Made a little progress today

 

Oh §hit man looks good. Damn good job for your first one

 

leaving for my89xj's in 45 minutes...im flippin excited to lift my jeep! ive starred at these parts for too long!

 

Looks awesome .

 

no worries...get it wired up yet?

actually have another w/ a wacky display if anyone is riding around listening to nothing but road noise...it'd be better than nothing. i don't want anything for it...unless you have a functioning toaster laying around...i could use one of those.

if any thrill seekers want to abuse my stock spare tire (the donut), or have an actual use for it...i want that out of my life too.

 

Thanks! I'm really happy with how it's turning out

 

No...i did pull the dash apart on my way home stuck in traffic lol. Ahh just missed it....i was collecting donuts but I already have 4

I want one

 

Jake, what kind of mileage did you get?

 

This tank, 16.9.

 

When I said I was getting 8mpg in the Jeep, consider I had three exhaust leaks, a fuel leak, and who knows what else wrong with it. One of the bright sides to having it totaled was that I didn't have to spend time and money fixing all that ****.

 

i got 18 the last few times i road some highways.

just got to my 89xj's. on the way here i smelled manure add then saw a sign that said 'welcome to hicktown". and then i saw his big azz house!

 

Right....you just had to start fixing everything on the MJ...lol

 

Think I am going to go buy some beer....

 

On an unrelated note, do you guys think i over reacted?

At work, the service writer likes to take a ball peen hammer and slam it against the lift to scare you. Make you think the vehicle is coming down. Well as soon as i heard about that, i let him and the manager know that doing that would be very bad for my PTSD. My manager said it wouldnt happen and that was the end of it. Until today.

I was pulling the left front inner fenderwell off of a cobalt, and bam, i heard a gunshot. So i freak out and drop to a crouch, my heart rate went up to like 190 bpm and my adrenaline was pumping. I realized it was the service writer with the ****ing hammer.

I did some breathing exercises, calmed down, but was still flipping out inside, so i went to get another tool.

I come back, and he is making fun of my disorder, even jumbling up the letters on purpose, with a big grin on his face. I snapped.

"Its ****ing called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder mother ****er, next time you want to do that **** to me, i am going to knock you in the ****ing face."

He said, "you better not threaten me, i..."

And then i went for him. My manager jumped in between us and pushed me away. I stormed outside to chill out. Later my manager came out and said that he understood why it happened, but that i shouldn't resort to violence. I apologized to him and didnt see the service writer for the rest of the day.

Still have my job. What are yalls' views on what happened?

 

-waaayyyy ahead of ya my friend