Toddlers of Industry category archive
Inquiring minds want to know.
(I also want to know the name of the restaurant, so I can avoid it.)
The evul fedrul guvmint shut him down.
The limo company’s owner claims he is a victim of harassment by the proverbial “disgruntled employee.”
Public safety had nothing to do with it. Nope, not at all.
The company was cited in early November for allowing a driver to operate a bus with a suspended or revoked commercial driver’s license, according to federal safety records.
Between February and October, inspectors discovered drivers operating beyond acceptable hours of service and who failed to maintain logs. Drivers can’t be on the road more than 10 hours straight. Drivers also had been cited by police for traffic violations at least three times, including once for failing to obey a traffic control device, the records say.
Bus inspections found tires with little tread left, inoperable lights and turn signals and one with a damaged windshield.
This was under a cover behind the engine against the firewall. I had to pry the cover loose with a screwdriver.
My friend’s battery would not have gotten like this if Toyota did not like to hide components from view, like some kind of mechanic’s Rubik’s cube. (I had a friend who told me of having to remove the battery from a Toyota so he could replace a headlamp. I’ve heard even worse about changing spark plugs.)
If she could have seen the battery, she would have kept it clean.
Yesterday, I cleaned it up and jumped the car, but the battery is over five years old and didn’t hold a charge through the night, so I trotted out to get a new one this morning. At the store, the clerk dragged out the battery and started to ring it up, along with something else.
“What’s that?” asked I.
“That’s your replacement kit.” (What means this “replacement kit”? The battery is the replacement.)
“What’s in it?”
Turned out that it was two flat rubber washers to fit on the terminals between the leads and the battery case and a packet of brake grease for coating the terminals against corrosion.
Now Vaseline works as well as brake grease and is a damned sight cheaper and the two rubber washers–well, given that the terminals are slightly flared at the base, the leads won’t touch the battery case in any event.
She was trying to sell me about a two bit’s worth of useless stuff, over-priced to 18 bits, as if it were a goes-without-saying necessity.
And I bet they get away with it more often than not.
I waved her off. “I don’t need that.”
Going from running into the dock to being in the dock:
Fish and wildlife agents said the three had been out fishing in an 18-foot boat near Roosevelt Inlet on Wednesday and decided to move closer to the Coast Guard station, where they collided with the Lewes fire boat docked there.
Charges have been filed.
And justly so. It’s dangerous enough out there without adding stupid to the mix.
Bill Shein reviews the timeline of BP’s wild well. A nugget:
May 19 – With options dwindling, the world turns once again to the one man who can save the day. He is contacted by a talking holographic image of Interior Secretary Ken Salazar, beamed from a small, beeping robot: “Help us, Kevin Costner. You’re our only hope!” Costner responds by (a) providing technology that filters oil from seawater, and (b) apologizing, yet again, for “Message in a Bottle.”