Goodbye Ranger

It’s like saying so long to an old decrepit friend…

That’s the third vehicle I’ve given to the Salvation Army. They’ll never learn.

Speaking of my old Ranger, when Loinfruit was 16 he drove. The brakes went out, so I fixed them. When I had it up on ramps, Loinfruit decided that he’d change the oil. He crawled under the truck, and I told him that the drain plug is up towards the front, not where he was. I left and he changed the oil. About a week later I was driving it on I66 and GRIND THRASH THRASH THRASH… Right. He drained the transmission. That’s my boy! Takes after his old man.

Here’s a week from July of 2006:

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