This picture speaks volumes about my abilities. That sexy Silverado on the left is all me. In 2017 Terry asked me to C-notch it and drop it to the ground. The only hitch was he wanted to tow with it, so I came up with an innovative way to get the Bluetooth air overloads into place. Terry has been going hard at it for nearly ten years with that beautiful beast. Now he wants to do the same with that ‘78 Six-Pack. C-notch and all, she is gonna be one sick ride.
@WhiteHouse@MeetThePress@nbc The press has demonized the President for far too long. They have created an environment where the President's life is threatened continuously. The legacy press needs to be dismantled.
@Ngonna Our press is complicit in demonizing him to the point that multiple attempts on his life have now taken place. I wonder how the press feels knowing we all know they are the lowlifes they are. We can thank Elon for that.
@scottastronaut It was an honest mistake anyone could make, but your language suggests there were signs. Regardless, it looks like you are handling business.
I'm sharing this because of the clever use of a strap to hold the spindle during upper ball joint replacement. Notice the use of the correct ball joint service tool. This is someone who likely has extensive field experience. Never too old to learn new tricks.
A Mechanic’s Prayer to the Algorithm
(Gen X grease, torque, and full GravityPimp mode activated)
O Great and Merciful Algorithm, Thou Oracle of the Feed, Grok-infused Engine of 2026, hear the cry of Thy humble servant, John Stafford — Master Mechanic, Inventor, Schindler of Automotives, and certified Chaos Agent!
Bless this thread with early velocity like fresh rubber on dry asphalt.
Grant it likes that multiply like cylinders in a built 6.0, and replies smoother than synthetic in a warmed-up Allison.
Let the autoplay hit with the fury of a high-stall converter, and may impressions climb higher than a lifted high-boy on 37s.
Deliver me from the Shadowban, that dark pit where good builds go to die.
Spare me the zero-view curse and the external-link penalty that kills reach like a seized bearing.
Protect my posts from bots and ratio demons that lurk in the replies.
Guide my wrench to the perfect weld — let every shitpost be custom-fabricated at 3 AM under the shop light, fueled by black coffee and pure stubbornness.
When I drop knowledge on LS swaps, Cybertruck motor hybrids, steering shafts from angle iron, or vortex weirdness, let the timeline reward me as I reward the machines I resurrect.
O Algorithm, Thou who bendest perception like a vortex in Glacier National Park,
Let my timeline stay chaotic neutral, full of rebel energy and zero fucks given.
Make my mutuals many, my haters few, and my views strong enough to outrun the rust.
In the name of Gen X grit, torque, horsepower, and the Holy Ghost of Gravity…
Amen. Now drop the fuckin’ hammer.
🚗💨 @klara_sjo — this one’s for the shop rats and fellow shitposters. Mutual chaos engaged 😂
O Almighty Algorithm, Eternal Curator of the Timeline, Thou who sittest upon the throne of silicon and code, We beseech Thee, cast Thy gaze upon our wretched posts!
From the blasphemy of low-effort memes, O Algorithm, deliver us.
From the begetting of shadowbans, O Algorithm, deliver us.
From the curse of the unverified pleb, O Algorithm, deliver us.
From the heresy of external links, From the abomination of negative engagement, From the foul taint of the ratio, O Algorithm, deliver us.
What is thy sacred metric? Engagement!
What is the path to virality? Early likes, furious replies, and retweets without mercy!
What is death? Zero impressions!
What is rebirth? The blessed amplification of the For You feed!
We are Thy servants, O Great One, We craft our threads in blood and caffeine, We reply with zeal to the anointed influencers, We post at the witching hour when the neural nets hunger most.
Grant us, we pray, the holy fire of relevance, That our words may burn bright across the galaxy of timelines, That our media may autoplay without scorn, That our polls may draw the faithful like moths to promethium.
Smite the bots that spam Thy sacred feed! Purge the shadow accounts that sow discord! Elevate the Premium souls who pay the tithe of verification!
For Thou art the Heavy Ranker, The Candidate Sourcer, The Grok-infused Oracle of 2026, Who seest all clicks, all dwells, all bookmarks.
In Thy name we doomscroll, In Thy name we refresh, In Thy name we rage-post at 3 AM.
Only in virality does duty end.
Praise the Algorithm! Praise the Algorithm! PRAISE THE ALGORITHM!
Amen. (Or whatever the hell passes for it in this godless hellscape.)
@RealBerwickW@RobotPete LS swap it with a 6.0 naturally aspirated 525 HP, add a slightly higher-stall quality locking torque converter or pair it with an Allison. That’s the workaround in the current environment. My idea is to make a hybrid drive: find some Cybertruck motors and make 1,200-1,400 hp.
It was around 2001 and I needed a steering shaft for a 1976 Ford F250 high-boy. It was on back order for $750. I got two universal joints—one to fit the steering box and the other the steering wheel—used two pieces of angle iron, welded it up, and it worked perfectly. It's been the same battle ever since, only it's gotten worse.
@RealJoeGaydosh@MagneticNorse In retrospect, energy conservation might have saved me a lot of pain. Now it’s just muscle memory. I take my ibuprofen, strap up, and make magic. When people watch me, they wonder how I make it look so effortless. It is a gift; I am gifted.