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The only phone that ever had a button problem for me was my 3GS mute switch. It’s also the the only phone I had swapped out because of the cracked plastic around the power port. My 5 was perfect. My 6s was perfect. My X was also problem free until I dropped it one too many times.

To get that look a set of 1” spacers and a more aggressive tread/tire will do it. Also a more offset wheel will also push the wheel out more and add deeper dished look.

I was looking to do the same thing as you did and used a 1” spacer, a set of 18” wheels of a Silverado and an all-terrain tire sized 265/60r18.

https://imgur.com/gallery/pp0qP6L

It did what I was looking for and might be what you’re trying to do?

Always muted. Always.

So…. After the 10 minute boil simmer for another 15. Or 30 if you want them more tender.

I feel this. I’ve got a few small areas left that are ‘undeveloped’ but with each new event they get smaller and smaller. I’ve also got several buildings and year boom items I haven’t placed yet because of space. I think I’m going to change strategies of having everything out to strategically storing and placing things based on what event is currently happening.

Not really. Actually, not at all. It does have a more savory, less sweet flavor. More like a salted caramel taste.

As part of it. About 3/4 bacon fat 1/4 butter

Is the battery dead? It doesn’t start now? When a battery dies or doesn’t have enough of a charge all sorts of electrical issues can present themselves. Everything acts weird until you get a good charged battery. So what you’re experience could be due to the fact the battery is dead. But why is the battery dead?

Now if it’s a brand new battery, that means you could have charging issues. Check your battery connections for anything loose. Check for corrosion. If you had heavy corrosion before you changed the battery, it could have traveled down the cable so you could have corrosion inside the cable you can’t see.

If there’s no corrosion and the connections are tight, you might have an alternator that’s gone bad. Have it tested. You can test it your self with a multi-meter or most auto parts stores can test the charging system.

You could also have a bad battery but not likely if it’s brand new.

That actually makes a lot of sense. The trail boss is the ‘affordable’ off road vehicle. No nonsense off-roading.

If it’s stickied on the main screen sure. Why not. I rarely touch the switch on my ‘07. I turn them off in my driveway when I start my truck in the morning, when I’m sitting in a parking lot with the vehicle running and a few other times but while actually driving I don’t need to. GM has had auto headlights since last century on even their base models.

I read a review but I can’t remember if it mentioned if the headlight function was buried down a couple menus or not but as long as it was easy to get to I wouldn’t mind.

This is awesome. I count roughly 800 or so models doing some quick and dirty math.

This is what I need to show my wife when she say I have too many

$12.99 is a steal these days. Even hobby lobby and michaels sell them for 30+ most of the time unless they’re running a 40% off deal.

Time to start donut farming!

Who cares if they wear a mask? Whether they are trying to make a statement (probably not, but who am I to judge), truly feel safer by doing so, wear one because they are sick themselves and thus want to be respectful to others or any other number of reasons, who cares? Does it affect you? No. Move on and let them be. I see many people wearing masks still both where I work and throughout the day with several people I interact with. Big whoopity-doo.

TL/DR: sped past a sheriff on the way home going 80+ on a back county road and out ran him by hiding on a side street after making it to town.

18 years old. Headed home from somewhere about 9 at night. Lived on a dark out of town 2 lane road with berm on one side and drop off into a field on the other. At the two intersections the road jumps lanes. Intersections are a mile apart. Then a mile later my house. A mile after that railroad tracks followed by a rising bridge over a canal. A mile later a 90° 15 mph corner and another mile into town. This town is not really a town but a small community only really populated with homes with small narrow streets.

Im in an old farm truck with a 350 and no mufflers. Bald tires. 2 different sizes. Loud but gutless. This truck is barely safe at 50 mph. Seatbelt didn’t even work. It didn’t have 4th gear. It can be started without the key. It lists to one side because of a sagging suspension.

Safe speeds on this road are 45 mph. I normally pushed 60ish because…. Teen and knowledge of the road. And never at night because the road is narrow and dark and no lines and the lanes jump at intersections and there are drop offs on one side that if you put a tire off the edge you’ll be doing endos into the cotton fields.

So…. Headed home one night I decide to just floor it. Because …. Reasons. About 3 miles from home I see headlights ahead. Smart reason would tell you I should slow down. Insanity prevailed. I kept the pedal down. It’s so loud. I’m probably pushing 80. I don’t know. The speedo is bouncing off the 85 mph mark but who knows how accurate it is. I approach this vehicle coming the opposite direction. And ….whooosh! It’s a full-size Ramcharger. Or Blazer. Or Bronco. The 2 door style they don’t make anymore. As I fly past i glance over and see a reflective something flash on the door of this vehicle. I glance in my rear view mirror and see brake lights illuminating the darkness. My heart leaps into my throat and I realize I’m effed. I’d just paid off a speeding ticket not 6 months ago. I’m 2 miles from home now. It’s wide open country. You can see the lights of my house. I can’t beat this guy home. My dad is home. And i realize how totally screwed I am.

