One Full Plate

Bungee!

As it turns out, they sell bulk bungee cord at places like REI.  You can buy it, cut it, and use it to hold together extension cords, power tool cords, umbilical cords (I think) and other stuff.  I used it on top of the Bronco's center console to hold my snack items, cell phone, weapons and other items that you would (and should) like to keep at the ready.  Do this.  It's cheap and clever, like me.

 

So Jerry Brown or his folks called Meg Whitman a Whooo-ore on tape. Nice. Makes the race more interesting.

Quick Fist!

Don't google that at work.  Or ever.  Seriously, you don't want that in your cache.

So it you're not a total degenerate, you know that Quick Fist clamps are awesome little devices that hold all sorts of things securely in your truck.  Go to www.expeditionexchange.com for a great description of uses.

But in my case, I wanted to hold a shovel onto the tire rack of the Bronco.  Problem is, if the shovel rotated even a little, it would contact the tailgate. 

 
The answer was two quick fists with an integral pin to keep the shovel from rotating.  A 1/4x20 stainless bolt, with the head cut off and rounded over, did the trick.  As a bonus, it's the same bolt used to hold the Quick Fist in place.

 
Then drill a hole in the shovel handle and it won't rotate or slide side-to-side.  Boom, done, bring on the next project.

 

 

 

Back Again

And ready for another go.  Inspired by my good buddy Jim, I've decided to revive a bit.  I've discovered that I'm a bit of an expert in being a cheapskate, and have decided to share some of my knowledge with the world.  That, and a dose of my own sense of superiority.  Enjoy.

So, Cheapskatedness, you ask?  Here's the back story, I'm a Scot.  The Scots are renowned cheapskates.  Have some Scotch tape lying around?  That's because we're too cheap to buy new- just mend the old.  Here, let me illustrate:

An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman walk into a bar.  They each order a beer.  Through some confluence of aerodynamics and entomology, at the moment their beers are delivered, three flies collide in mid-air, and each falls into one of the three pint glasses.

The Englishman (of course) turns up his nose, pushes aside his glass, and orders another beer.

The Irishman fishes the poor fly out of the suds, and lays him gently on a coaster, and says "There, there ya wee thing."

The Scot picks out the fly, holds him over his glass, and screams "spit it out, ya litt'l bugger!"