My Truck's door lock

Recently was mending my truck because the door lock wasn’t working properly. 

The problem was traced to a simple plastic part.

In order to have one of these:

Had to buy (two) of these:

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Luckily was possible to remove the white plastic part from the new lock cylinder,

then place the white plastic part onto the old lock cylinder.

I can keep the same keys, at least for now.

 

I am sure that somebody, someplace, has a bin full of the white plastic part 21970.

The white plastic part is shown as number 21970 on a drawing which I found on

 ( web site ) (Can't find it again!  If I do, will update).

Thinking that perhaps the 1994 Mustang lock cylinder would fit, the Mustang one uses the plastic/metal clip shown in the picture, and the plastic/metal clip is available at the parts store.

Fin

My Hash Bang

Wait Until JAVAscript © 2011 Michael A. Klaus
Sung to the tune of Wait Until Tomorrow, Jimi Hendrix EMI Music Publishing

Well I’m waiting, you teasing,
Inside your golden web site,
Got my comment posted up upon your wall,
Tonight’s the night we planned to Facebook together,
Come on Internet there’s no time to stall,
But now you’re showing me,
I think you better try again tomorrow,
Long time,
I think you better try again tomorrow,
Seems to be taking awhile,
I think you better try again tomorrow,

Got to make sure it’s right,
Error message comes to light,
Oh what a drag,

Oh Apache how can you hang me out this way,
On the smartphone you said that I could post something today,
Now I’m standing here like some dial-up Interblogging fool,
Seeing error messages from the mixed-up mind of you,
And you keep printing me that ah,
I think you better try again tomorrow,
What are you writing about,
I think you better try again tomorrow,
Ah, I can’t wait that long,
I think you better try again tomorrow,

DSL makes a slight,
Error message comes to light,
See if I can send to this Net a little byte,

Oh Internet Bitch you must be insane,
So unsure of your health,
Sending from your Java weathervane,
Do I see you spin around and randomly pointing,
Something is for free,
Hash Bang,
Oh what a hang,
Your Spam Bot just shot poor me,
And I hear you say it’s the fad today,
We don’t have to wait until tomorrow,
We can implement hash bang today,
Hey,
We won’t ever use Java tomorrow,
Javascript isn’t right,
So forever goodnight,

We don’t have to wait until tomorrow,
You all have to wait, they all have to wait
Javascript makes you wait until tomorrow,
It’s a drag on my part,
Hash bang makes you wait until tomorrow,
Don’t have to wait, don’t have to wait…

Low Price Sausage

Cat food from California tastes better than sausage from Alabama.  Those are the results of a science experiment.  The low bid sausage has a smooth casing before, and also after cooking.  Then after cooking it sweats a little, perhaps from having "extra protein" added.  The family domestic cat was offended by the smell so she colluded with smart-aleck daughter to fry up some "Fr-----s" cat food after forming it into the shape of sausages.

The fried cat food had a rough appearance and a pleasing flavor.  It was actually good to eat. 

The low-price, smooth skinned sausage was unpalatable.  A dog wouldn't eat it.  A cat wouldn't eat it.  But it was cheap to buy at the store so there was a lot of it.  After walkies around the block, sumdangdik returned home to realize that the house had retained the odor from the "cat food factory" that is now producing "people food".  Yikes, the smell lasted for days and wouldn't go away. That odor from the low price sausage may have been a reason why the children decided to become vegetarians.

Low Bid Sausage

While traveling to various factory sites where sumdangdik is often called to be consulting with or training the customers, there is ample opportunity to visit various restaurants that vary from region to region. This usually works out quite well unless he is visiting Alabama. Folks in Alabama eat food that would be considered unacceptable in other states, and they actually tell sumdangdik where not-to-eat. Although the local folks enjoy eating soul food, it often gives a visitor a case of indigestion. Even at a mainstream place like Waffle House, if the server asks if you want something (like "extra protein") that you never heard of before it is best to say no. At the bar and grill it is better to avoid anything fried and simply have soup and sandwich.

Then it's off to work for sumdangdik. He works in a factory in an industrial park which smells bad. Folks who drive by say, "Here comes the smell place" and roll up the car windows.  One day the Norfolk & Southern train folks decided to stop for an hour nearby, which was blocking traffic on some local roads.  They thought it would be a good place for a layover until they got a few whiffs of the local aroma, mostly consisting of rotten meat piled up at a cat food factory.  Apparently the meat will sit out in the sun for two or three days and then the factory will can it as cat food. Poor cats.

Even the cat food in Alabama is worse than cat food elsewhere. When the Norfolk & Southern train folks found out that the air smells that bad every day, they decided to park their trains elsewhere. Local roads are rarely blocked by stopped trains anymore. Tourists stay away. There is a big American flag on a pole in the yard at the factory, and people will look out the window at the flag to see which way the wind is blowing before going outside. If the wind is blowing from the direction of the cat food factory then the people stay inside a building and go hungry.

Eventually the work is finished for the day and sumdangdik retires to a local motel after a simple dinner of soup and sandwich. The next morning he goes to a well-known restaurant chain "D----'s" and orders the large breakfast of bacon, eggs, and sausage, because he is still hungry from the day before. When the breakfast arrives he notices that the breakfast sausage smells like the cat food factory odor. There had been a rumor that the cat food factory was making "people food" as well. It seems that the "people food" is breakfast sausage made from meat that has been rotting in the sun for two or three days. Some bean counter at the well-known restaurant had apparently bought a bunch of this sausage because it was cheap, hence it came from the lowest bidder. Sumdangdik can still catch a whiff of the cat food factory when he is visiting the well-known restaurant during breakfast hours. If he says to you, "Don't eat the sausage" that means don't even cut it open otherwise you will be able to smell the cat food factory for yourself.

Some products shouldn't be purchased on the basis of having the cheapest price.  Don't buy or eat the low bid sausage.