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gallagher Inner circle 1168 Posts |
Being over 60 ,
with my 'old lady' looking over my shoulder.. I'll have to let others tell, the stories of the 'long legs', the 'short nights',... ...the 'Drops-that-wouldn't-Stop Shows'. Audiences, thicker then flies on a fresh manure heap. Being over 60, with calouses from climbing up the curbs (our Stage); I can't share the wonders or ponders, of 'the First time'. But, I have a good 'Alternator Story'! Driving a truck, as old as myself, (i have a different relationship to the word "oldtimer", then most. 🙃), ...finding 'the energy', gets trickier, as the miles pass. The Alternator, in our case, a Generator; after 60+ years, doesn't quite light up the sky, as it once did! And, like myself; a little 'care and maintainence' is required,.. a bit more often. The Brushes and copper Appeture need cleaning and filing and polishing and,.. and ALWAYS when it's raining, wet, or cold(!). Enough is enough. Talking with a farmer, working his field, as 'the red light of disaster' blinked(!). "Caution! Generator!",.. he advised me: "Build a modern Alternator on! Maintence free. Twice the power." We molassed into the next towne. driving only with the daylight,... pouring rain(!), we only switched the wipers on, occasionally. ,...adventure,.. in order to save the batterys. We pulled into a large circus field,.. Polizei Station, across the street(!). Safe. At a petrol station, we inquired about a junk yard. "Across the river. Next to the train tracks,...leaving towne." We pulled the bicycles downs. Accepted the rain,...and headed out, in search of the Holy Grail. (In our case: an Alternator. And a piece of scrap steel,..to make a new mount.) Dispite the rain,..we were in luck! The junk yard proved to be wonderland,... an Alternator and piece of iron were scalvaged. 12 Euros! ,.."our lucky day!", ..i proclaimed to the gods, ..TOO early. The rain picked up. Peddling home, I crossed a red light, on my bike,.. Waiting, around the corner, driving to work,. was a Police Officer,.. with 4 stars on his shoulder. The Haupt Kommisar Simon. ohhhh. He pulled me over,.. it seemed as though he's forgotten his smile at home, this day. ,..he wasn't fond of rain, either. ,..or my story of pitence. "93,€.,.. with a receipt,..naturally." I had 53, in coins... he checked my pockets,.. we agreed. "Auf wieder sehen." ("See you again."), he quipped. "Hopefully not.", I muttered. Peddling home, the rain stopped(!). ",..ahh, a good day, after all..", I whispered to the gods, with a smile,.. ..TOO early. Under the beast, it was obvious I would have to make a new mount; ....but THIS was a tricky one(!). Not a lot of room to be messy,.. 'German percission' required here,.. in an empty circus lot,.. with the rain un-decided about stopping. We called it a day. "A 'hard night': trying to sleep, ..and your horse has a tummy-ache." .. .. .. . .. ö. . .. . .. . . . ß. . . . . . . . . . . We were awoken early, by the thunder. ..it was louder then the pounding rain. But,..thunder storms calm. Clearing came. Traveling, with a small Honda generator, we can drill and cut and sand, just about anything, to size. Welding however,..?, we have a welder with,.. but not the power to push it,... First, the preparations. I cut the steel, to the rough shapes. Monika sanded the roughness,..off. Things were looking good. "...it's good day Monika." "Yeah, but how are we going to weld? We need the power." "I'm feeling good baby,.. Let's ask the Police, ...if they would throw an extension cord out the window(!),.." We walked proudly into the station, ..with dirt and grease in the hair, behind the ears,.. smelling like we'd drank a half of liter of diesel, for breakfast.,.. before rolling in a mud puddle, for fun. Who do we meet comforatably behind his desk? ,..dry. warm. cup of tea in hand,.? Haupt Kommisar Simon. "We need power." Monika blurbs. He said, "ÖK." (,...."it's a fine day", I think.) Cable out the window,.. "We're not going to tell anyone about this,..", H.K. Simon. "nöööööö." ,..Monika and I sounded like syncronized-swimmers,.. Power on. Pieces clamped. The rain stopped. In the middle of the sidewalk,.. "..fine day." "buzzz,...bzzzzzzz,..zzz,..pop." Nix. A head pops out the window. "Power's out! You blew a fuse!,..!" ,..smiled too early. He threw our extension cord out the window,. remembered suddenly, he wasn't suppose to smile today,.. and swore he never wanted to see us again(!). "Auf wieder sehen.", churped Monika. . . . ö. . . . ß. . . . . . . . . *. . . . . . . ü Solution. We found a beer garden, Open, on a rainy day(!). Optimists. We asked. They said, "Yes". We welded. Monika drank four beers, ..one for each of our children. (i drank ONE,...silently,.. in memory of H. K. Simon.) We peddled home.,.. cautious of red lights. Everything fit. Everything fit. A fine day. A fine day ,..i wish you, as well. gallagher p.s.: Flickr ain't 'flickin'(!). I'll get the fotos up shortly. |
Nala Nosmoht Special user Surrey,B.C. Canada, 641 Posts |
Every day a new adventure! not all good, but not all bad! like the weather
Thanks for sharing ol' timer, ...... oops! I'm the ol' timer, your just a kid. |
gallagher Inner circle 1168 Posts |
Con't.
The 'receipt'. https://flic.kr/p/Wt9rvd The 'problem'. https://flic.kr/p/Wt9rwA The 'stage'. https://flic.kr/p/WtaGEE https://flic.kr/p/Wt9rBf The 'power Station'. https://flic.kr/p/Wt9rA3 The 'Beer Garden Engineer'. https://flic.kr/p/Wt9rzm The 'Moment of Truth'. https://flic.kr/p/X94Df7 Smiles! https://flic.kr/p/WtaGFm tomorrow, clean fingers,.. sunny skies,.. and the Streets. gallagher |
D. Yoder Veteran user 376 Posts |
I very much enjoy the stories and the humor.
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