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Cake day: July 9th, 2023

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  • You’re right, in that my truck is not everything. It’s a significant point of failure to my ability to maintain my house and life. You can doubt all you want. Do the math: I’m burning 40-80 of wood pellets every day. That’s an 800 lbs load every 10 to 20 days.

    Your answer is to replace my Baja & Tacoma with an Outback and trailer. With the cost of everything rising, you want me to sell off my existing vehicles (with their value dropping, as nobody without a work permit can operate them), and replace them… Or hire out a general contractor for all the work I’ve been doing myself.

    FYI: That Baja of mine is tow rated for 2,400 lbs.

    Man, I’d love to live in whatever world you’re dreaming up. It ain’t the real one, that’s for sure.


  • Brakes. You left out the important bit. My Baja will tow a lot more than it’ll stop.

    Your plan would have me up the creek without a truck, especially if the Baja gets lumped into the truck category on account of it having a bed. Judging from the blank “apply for a permit” plan, it probably would.

    I’ve gone down that “Just rent a truck from UHaul.” It stops being realistic when the local UHaul lot can’t handle current demand, much less whatever happens after y’all have taken trucks out of everyone else’s hands.

    Take away my ability to keep my house heated, much less in good repair, and you’ll take away my ability to house myself, my family, my pets. They’re everything to me. Take everything away from a man, and see what happens. Then multiply that by every upstate, rural, blue collar man trying to get by… And see what happens to society. It ain’t gonna be pretty.



  • Neither. Not flexing, either. Hell, if I was, I wouldn’t be driving around a Baja. That model is the red-headed bastard child of the automotive world, catching grief from everyone.

    Nah… just simple statements: I need to be able to get shit done outside of work, as reliably and inexpensively as I can. Find a way to sort out those folk who glam up their mall crawlers for whatever prestige is running through their empty heads and inflated egos, without hindering my ability to do what I need to do, and you’ll have the support of me and folk like me.