My truck broke again yesterday but that is not the half of it.
Both my girls were going to Prom last night and both their dates showed up late. One boy planned to take her to Ihop and the other screwed up dinner reservations at a nice restaurant by being late.
I got in my truck to take her to the restaurant so she could meet the rest of her friends and a mile down the road one of my idler pulleys came off and it ate the belt.
So back home to wait on the moron.
When he got here I was already seeing red then he called me Bud. Not Sir or Mr but bud. Man my head started spinning around then and as he made my girl open her own door on his truck all I could see was his head on one of my fenceposts. I walked away. These kids these days just aren't worth it.

I learned something in all of this.
The pulleys are wider and so is the belt on a 97 model when compared to a 94. I'm screwed until I can get a neighbor to take me to the parts store today. We only have the one truck now.

 

sorry to hear of the luck or the lack thereof.
I believe I would have corrected that kid. He would be calling me sir for the rest of his life. LOL

 

A guy brought my daughter home late and I said something to him. Fifteen years later, because they remained friends, the first thing out of his mouth when we saw him was to remind me of that night. Like it was OK for him to bring my daughter home late but he was within his rights!?

 

Ok, so we can call you "Bud" when we respond to your posts from now on?

I have about 13 more years before I have to be in your shoes...

Didn't know that about the belts, either. '94 must be 6 rib?

 

I always thought you were spouse to say 'Yes Sir No Sir, Yes Ma'am, No Ma'am.' But what do I know I'm a 19 year old, I am old and stupid. But I wouldn't blame you if you put his head on one of your fence post. I would have really gave him hell since he made your daugther open up her own door... whats next her paying for there meal? Man... kids these days... and I hope you have many good years with your daughter Jim =) Now lol any of you guys have a daughter you want to get rid of to a good guy, I will even work for her. :P

 

Sorry about the bad luck...

I'm glad my first one is a boy! Due in 8 weeks... And you better believe he'll show respect to his elders!

 

YAY I GET TO BE UNCLE JESSE!!!! (I am a only child) lol congrats Brownie, and I hope he is a healthy baby boy. =)

 

He is so far... 75th percentile for weight. Should be pretty big. My wife looks huge too. Only her belly though. No weight gain anywhere else. Maybe a little in the rear but that's fine with me!

 

Your wife looks beautiful no matter what, and I am glad to hear it, I know I want to see pictures when the little powerstroker is born.

 

Now I'm not feeling so mad at the boy that took her to prom. Apparently she was a butthead to him for the whole time. Didn't want to dance or hang out with him at all. I guess that is paybacks for his being rude. I don't know.
I do know that having kids makes my hair turn gray though. She's going to explain herself for that tonight. I think it would have been acceptable to tell him where to go when he came to pick her up but you don't do that to a guy at prom.

I fixed the truck yesterday. Put a new belt and grooved idler on it. It is a 6 groove, 7 rib belt on the 94. You sure have to know what you are looking for when you have one of these. The parts stores are just nothing but confusion on the 94 models. 3 different diesels to choose from. Mine is a vin F and I told them that several times then I finally just turned the computer around so I could see and clicked on the parts I needed. We got the right ones though.

I hope this doesn't go like my 97 did last year. Same thing happened. Belt came off due to the grooved idler going south.
Replaced both parts then a few days later the smooth idler went.
Replaced that then a few days later the ac clutch. Then the vacuum pump, then tensioner, then the water pump! That one is still sitting in the field. It's got gremlins!

 

I went though that Dan when I first got my truck.

my alternator has the wrong pully on it right now, its eating up my belt, but oh well.

I belive its 7 rib on the 94's but everything else is 6.

well. the new stuff has 1 less something.

 

Good to know your truck is fixed.

I live less than a block from a high school and kids throw there lunch trash, empty alcoholic bottles and used condoms in my yard. I get this crap at least once a week in the yard. I was gonna video tape it but the police said I could be arrested for video taping a minor.

You guys need to come on over and check out the great state of California.

 

Arrested for video taping a minor who is littering,
Uhm sorry.
You cannot arrest somebody for that. I'm sure they have some loophole they can screw you in the *** with about that though.

If its in public, and especially on your property, you can do whatever the hell you want.
That doesn't stop the law from prosecuting people from exercising their rights though.

 

Glad the truck got fixed and speaking with a little experience, now days the kids don’t really go to prom as a real date. At least not always, both of my kids are grown and I recall them going and they were more as friends, than as a date. It was more about going out than going with. When I was young man it was as a date. Both parties were interested in each other or already dating.

Truck comment: I read somewhere that if you start having more than one pull go south to change your tensioner out in that at higher rpm’s that it can start jump vibing and transfer the vibration to the stationeries.

Then back to the dating: Found this little post somewhat comical.

Rocky
Top Ten Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter- and Living.
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka — zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car — there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

 

that needs to be engraved in gold