Almost Ran Myself Over...

Sorry folks, been a bit swamped with life in general as of late, so I do apologize in the delay since my last brain vomit of a post. Since then, I have tiled my bathroom floor, plumbed the shower, and fixed my hunk of shit truck again, which resulted in a second degree burn to a finger. I know that it is a second degree burn because wikipedia told me so, and wikipedia holds all the knowledge that this universe has to offer. It is basically eveything that Douglas Adams was envisioning when he described the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in his book called, wait, what was it, oh yes, that's right, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy".

If you haven't read it in a while, you should. I'm going through it again and it is simply great.

Speaking of burns, it turns out there are six degrees of burns, not just the three you hear about. Wikipedia describes sixth-degree burns as "the most severe form, are burn types in which almost all the muscle tissue in the area is destroyed, leaving almost nothing but charred bone. Often, sixth-degree burns are deadly."

Wow. Thanks for the clarification. Burns that leave nothing but charred bone may be fatal. Hmm... do you think? Is that why you don't see many charred skeletons down at the market on Sunday morning ?

Anyway, here's my piece of automotive advice for the week: If your hunk of crap truck won't start, it may be the starter relay... so pop the hood, and try arcing the positive and negative using a screwdriver... the spark may be enought to smack the relay back into working mode. Apparently the relay can get stuck in an "on" mode so it won't connect to allow the starter to kick. However, there are two very important caveats to that process:

1) make sure the ignition is not in "start up" mode... if it is, the truck may start and slowly run you over, which is a really embarassing way to die or get horribly injured.

2) after massive amounts of electricity run through the screwdriver, it will get hot. Hot enough to give a second degree burn (see above). Apparently this is the sort of thing that a fellow might forget just after being almost run over.

Stay tuned for next week's account of a weekend at ManCamp...