A Little About Us

Here's Rod. Rod pretty much just does whatever needs ta be done, wherever it needs ta be done around the shop. He's always lookin for things that need ta be done, and sometimes even invents things that need ta be done. Very handy ta have around, though. One thing about Rod is he loves his forklift. If he can do it on his Cat lift he's ready in a heartbeat. If he has to get down and walk around he's complainin about his legs is shakey, and he has a bad leg and all. He's got all kinds of special attachments for the lift, so he can pick up trash barrels and move em, and even sweep the floor with the lift--that's pretty lazy if ya ask me. He ordered this special padded seat for the lift, they make em just for skinny assed fork lift drivers so your butt don't ache from sittin on the seat. He's got that now and I guess it works out great. Notice here he's sittin on a piece of foam to protect his skinny ass. He did this for months, but now he has a nice soft seat. I tried it out and it really is a lot better than the hard seat most lifts come with.

OK, we got a lotta pics of Daryl floatin around. This one's probly one a best. Hands down he is the skinniest mechanic in the shop. Hell, he might be the skinniest mechanic in the county. One day Rod noticed that he could see Daryl's arm sockets, and we all went WOW, we never knew you could see those. Hell, it's one thing ta see ribs, even up in your chest, but ya aint supposed ta be able ta see arm sockets, where your arms hooks in to the body. That's when we all decided Daryl was really a skeleton. From October to June the guy wears layers of insulateds and clothes to keep from freezin. I will say this, though, he probably knows more about valve and tranny work than anybody in the shop, and it's like we're all runnin to Daryl when we can't figure something out. He's got a pretty beafy old lady, too. She's cute, but boy if she ever sat on him he wouldn't have a prayer.

Here's a great place to go for tips on getting the grease out of them jeans that stand up on their own (most of us, though, like wearin that grease around)