Guess what this is for?
Oh yeah! We’re drilling a big hole in our warehouse!
There was a small amount of drama involved in getting a piece of equipment capable of drilling a large hole in a concrete wall.
We had to drive to Nanaimo to pick it up from a specialized equipment rental place, then we had to get home again after the truck mysteriously shuddered and died. Here’s Dan, arm deep in the truck’s engine:
Fortunately, Dan is a handy guy to have around. He figured it was the truck’s alternator, since they had been having trouble with the truck’s battery. He pulled the alternator, found a ride to the auto shop seven miles up the road, got a new alternator, brought it back and we spent a couple of hours wrestling the thing around the very tight serpentine belt.
The whole process took six hours and left no time for other Nanaimo errands, but now I know how to replace an alternator in a ’99 V6 F150, which is pretty cool for a woman who’s only been in the car-owning population for a year.
Funny what you pick up living out here.