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While I'm in this straight jacket, I can't be
Somewhere in the 'check oil rant' thread, mention is made of a Toyota technician.
That reminded me of the following story:
Back when I had my recording studio, my partner and I were at a music store when
my partner ran into someone he recognized. Somehow, it came up that he was a
Toyota tech, and I was a Ford parts man. When he asked me how I got into the
business, I told him my father was a mechanic. He asked who my father worked for,
and I told him that Dad was a full-timer with the Arizona National Guard, and was
their axle, transmission and transfer case guy. The Toyota guy said, "Your father
isn't a real mechanic. He doesn't have to beat an install time to make a check.
He doesn't have to worry about how many hours he posts."
My eyes narrowed; I got right in this guy's face, and I got loud. "NOT A MECHANIC?
MY FATHER WAS A NAVAL AIRCRAFT MECHANIC IN WW II. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HAVE TO
SERVICE A RED HOT HELLCAT, FUEL IT AND RE-ARM IT WHILE THE PILOT SITS IT IN,
WAITING TO TAKE OFF AGAIN? BECAUSE IF HE DIDN'T GET BACK INTO THE AIR, ONE OF
THOSE NIP PLANES MIGHT GET THROUGH THE ANTI-AIRCRAFT FIRE, SINK THE AIRCRAFT
CARRIER AND KILL 1,500 AMERICANS? HOW MANY REPAIR JOBS HAVE YOU DONE THAT YOUR
LIFE DEPENDED ON? REAL MECHANIC. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A REAL MECHANIC DOES!"
The Toyota guy seemed to grow smaller as I yelled, his shoulders slumped and his
eyes darted from side to side, refusing to look at me. When I finished, he turned
and walked away without saying a word. I turned to my partner and said, "Of course.
my dad was a land based swabby, and never saw any real combat the entire war.":doh:
That reminded me of the following story:
Back when I had my recording studio, my partner and I were at a music store when
my partner ran into someone he recognized. Somehow, it came up that he was a
Toyota tech, and I was a Ford parts man. When he asked me how I got into the
business, I told him my father was a mechanic. He asked who my father worked for,
and I told him that Dad was a full-timer with the Arizona National Guard, and was
their axle, transmission and transfer case guy. The Toyota guy said, "Your father
isn't a real mechanic. He doesn't have to beat an install time to make a check.
He doesn't have to worry about how many hours he posts."
My eyes narrowed; I got right in this guy's face, and I got loud. "NOT A MECHANIC?
MY FATHER WAS A NAVAL AIRCRAFT MECHANIC IN WW II. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HAVE TO
SERVICE A RED HOT HELLCAT, FUEL IT AND RE-ARM IT WHILE THE PILOT SITS IT IN,
WAITING TO TAKE OFF AGAIN? BECAUSE IF HE DIDN'T GET BACK INTO THE AIR, ONE OF
THOSE NIP PLANES MIGHT GET THROUGH THE ANTI-AIRCRAFT FIRE, SINK THE AIRCRAFT
CARRIER AND KILL 1,500 AMERICANS? HOW MANY REPAIR JOBS HAVE YOU DONE THAT YOUR
LIFE DEPENDED ON? REAL MECHANIC. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A REAL MECHANIC DOES!"
The Toyota guy seemed to grow smaller as I yelled, his shoulders slumped and his
eyes darted from side to side, refusing to look at me. When I finished, he turned
and walked away without saying a word. I turned to my partner and said, "Of course.
my dad was a land based swabby, and never saw any real combat the entire war.":doh: