Russell C

Pickup truck. No room for an engine that size up front, so put it behind the cab in the pickup bed. 😂

"No, Lieutenant, there is no more 'just one more thing.' Goodbye."

Freeloading dove suggesting I should hurry it up a bit about the clumsy way I eat potato chips, which sends random crumbs onto my patio floor ....

If ya want to send the Ferraraficionados screaming off even further into the night, a pair of those Yosemite Sam "Back Off" mudflaps would do the trick .... 😂

Were those flames back there?

Blasfemo! Enzo si rivolterebbe nella tomba!

Rearrange some of the details in the descriptions in this thread, and ya have my former apartment neighbors, the couple of lunatic renter neighbors at the house I was the caretaker of after leaving the apartment, and a trio of the property owners next to me at the current place I'm living at. One additional detail not seen in this thread so far is that at the apartment building I used to live in, my upstairs neighbors were the Walkers. That was not their names, that's what they did, several different generations of 'em over the years, either walking around in endless circles (on a flood-damaged floor that creaked) or pacing back & forth like caged animals. 10, 20, 40 minutes at a time or more sometimes, non-stop. One thing that hugely pleases me right now: zip, zero, nada overhead noises any more.

Take it from me, owner of similar but newer, you'll be glad you got it. My late father, an expert multi-decade machinist, built mine up for me and likely is rolling in his grave to see the way I barely know the most rudimentary basics of how to use it. But when ya need something small to be perfectly round and/or drilled straight and true, these beat the heck out of trying to hand-file something round or trying to hand-drill something with a Dremel tool.

Jaguar ..... you can tell, by its spots. 😀

If you have a Facebook account, you could ask Jim directly. Super friendly guy, I've had the opportunity to talk with him several times when we were at the GSL contests. https://www.facebook.com/jim.keeler.79

NM native here. I used to live in the mountains just east of Albuquerque on Rt 66, but they put that city (with who knows what foreign alphabet letter after the capital letter "A") over a bit south of where Fort Sumner is. 'Artificial not-so-intelligence' should just stick to rendering 1950s American cars with 3 headlights and impossible angles on the chrome front bumpers ....

We'll see. Lady just moved in 3 weeks back, talked to her once, seemed like a nice person. In such situations, it's best to tread carefully, repair workers come & go, but a neighbor is someone usually not leaving anytime soon, so it's best not to make enemies out of 'em. I'll ask if the repair guy was a particular name of one I've heard of working in the neighborhood, and if she says no, it's a friend/relative of hers, that's when you keep your mouth shut. If she says he is the local repair guy who's doing a great job, same deal. If a wacko weirdo has the gall to trespass, tries walk off with stuff, and gets huffy when called out on that, the person might also be the type who retaliates by any means possible if a friendly client warns him about a complaint against him.

No wall between my backyard-side neighbor and my little property, I see one of my items over in that yard, no clue how it ended up over there, so I go and retrieve it and put right back where it was last sitting. Hour or so later I look out my window over there, my item is in their yard again, some worker doing repair work has helped himself to using it. When he go goes around the side of their house to his work truck, I snag back my item and stash it out of his view if he returns. Should be the end of the situation. Another hour goes by, the worker trespasses all the way into my patio, knocks on my door and sneers at me that my item is "safe from him now," then walks back out the way he came in. I figured he had come over to apologize for using something that wasn't his, so I was stunned for a moment before I said — nice guy that I really am — "I'm happy to share, you just have to ask permission first." Some folks got a lot of nerve …..

In the last decade or so, I've seen a variety of online barnfind backstories - owner arrested long ago and doing a life term without parole / owner bought before going off to fight and die in a war / super rich dude flat forgot where one of his many cars was stashed / hidden from husband long ago out of sheer spite / critical part busted and owner just never got around to fixing it, etc, etc.