The hardest part of this project was removing the old bumper. Tough because the stock bolts have seven years of exposure to salt and snow covered by a layer of paint. I busted one bolt and Dave another. I had a lot of fun working on my truck. Time flew as we completed this project.
Installing the Shrock bumper was easy. My truck looks GREAT!! Yes, I know, "Where are the pictures, Katie!" They are coming! I have limited time available for leisure on-line activities. I am researching another library issue for another paper.
All that remains for the bumper are a new tire cover for the spare and new bolt plates. Bumper is not a tow point until I replace those bolt plates. This is for my own comfort. OH! I forgot, I need to replace the bulb for my license plate. NYS inspection requires one light shining on the license plate. My bulb burnt out, I hope. Wiring is beyond me. Way beyond me.
Today I am at a tire store. My wheels need to be balanced. Before the ball joints were replaced I did not drive the truck; therefore, I did not notice the odd vibration right away. It became more noticeable after Drew and John worked on the articulating shackles. So I wait. I avoid homework, blog, and drink my Tims. I wonder if someone will deliver breakfast to me? A stud snapped as the tech was tightening them. I forgot to tell him that this truck gets hand torqued. Damn. Now I am here for another hour.
Dang dang dang. I really need to work out. I have a limited time and a ton of "to do's" and now I am going to stress for a minute, sip my coffee, sigh, and think about how lucky I am. I have a kick-a$$ truck, friends who help me work on my truck, AND a daily driver.
So, I will take care of electronic correspondence, finalize the weekend's travel plans (Ontario, Canada), and read for pleasure while I wait for the stud to be replaced on the front of my truck. In fact, I am going to have him replace all of the studs. I have them.
I may be back today, depends on the sources I find on-line. Until then, I have one place to recommend for tires in the Western NY/PA area,
link removed because I am not happy with the service I am receiving at this establishment.
I don't know why people hate Monday's. Sunday's are the end of the weekend, so they are always hectic, crammed with that-which-needs-to-be-done-before-Monday. Now, Monday mornings are the best. Fresh week. Fresh start. Nothing irritating has occurred yet. Whatever was left on the desk Friday evening is not even a memory. For me, Monday mornings are wonderful. I enjoy them immensely.