Roy's Garage: '90 2.4-4G64 5-spd D-50

[BradMph]

Check engine light has a tiny switch under dash, which I'm sure you saw as well. Just flipping to the other side allows it to go another 50K miles.

Nice little read to Roy. Enjoyed it!

[royster]

Check engine light has a tiny switch under dash, which I'm sure you saw as well. Just flipping to the other side allows it to go another 50K miles.

When I first detailed the truck, I took the instrument cluster out and completely disassembled it for cleaning, so I most assuredly saw that switch, and have since learned its function.

Nice little read to Roy. Enjoyed it!

Thanks, Brad. I'm confident the older guys here know exactly what I'm saying.

I was munching a sandwich in the local truckstop one day, wondering why travel wasn't as satisfying at it was when I was a boy. It dawned on me that the interstate facilitated the homogenization of the whole country: there aren't any unique charactoristics along the interstate, it's all corporate sameness at any stop. I was munching on a Subway sandwich, in a truckstop that was once a home-made food landmark, torn down for the construction of Arby's and other "familiar" businesses.

The backroads still hold the promise of unique businesses, hidden treasures and down-home humanity that doesn't need high-speed anything. If cancer is defined by unlimited, unregulated growth, then the corporate take-over is surely cancer in another form. Accepting corporate logos as "familiar and safe" is the acceptance of cancer, select your shock~face to wear (Wal*Mart, aisle F-86) when you realise it's killing you and everything else.

Even Denny's is coasting on a nostalgic image, when in fact there is nothing on the menu from yesteryear. It's an imitation of what once was.

Kids today have built-in televisions everywhere they go, including the family car. Instead of eagerly watching the view outside, their journey is full of Disney fluff and entitled corporate hamburgers at the next stop. Natural beauty is part of the human experience: when that becomes electronically synthesised, there's no question humanity is losing touch with itself...and willingly allowing it to happen.

I choose to march to the beat of a different drum.