Mud in Your Tires

Town person: "got mud in your tires?"
Vinny: "let me ask a question, how do you get mud into the tires?"
Town person: "no, that's just a figure of speech. The mud gets around the inside of the wheels".

Are you scratching your head? Then find the nearest hardwood table, preferable oak, and bring the crown of your head against it at approximately 1,125 ft/s, because you don't have an encyclopedic knowledge of My Cousin Vinny. 

Okay, that was a bit harsh, but the movie is seriously funny; and as it turns out this exact scene helped me out not too long ago. I wasn't in the south driving through mud fields, almost the opposite in fact, as I was driving with my sweet lady to see my friends and their new addition to the family in northwestern Wisconsin. Long story short, there was some mis-communication about how well their middle of nowhere driveway was plowed before we started down it that afternoon. It looked like there was a fresh inch of snow, which was correct, but it happened to be sitting on top of much more not-so-fresh snow. Needless to say our fuel efficient sub-compact did not have the ground clearance nor the traction to traverse such terrain. So we did what anyone would do; we drove down anyway and got stuck. We then walked down the rest of the driveway and started to party. The vehicle was dragged out and left on the side of the street ready for travel the next day some time later. We left the next morning (or afternoon; I don't know. Whatever, the sun was up) and everything seemed fine until we hit the highway. 

 As soon as we hit 50mph or so the car started to shudder and there was a definite shake happening as speed was increased. My statement 'The car is fine' yesterday was bouncing in and out of my skull as I was now thinking 'What the french? It was only snow; what got damaged?'. My female partner, who like everyone else on the planet, assumes cars are tools of the devil to cause more grief, suffering, and pain than they do provide transportation, immediately started down her string of potential issues ranging from the car is totaled to the apocalypse is at hand. I pull over, walk around the car, and there's no damage. The wheels and tires appear fine, there's nothing hanging down, nothing. And thats when it hits me. We were dragged through a snow pile and didn't drive anywhere all day or night so all the snow inside the wheel wells froze and is throwing off the balance. God bless you Vinny. I can seriously say that I don't know how I would've thought of this if it wasn't for that cinematic masterpiece. I grabbed some slender long tools and scrapped what I could from within the wheel wells and PRESTO!, no more wobbling. I felt like a goddamn hero. I went on a rant of so many memorable Vinny quotes that I practically just recited the whole movie! My partner was impressed with the fix; the quotes not so much (yet another movie we need to add to the list). 

So there you have it; next time someone says you can't learn anything from movies you can tell them to go f#ck themsleves. Legitimately. 'The book was better'. Congratu-fuckin-lations.

Okay, so its been awhile since my last post and its been a combination on being busy and lazy. I'm like a Wuzzle that is a bee and lion. Bumblelion; holy shit, didn't see that one coming. Anywho I've got a few potential candidates to satiate your blog palate on the upcoming list including, but not limited to, my RV trip across the United States southwest (yes, an RV) a few choice movies ( I also just saw Inside Llewyn Davis, which was awesome but I'm still not exactly sure why; those Coen brothers make ya think) and a whole host of car mods that need to take place to prep for IROHV in Gilbert and the first autocross of the season out at Valley Fair. Woot! Have a great Easter.