Trying to figure out why I have to answer all the questions, pay for everything, and solve all the problems and still get treated like a child...
Damn thing still works just fine. Could remove dent but kinda afraid. Tree was broken and bent 90 degrees. Not much to do but try and restrain it. Didn't work.
15 year old compressor anyway. About due to be replaced. Figured $500 to the tree service not a good investment -- better to put towards a new compressor if I crushed it. As is, still works and I had the privilege of watching the impact and pissing off the wife. That what she gets for adding some yellow paint to the front bumper of the GN last week.
The good thing about a most women us they get over it, in time. I mean my wife forgets what's she pissed at me aboir as soon as I do the next thing she think is wrong or stupid.
No doubt.... I cant remember why I walked into a room...... she remembers stuff I did 25 years ago.....
Now you are an offical member of tbe love and marriage club. Every now and then you need to show her you are the king A-hole of tbe house.
If the tree did not put a hole in tbe coil. Bend it back up. As long as you can spun tbe fan freely and no leek it will work
Maybe you can relate to this... I posted it here a few years back. You gotta walk softly around some of these gals. "peri-menopause" I know it well. It's when you spend days & days deep below the surface, suffocating, trying to be invisible and only to escape, evade. Eventually you very slowly rise to the surface to get a breath of fresh air and recharge your batteries. But first you carefully poke your periscope up to take a look around and see if the coast is clear---only to see the HMS Menopause bearing down upon you smoke pouring out of her stacks at full ramming speed---"DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!!" you yell, gongs and sirens screaming. "PREPARE FOR HOT FLASHES!!" and they come raining down, exploding at random all around and you dive and run silent and so deep your seams creak and groan and you pray only to survive yet another onslaught: The crashing concussions of explosive rage, bursting pipes of screaming boiling high pressure bull**** long thought to be forgotten searing you, pointless rivets of anger driven nothings popping and ricocheting and tearing your mental flesh once again-- You pray only to survive long enough to recover a little bit and surface to sanity and perhaps this time find calm seas and sunshine and fresh air even for a brief while....and then just when you barely begin to be able to breathe again---- you spot smoke on the horizon steaming toward you once again.... "DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!"
Wife was actually only mad briefly. When she saw the compressor had survived, she was okay with it. She was out there with me and i had warned her there might be issues. Probably helped when i stayed calm earlier yesterday when i discovered the yellow paint on the GN. Said she didn't do it. Asked teen daughter who said she didn't do it either but couldn't keep a straight face. Finally said ask mom again. Asked wife again. Fessed up -- bumped a pillar in a parking garage backing out. Hey, at least she didn't collapse the fender.
Whoops! It could have been worse. So there is an upside. Aaannnd not as big as the whoops I did yesterday so take some comfort in that dude... Mikey
