one for 90 bucks, and OSH had one for 49 bucks. Alas I contiplated a drive up north (minimum 1-1/2 hours round trip) to Harbor Freight who has a set of them for 14.99. Then I remembered that the car was in the shop getting the tranny flushed and the rear brakes replaced! Frustration took over, I ordered a set from HF on the internet to be mailed here by my next day off. Went to lunch with a friend who showed up, and called it good for the day. It did bum me out to push the Beast back in the garage over the 1/2" rise that snags it every time!!!!!!!!!
Hopefully this weekend the weather will be dry, though rain is once again in the forecast! It will be nice to have a neutral start switch that works and a gear indicator to avoid problems I had with the old shifter!

You sound like us, Steve. Half of our time is spent looking for some part or tool we "put where we KNEW it would be when we needed it." I swear that garages are haunted by some Gremlins who come in every night and hide stuff. Sometimes I am using a tool, turn around, and it has disappeared!

About a week ago I started looking for the 56 Ford pickup steering box I had set aside for my new rpu project. Now, this isn't a small part, it has 4 feet of steering shaft sticking out of the top! I looked for days, and did a section by section, process of elimination search of every part of the shop. No dice. Even went back and rechecked the entire shop a couple more times. Finally, I decided my mission that day was to find the d*** thing, and after a while saw the shaft sticking out between some lumber in the loft. I don't remember even putting it up there, but it sure felt good to find it.

Gremlins, I tell you, Gremlins.

Don

Hey guys, it's not Gremlins, it's "blue people." There was an episode of Twilight Zone, "A matter of Minutes" where it was explained that the "blue people" are responsible for constructing the next minutes in time. (They travel faster than the eye can follow so no-one can see them.)
Sometimes they forget to move something and, when they catch the error, it appears where it wasn't a moment before.
Happens to me all the time. (Either that or it's CRS and I won't admit to that!!)

I was a gremlin once! When I was going to school I lived in a apartment complex. I was on the first floor and this guy lived above me. Every night at midnight he would exercise with this wheel that he would hold onto each side and it would roll on the floor. This wheel would roll out away from him than he would pull it back . Really noisy. So one night I hade enough. Then next mornig I waited for him to leave. I crawled up from my back porch to his balcony, opened his sliding door and went inside. His exercise wheel was laying on the floor. I took it and hid it in his closest.
He moved two weeks later. Have you upset anyone?
Ken

Not sure if it's Gremlins, bluepeople or just me! I swear about 9 times out of ten I'll search an hour then ask my wife who'll denie ever seeing what I'm looking for, but 1 in ten she'll admit to putting it away! But alas the Garage has been deemed the Man Cave, and for the most part it's the Gremlins fault out there!

Ken I have a coworker who is really anal about stuff, to the point of how straight everything on his desk is in relation to stuff nearby. He once got quite a few of us really upset, so for about a month I'd randomly sneak in his office and tweak a paper 45 degrees or move a pen, etc.. His secretary was a friend of mine who used to love coming into work and hear him rant about Gremlins, or rats or something that was getting in there at night and moving his stuff! Gotta love the little moments in life! I think once he was convinced it was an earthquake. But alas justice of a higher being really got him in the end, a sewage line broke in the ceiling above his desk! After that I stopped torturing him, I mean I could never top the sewage line!

Originally Posted by stovens

But alas justice of a higher being really got him in the end, a sewage line broke in the ceiling above his desk! After that I stopped torturing him, I mean I could never top the sewage line!

I'm sure you could have... If you would've just.. um.. "applied yourself"..

Looks like a clear day to hit the truck once again!

Originally Posted by Ken Thurm

I was a gremlin once!... Ken

Had a Sgt. once who was not well respected. His nickname was Sgt. Bozo due to his bright red hair, receding hairline and comical (unintentional on his part) behavior. A couple of deputies learned the combination to the lock on his locker and replaced it with an identical lock.

Sgt. Bozo worked himself into frenzy trying to open the new lock.

The 'simpathetic" deputies offerred to help and were able to open the lock on the first try, thuroghly frustrating Sgt. Bozo. Over the course of six months, the locks were switched many times, with the Sgt. Bozo begging for help each time he couldn't get into his locker. He never caught on.

When the deputies grew tired of the game, they filled the top of his locker with pingpong balls decorated like Bozo the Clown. They came crashing down on his head, sending Sgt. Bozo into the Lieutenant's office demanding an IA investigation.

He was eventually given a stress retirement.