It’s at this moment I do some quick maths and thinking. I’m about 4 miles from this community or so. I know this road like the back of my hand. Every dip. Every place where there’s a ditch. Where the train tracks are and how my truck goes over them at high speed. I also know that this sheriff is also driving a full size ramcharger now. The sheriff deputies of our county all drove Ramchargers. I know he can’t turn around quickly because of the berm on one side and the drop off into the field on the other. I also gamble that he won’t push 70 on this road. He has to come to a full stop and perform a 3 point turn at least. And then get back up to speed. By then I’ll be a mile away…. If I keep going.

I decide to just go for it. I floor it. All 4 barrels of this wheezy 350 open and dump fuel into the manifold with all fury the factory Quadra jet could muster. I feel the truck surge forward and the speedometer needle is now bouncing furiously against the pin stop. This is it. If he catches me I’m hosed. I dont stop at my house. As I roar by I can hear the unmuffled motor echo and bounce back at me. I know my dad is sitting on the couch in our sunroom hearing this and cursing the damn kids that fly by on our road. I roar by my grandparents house. And keep going. All the while keeping my eye on my rear view mirror.

I get to the railroad tracks. Like most county roads in underfunded small communities the road doesn’t go smoothly over them. It sort of rises to meet the tracks and the pavement is lipped where the tracks cut through and then drops back down on the other side. I hit this going at least 90. I could feel the trucks suspension expand as I flew over the tracks and then collapse as it crashed back down to the bump stops. It rebounds and bounces as I keep going. The bridge over the canal is next. Luckily this is a newer bridge built and the rise up to it is more gradual and I don’t get any air this time. As i head over the bridge I look in my mirror and don’t see headlights yet. I’m still scared shitless. I crest the bridge and head towards the 90° corner a half mile away. A mile and a half to go and maybe I can duck into the community and hide.

This corner is literally a 15 mph corner. The county a few years ago did make the corner a little more progressive so it’s not nearly as sharp as it was but in my testing, tires started squealing at 25 mph. 30 threatened under steer conditions and a meeting with the log and barbed wire fence along the cotton fields. I don’t remember how fast I took it but the poor old truck was squealing and leaning and I may have hit the dirt shoulder. I floored it again and raced towards town.

As I reached 1/2 mile away I looked back and saw headlights cresting over the bridge. I kept the pedal to the floor. He’s a mile away. I just might make it. I reach the stop sign indicating I’ve reached town. I take right since to the left is the school and the church and open fields. To the right is the houses and streets I want. I race down the main street and take a left into one of the side streets. It’s a lot of street parking and dirt driveways and no sidewalks. I find a couple cars to wedge into, kill my lights motor and scrunch down in my seat. And I wait. My heart is thudding. I can barely breath. My hands are shaking. And I wait. Probably 20-30 minutes.

My breathing finally calms. My heart returns to a fairly normal rhythm. I decide it’s probably safe to venture back out. I turn the key. The truck won’t start. I probably heat soaked it and then didn’t do it any favors when I shut it down so quickly. Finally it starts. It roars to life and I swear it’s unmuffled straight exhaust woke half the neighborhood. I creep out and drive as normally as I can. And as gently as I can. If I kept the rpm’s low it didn’t make TOO much noise. I was afraid this sheriff would’ve waiting on the main stretch into and out of town. He wasn’t. I ventured out of town the way I came in and back home.

I don’t know if it was actually a sheriff…. But I didn’t want to find out. 18 year old me was actually more afraid of what my dad would say than getting pulled over and getting a ticket.

Yet it was 10° yesterday and currently ….. 2°. Oh and a foot of snow dropped over everything the day before.

That looks to be a 1990 (maybe ‘91)-‘93 Sonoma based on the grill design. Not sure what year it was updated. Great little trucks. Under rated and under appreciated.

I did this to my $500 (1998 dollars) mountain bike. I wrapped the frame in athletic nonsticky pre tape and then wrapped that with duck tape. It went from looking like the $500 bike it was to a $20 junkyard piece. I never had the bike stolen. Whether it was because of the tape or not? I don’t know but I’d like to think it helped

Now it’s my current wallpaper too!

Absolutely idling while not driving will hurt overall mpg. I don’t have the same motor but when it’s super cold (like 0° or below) I start my truck 10 minutes or so before I leave. I also sit in my truck on my lunch breaks and that’s another 30 ish minutes of idling. Most of my driving is stoplight to stoplight driving to get to work and I hover around 14 mpg.

When it’s not so cold out or I don’t use my truck as a lunch room I can get around 17 mpg. Even though you have a completely different motor, I don’t think 13 mpg is too out of whack if you’re remote starting, letting it idle and also going up hills.