David_Jennings
02-14-2009, 08:33
Thanks for all the help from contributers the past two weeks. I was very happy, almost smug, about fixing the stalling on my 6.5 by using a remote pmd cooler and new pmd, but karma straightened me out. First, I thought I should clean up my truck, so I went to an AutoZone for wheel cleaner for my polished aluminum wheels. The helpful clerks kept bothering me while I tried to read the labels on the many available products. I finally conceded to let one of them help, and she recommended a "very poplular" product. I read the applications, and it said "safe for ABS and clear-coated wheels." You probably know the rest of the story. When I sprayed it on my wheels, they started smoking and emitted and acrid smell. At the bottom of the label I discovered a warning,” Do not use on Polished Aluminum Wheels, Idiot!" It didn't really say idiot, but it should have. The wheels now look like hell. I'm trying to forgive myself and the clerk who recommended the product. Paint Scratch remover seems to help. With effort, I can restore the wheels. Knowing this, I felt I was back on top with my truck.
With a list of small jobs in mind for the weekend, I drove off the ferry last night to head home. At 45 mph, a deer shot out from the side of the road, and rammed its head into the side of my truck about midway (at the extra-cab). The deer's feet swung around and took out my power mirror. I could see the deer flipping end-over-end in my rear-view mirror, and it disappeared under an Escalade following me. The convoy of other cars charging off the ferry continued to pound the animal. The Escalade and I pulled over to assess our damage. A concerned woman in a Subaru stopped to chew us both out for hitting the deer. While the Subaru driver held up traffic to scold us, I tried to show her the large dent and scratches on the side of my truck. She backed off a bit, but nonetheless insisted that I go back, pick up the deer, and take it to the vet--to make sure it was dead. Like that old joke, the Escalade driver and I would have very much enjoyed making sure the deer was dead, but there were still a lot of people around.
With a list of small jobs in mind for the weekend, I drove off the ferry last night to head home. At 45 mph, a deer shot out from the side of the road, and rammed its head into the side of my truck about midway (at the extra-cab). The deer's feet swung around and took out my power mirror. I could see the deer flipping end-over-end in my rear-view mirror, and it disappeared under an Escalade following me. The convoy of other cars charging off the ferry continued to pound the animal. The Escalade and I pulled over to assess our damage. A concerned woman in a Subaru stopped to chew us both out for hitting the deer. While the Subaru driver held up traffic to scold us, I tried to show her the large dent and scratches on the side of my truck. She backed off a bit, but nonetheless insisted that I go back, pick up the deer, and take it to the vet--to make sure it was dead. Like that old joke, the Escalade driver and I would have very much enjoyed making sure the deer was dead, but there were still a lot of people around.