Yeh, man, like ditto to what Tarzan said.
Enough whining from the sissies. I bought this truck to "drive it like I stole it". Flex, pose, I'm a REAL man.
Gauges- pshaw! If I needed them they would have come with the truck. This diesel baby runs on heat - the hotter the better. Cooling down is like time-outs for children. If the turbo cooks I either didn't need it or I'll buy a bigger one.
Flats - change them? Snort! Just drive that sucker. What in tarnation do you think wheels are round for any how? - yeesh.
Death Wobblies - Oh man, get a gripe. You better head for the gym if you can't even hang on. When I was a pup they didn't even have POWER steering, for the love of Pete!
Steering Wander - What are you scared of. Go through it not around it. What are you driving a truck or a Yugo? Trees, curbs, powerstokes, wheelchairs - BAM - if it can't handle it, it must not be a real truck anyway.
Lift pump problems? Get real. Pumps and Lifts are for the "light in the loafers" bunch. I duct tape a jug on the top of the truck and gravity feed that sucker. And if I need more boost I'll hook up the shop vac!
T-Rex is for dinosaurs - extinct, track bars are the saloons down by the depot, and Ranchos are mexican farmers. Fancy Schmancy Bling bling boyz.
Exhaust brakes - Yo, momma's boy. Whatsa matter can't you even push down on the peddle hard enough to make it stop! Bad enough that they had to put in disc brakes and power assist for the girlie men. Snort, scratch , sniff.
Change oil? Come on, this is a million mile motor. If it can't handle a couple 100ks straight through what a POS. Then theres the doily crowd filtering this, filtering that, and REAL oil aint even good enough for them. They gotta have SINthetic - probably use hair spray too.
Come on, buck up, get a hold of your bootstraps or get a Chevy - yeesh, grumble, flex, pose.
