Well yesterday while driving for John, I had something happen which most people would think of it as a good reason to gryp and complain about, but not mrgryper.
While driving the pontiac transport,( which is a real fun car to drive if you are masocistic) in Toronto, a brake line or somthing broke and I had no brakes. I have lost brakes in the past but on standard transmission and in less populated locations. Anyway, I thought it would be no fun to stop ( if I could) where I was and wait for a tow truck And there were not too many vehicles on that particular road and I really wasn't that far from my destination with the transmission I was delivering anyway and I have driven without brakes before plus if I pressed gently and not very often they sort of worked SO what the hell, I might as well keep going.
The next 3 or 4 miles I geared down as I approached traffic lights and was able to time all but one so I didn't have to stop and at that one I geared down then neutral and gently touched the brakes. All the while some idiot behind me kept following me instead of passing.

I finally reached my destination but had to turn left with traffic coming so I sat in neutral till it cleared and pulled up to their door where I took the tranny in then said to the owner "I have a problem, I have no brakes, can I park the car the car out back for a while" which I did and then called John who sent Nick to bring me back to TDS .

All in all it was a lot of fun but I suggest that you "don't try this at home"

I spent about an hour writing a masterpiece and I think I lost it some place in this God @##%^&$#@@!$$ computer

The latest in my long series of things to complain about:
I am in the process of writing to Daimler Chrysler to give them my opinion about their U joints.

In this rotten society we live in with terrorists, mad bombers, sex pervert,bank robbers,murderers, cell phones, lawyers, bloggs and you, you may think that U joints are not importent BUT wait till you encounter them, then you will understand.

While my hearing aids,( which is another story about my enemies attacking me and which I don't have time to waste dealing with now ), were in being fixed again, I noticed a slight clicking sound coming from the left front wheel, being the wise person I am, I figured it was the brake warning devices because I had procrastinated in replacing the pads. ( not maxi or light day) Immediately after installing my newly repaired hearing aids the noise increased the noise became much louder. I made comment to Thelma, my big old wife, about how much louder the noise had suddenly got, to which she replied " it isn't louder, it's the same as last week" which I found hard to believe. Anyway armed with new found wisdom, I went to John and said " will you take my truck for a drive and see what the noise is?" John said "yes" and he did. Guess what!! you got it, he found it to be me U joint was rusted out.

The next thing you know, John and Tom (no, not me, another Tom which most of you don't know) are beating the rotor and wheel bearing housing with sledge hammers and torches to try to get them apart ( it turns out that this is the normal way of dismantling a Dodge) meanwhile, I am in the corner throwing up, crying and feeling guilty for putting these guys through this hammer hell.

They did a marvelous job and my truck and I are happy with them but still pissed at Daimler Chrysler SO am preparing a letter to them. I should point out that neither Walter P Chrysler nor the Dodger brothers would never have allowed this problem in the first place. They should all be exumed and correct the situation with grease fittings.

Yesterday I decided to hang our travel dish on the wall outside to give it some exercise because it just lays around in the basement doing nothing. It was not very happy at having to do something and proceeded to give me all kinds of grief. When preparing for the hanging it started to protest, I think it wanted a lawyer or something. We had a trial at which it claimed I was not giving it good direction so I took some of it's brains back into the house and reconnected them to the other dish and they worked just fine. So I went back outside and we started again things went form bad to worst SO, I took it's brains back it to the house and reconnected them again to the other dish, now they started to protest and would not work just muttered something about 666 whatever that meant. Not being one to admit that I couldn't make it do as it was told, we fought for quite some time. Finally I called Starchoice to asked for help, and unlike Expressvue, they were cooperative, pleasant, helpful and never once said wait a SEC. which in Bell terms is aprox. 20 - 30 minutes. Anyway Aaron, the genius he is, said push this button and that and that button 2 of which were 6 and things with the brain was back to normal and Aaron, the genius he is, said Go forth and reconnect all is well. I did, and it is . Now that lazy dish is doing what it is supposed to do. Therefore, 666 is a myth.

I decided to waste some time in the bloggery checking for signs of life. t appears that my message got through because you can't get there from here. The only one left standing is Thomas and he sounds like he will soon be going over the balcony presumably wearing new running shoes on the way down.
Once upon a time I heard that if you go into a large office building in Toronto and keep visiting offices and asking for a job, it is not possible to leave the building without a job.
It might be worth a try. Well I'm out of ideas.