I found all my leaks except 1 (one) and decided to go to Walmart to buy some incense. To make smoke, not hide some nefarious activity (man, like...you know) because I thought it would make smoke (correct) that might not be as nasty smelling as a cigar or cigarette (INcorrect).
One should NOT go to Walmart late at night in any part of town that would keep incense in stock. But I digress....
Wow did that work slick! Thanks Kevin! The little whisp of smoke disappeared down into the frame where a pinhole in my sucky brazing job hadn't penetrated enough to survive grinding smooth. What a girly man!! Can't make fire, can't make spear! I hope they won't paint my toe nails at the Senior Center.
Too much trouble to fire that humugous pencil flame back up to fix it right...what with all the giggling and hair curlers... so off to the store for some black RTV. Ima puckey that thing til it won't leak no mo.
I once welded a cast iron plow wheel hub that had cracked and broke in half. CAST IRON. I just did it because the man at the Case parts counter said it was impossible. It never broke again either, and the bearings held.
But now, alas, I now take my rightful place in the universe as an official Panty Waste, my Grandad's most insulting title. Similar to a modern day Mouth Breather or a Useless Eater....only worse.
