Old truck up-date

Last week I finally decided to tackle the drippy power steering pump on the '77. Billy had told me he thought it was a leaky hose, so I got new hoses and replaced them, no luck. Still drippy. I had a local mechanic peep it out and he decided that he could see where it was coming from and it was from the pulley shaft.

I made a quick trip to the local parts house and scored a refurbished pump for $50 and put it in over the course of a few hours last saturday. It took a little longer than i had expected though because the pump didn't fit with the bracket…so I had to cut up the bracket a little. It still has 2 solid mounting points and it worked out like a dream. Im going to weld the tab ( that had to be removed) back on in its new location once i put a few more miles on it and I'm sure everything is sitting where it wants to sit.

Now I just have to go clean up my workbench!

old pump...

new pump…

micronaut toy, found in a box of old toys from my parent's house

Does anyone else remember these little dudes?

A giant treasure trove of evidence of a misspent youth.

I had a pretty huge collection of punk rock show flyers when i was a kid. I had them pasted all over my room when i was living at home with my parents and one day came home to find out that my mom had accidentally read one of the flyers and suddenly realized i was in league with the devil.

She tore them all off the walls and left them in a pile on my bed, to show me. well she showed me I guess. I saved them and put them in a big folder and hid them.

Fast forward to last year when i am digging around in my dads attic and find a big box full of old shit i left at his house when I moved out so long ago. iIn the box was my folder filled with my flyers. unmolested and unseen for almost 3 decades.

I finally decided to scan this mess and show off some of the fun things I did as a kid that led to me being the person i am today...good or bad, better or worse.





punk rock flyers

what time is it…?

Adventure time!

no bad days

new shit for the family to engage in over the weekends

Brown metalflake, Cragars and Pendletons....

and some old dude who still wears Vans... living the dream.

Had a visit this friday from my brother from another

Hapa, actually IS prapa. you know this.

Stormtrooper of doom

This guy, with the smoothe face

My family loves him too, so he must be okay!

My best buddy Davey was in town for some type of shenanigans, and decided to stay the night and get some nice diner and tell some stories... the usual kind of stuff. We had a great diner at Buona Forchetta down in Golden Hills and then watched the remake of Red Dawn, which was pretty epic. Of course its about American and blowing shit up and 20 something chicks with machine guns... kindda gotta love it. you know how it goes. Anyhow, he's back on the road so if you see him trooping along on the highway, give him a wave and a smile and if you're a 20 something chick ( who may or may not have a machine gun) bust out with a little boob, or something sweet.

Love you brother!

to live long and prosper. . .

Balboa Park on a twilight thursday afternoon