blacksmokewilly

I love the smell of diesel in the morning. Smells like.....well, diesel. No matter how many years I turn wrenches, there's always something about the smell of diesel that puts a little song in my heart and some pimp in my walk. I don't know what it is, but fuck is that stuff great. Not much news here today, but as you've probably guessed, I spent it in the shop working. Doing some upgrades to our new M-ATV's. I hate CATs with a passion, not the feline type, but the Caterpiller kind. Never really been a fan of the fuel system on them. But.....the C7 they have in our M-ATVs produces a wonderful symphony of badassery. The combination of that straight piped exhaust note and the ball bearing Garrett is music to my ears. It even puts a little thump in your chest if you catch one driving by you. It makes me miss home. My truck. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh......what I'd give to be able to drive it everyday again. My best buddy Dozer with the backseat all to himself, hanging his head out in the breeze....slobbering all over the side. It's the best. Anyways, enough of walking down memory lane. I'm off to look at some of the ladies on here. They do a pretty good job of distracting me away from memories of home. Later.