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As a resident of California (read that earthquakes) you need something on the outside to keep it from falling over. Like we do our water heaters.

I don't get it. The cam lobes flow freely. They all hang down into the connecting rods. Every engine I ever rebuilt the cam lobes didn't move:) I used some CA glue to immobilize them. The valves wont move, but they won't bind up the whole works. Thanks for looking in. Stay safe and stay at home, everyone! Here in tiny little Oakdale, California we have 4 confirmed Covid cases. We are 90 minutes from San Fransisco and a lot of bay area people live in Oakdale and commute to the bay area for work. I think it's those that brought it here. It amazes me how many kids are gathering at the park scross the street. I think the parents are probably the ones with all the buttocks wipe.

Works great. Upside down. Upright, the cam shaft lobes interfere with the crank.

Ran out of buttocks wipe. Using lettuce leaves. Today was just the tip of the iceburg. Tomorrow romains to be seen.

At least I can figure out what this is. I bet the "LF" stands for lead foot.

No idea what it is, but it's done. That shaft was actually 4 parts.

We live in the central valley of Ca. Millions of almond trees and cattle ranches. In fact, on a clear night we can smell the cattle. We say, "The cattle are in fine form tonight".

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Was making great progress on the engine. I was testing how well the crank moved when a connecting rod broke. Ugears has a facebook site and they are sending me new parts. I get to take half the engine apart to put the rod and piston back in. The reason the pistons are sticking up too far is because the crank is sitting on the table pushing the rods up. But on a good note, the crank moves freely. I put candle was around the pistons and crank.

My 93-year-old World War II vet and I were sitting on his porch smoking cigars, as we are wont to do. We lived across from a park on a street called Parkside way. People walk their dogs, jog, walk, and children play. We always say hello and often times get into a short chat. This afternoon, a woman walked by with her dog and I said hello. She moved on without saying anything so I assume she did not hear me. She came around the block again, and again I said hello. She turned around and yelled at me, "stop harassing me or I will call the police". Interesting people in central California. Most people are wonderful, but sometimes you get a real character.

My next attempt. Ugears U-9 Grand Prix Cars, 1:12 scale

I never understood why people say they "don't give a crap". I flush mine.

The engineer is making off with our butt wipe.

My 94 year old WWII friend calls it writing a letter to the president.

Ode to a roll of toilet paper. I took for granted, your strength of character, your fortitude, yet soft gentle touch. I once thought you expensive, but I realize now that you cost not that much. I once flushed you without a second thought. Now I realize how much I should have bought. You don’t complain yet you clean the worst man has to offer. Over the years you have become even softer. More pliant if you will. I used to scoff at your single plies, then I laughed about your double plies. Now, for just a single ply I would gladly make a kill. Now before I wipe my butt, I wish your quick return. Nothing else within my house would ever make the cut.