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/—-/ It’s a tough call. I have the adult daughters. I know how you feel.No idea. She might just be telling me that to make it more palatable for me.
I'm already her personal moving company,
I say: stop being so greedy. There are broke illegals aliens who need your money way more than you do. I mean, you are a lefty ... aren't you?My 20-year-old Dodge diesel with almost half million miles on it has a sound. Too heavy to be a valve, but not hard enough to be a rod knocking. Either way, it's time for a new one. No big deal. It's money I didn't expect to spend, and I'll miss the old grey goose, but I knew it would happen eventually. Dr, daughter wants to buy me a new one for Christmas. That might not be a problem for some, but for me it's a bit of a ding to my ego. That's my little girl. I'm supposed to look out and care for her. She' not supposed to be buying me a truck. She says her accountant told her to either spend the money before the first of the year or pay it in taxes. Logic says take the truck, and I probably will, but my ego isn't so sure. When she was in med school, I used to tease her and say she was my retirement program, but I didn't mean it. Oh well, I guess there are worse things to worry about.
Your daughter found out you were a closet liberal? She should give you two middle fingers.My daughter gives me the middle finger, enjoy the damn truck and pay her back later as a gift.
She gives you three.Your daughter found out you were a closet liberal? She should give you two middle fingers.
Daughters are the best. When mine was in the first grade, and they were making Mother's Day cards. Hers wasn't around, so she made one for me. She still gives me a Mothers Day card. Nothing compares to that.Daughters are the best. My daughter sent me this yesterday. Best compliment I ever got.
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My 20-year-old Dodge diesel with almost half million miles on it has a sound. Too heavy to be a valve, but not hard enough to be a rod knocking. Either way, it's time for a new one. No big deal. It's money I didn't expect to spend, and I'll miss the old grey goose, but I knew it would happen eventually. Dr, daughter wants to buy me a new one for Christmas. That might not be a problem for some, but for me it's a bit of a ding to my ego. That's my little girl. I'm supposed to look out and care for her. She' not supposed to be buying me a truck. She says her accountant told her to either spend the money before the first of the year or pay it in taxes. Logic says take the truck, and I probably will, but my ego isn't so sure. When she was in med school, I used to tease her and say she was my retirement program, but I didn't mean it. Oh well, I guess there are worse things to worry about.
Nope. It's a rod. Another engine 3,800. Swopping it out, another 2,500. All told it will be pushing 7000 for a 20-year-old truck. Her accountant told her to either spend a ton of money before the first of the year or pay it in taxes. I'll get another one and then have one rod bearing changed in the old one. I'll sell it cheap and tell the buyer about it, so my conscience doesn't hurt too bad.Sounds more like a collapsing or sticking hydraulic lifter.
Have the sound checked out and repaired.
At worst, buy a salvage low miles engine from a wreck.
Don't buy a new truck.
They are awful, with immobilizers, DEF injection, particulate filters, EGR, etc.