powerbits, best site ever, had the best 2 years with them :P
Trust me, dude, you'll find another good site. I lost a good one a couple years ago to(they don't allow visitors from the US anymore) and nowe I can't even remember its name. Sites like Pirate's Bay and FullDLs just make up for it.
I'm hatin' my old truck. Well, it's a love-hate thing.
I got a new job in Frisco TX. My "new" truck got totalled by an a-hole in Chicago, the insurance company paid it off and took it away. Rather than jump into another payment, I've decided to drive my ancient '90 Isuzu Trooper. It's better suited to dragging deer carcasses from the woods, but it is capable of highway speeds. Well, sort of, if you're brave, don't care what lane you're in, and don't mind driving with both hands on the wheel 100% of the time.
So, I was driving the Meatwagon the 5 hours from the Secret _Jackson Family Lair And Erotic Massage Center down to Frisco....at 03:30 AM. It was raining like all hell and of course I had the wipers on. Up down, up down, like normal wipers. But since this is the Meatwagon and is old enough to vote, the wiper motor drive is shot, so the wipers go "WHACK!" on the bottom of edge of the windshield, and the driver's side wiper goes "ka-THUMP!" off the windshield, past the A-pillar and off into space on the driver's side. It would literally hit people in the face if they were walking by the truck. The faster I go, the more the wind pushes it off. But, there's nothing I could do -they were adjusted to the best balance between WHACK and ka-THUMP.
All is going just fine WHACK ka-THUMP down the road...until suddenly the passenger side wiper goes up, down, then waaay down, onto the hood, where it flaps around like a crow with a broken wing. F*cking God damn it what now? So I had to turn off the wipers, pull off the next exit and screw with it. I always carry a basic set of tools with the truck, since it pretty much requires constant life support.
I took the wiper off - I assumed that it wasn't tight on the post, or maybe the splines had stripped out and that was catching at the wrong position. But no, it was on there tight. So I finished the rest of the trip with one wiper. As a coping mechanism, I told people that the truck was Australian, and that they all have just one wiper down undah and g'day mate.
Upon my return to the S_JFLAEMC the following weekend for the youngest _Jackson's first communion, I had to get it fixed. I had ordered a replacement wiper motor in the meantime, and my minions had put it aside for me. I replaced it, and that seemed to fix the problem with the wipers sweeping too far up and down. But, the right side wiper was still broke. So, I had to pull the wiper linkage out...and of course that's under the cowl, and of course the cowl is an integral part of the Trooper...it doesn't come off. But the good Japanese folks at Isuzu saw fit to provide two Japanese-arm size access holes in the firewall that any malnourished American child could easily get their arm through. In fact, in order to save consumers money, they didn't bother to bevel the edges, preferring to leave them razor sharp.
After cramming my forearms in there as far as they'd go, resulting in injuries that looked a lot like that scene in Terminator 2 where Ahnold cuts away his forearm to show the scientist guy that he's really a robot, I managed to get the mother f*cking asshole bastard bitch thing out of there. The post that the wiper mounts to goes down through the cowl and into a fitting on the linkage that turns when the motor is on. The problem turned out to be that the post, rather than being cast as a single piece with the fitting, or welded to the fitting, instead is press-fit with teeeeny tiny little splines to prevent it from turning. Apparently 19 years of abuse became to much for those splines, and now the post spins freely in it's hole, much like an inadequately sized ***** currently used by any 80's era **** star, such as a Christy Canyon or a Nina Hartley. Hotdog in a hallway, so to speak.
My plans for this weekend; more lies about Australia, and a trip to the U-Pull-It to desecrate the remains of another long-dead Trooper. Oh yeah, and yesterday the right front shock started squeaking like a field mouse being raped...I figure it's time for new shocks. At this point, it's become a sacred quest to keep that truck on the road.