(a two part post on a two-themed post? how adorable. -ed It’s a literary device!)
Friends,
I’m headed to the desert this weekend to help Dad install new vinyl windows. Sure, I hold the idea in high disdain, in theory, but the folks can use the insulation from the oppressive summer heat. I would have loved to see some sort of solution to keep the creaky aluminum crank windows on their mid-century vernacular ranch home, but what can you do? They were tired of the problems, and the air conditioner doesn’t have to work as hard. Dad said that he could take care of the installation, but changed his mind. Besides, I offered (imposed) my help.
Oh, here’s something you can help me with. Apparently, I’m too dim to figure out how to work a one-man brake bleeder. I bought two, one’s just a bottle with a check valve, the other has a vacuum pump. Neither can get the air out of the brakes on the Jeepster. Back in the old days, I’d have somebody in the driver’s seat pumping the brake pedal while I opened the bleeder screws under the car. There was a clear hose running into, invariably, a beer bottle. Push slowly, open the bleeder, watch for bubbles, close the bleeder. Repeat until the air bubbles were gone. That’s how we’ve always done it. Am I getting too uppity with the bleeder gizmos?
Your pal,
bob