1 clove garlic
1 tablespoon sugar
½ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon horseradish
1 cup hot vinegar
1 cup water
The next tractor trailer came in with two flatbed trailers attached. These are called "doubles." It always bothered me to be next to one of the piggy back set ups when I was going down the interstate. One trailer had two 25 HP propane engine farm tractors they took from a sod farm. I overheard Glenn and Scott talking and Glenn said they probably went untouched because everyone thought they were useless for bugging out or any other work when the supply of commercially supplied propane stopped. Bob is going to be in on converting the engines to hydrogen. I think it is more fun to call it AldeaFuel but the guys just kind of roll their eyes at me when I call it that. It’s some comfy being humored by the big tough guys … not. But what are you going to do? I’ll take my knuckle-dragger over a metrosexual woos any day of the week. The second trailer had an assortment of 5, 10, and 15 HP propane engines they salvaged from warehouse forklifts, which they plan to likewise convert to hydrogen and then adapt them to generators and other equipment the Triune needs.
Next in was the crazy set up that Glenn himself drove. It was one tractor trailer with three chemical tankers and two flatbeds. You couldn’t get away with driving stuff like that here in the States but Jim called it a road train. Glenn chose to drive this one as both the nitric acid and the ammonia he was pulling are dangerous to transport. He wasn’t exactly following the hazmat safety regulations regarding maximum size of shipment and which items can be hauled together. Jim was wearing an NBC suit and mask they picked up from the NRSC troops that died during the big Hive herding operation. So the “road train” was made up of two tankers of Anhydrous Ammonia, scavenged from chemical plants in the Tampa area, as well as now disused cold storage facilities near the citrus farms; two flatbed trailers with twenty bulk liquid shipping tanks (big square plastic tanks inside steel grid cages) nitric acid scavenged from the fertilizer plants and phosphate mines; two bulk containers of Hexamine (about 2000lbs, taken from a plant manufacturing resin compounds (Formica); and, one fuel tanker filled with old grease and oil from every truck stop restaurant and fast food place we could find. That last is so that they can process the gunk … which smells like death if you must know … into bio-diesel.
The reason they were gone as long as they were was because once they found their first location, it took some time to cook up enough bio-diesel to run the trucks. They took some of the gunk they found at a truck stop, added lye and then cooked it in an old water heater tank. They filtered it when it had done perking or whatever the stuff does. They used the power from a small propane forklift to jump start one of the trucks, then jumped the other trucks with the first truck. They used the air lines on the on the trucks at the truck stop they didn’t use to re-inflate the tires on the ones that they did pick to use. They also had to patch a couple of tires and a few they even had to switch out altogether.
We had a very long talk about his disappearing act, a long talk in which I ate some of Mother Hen's nicely packed 'lunches' in front of him while he salivated, and explained in no uncertain terms that this was likely the last time I would bother looking for him. We started west again, and soon came across a small band of tinkers and repairmen. One of them said she knew the folks in sanctuary, lived with them awhile back, so I left a parcel with her, in return for treating the common bumps, cuts and bruises that come up on her friends. B was initially just watching me work, but I kindly explained to him that those what don't help, don't eat. Soon he was washing sores on feet and helping me clean infected blisters, though his bedside manner needs work. Gagging visibly in front of a patient is poor form. Ironic, you would have thought that would have made him lose his appetite... regardless, some writing is in the mail for you, Mother Hen.
We'd also like to take a moment to welcome some of our cousins, the Land Gnomes and the North Pole Crew.
With the reduction in customer base and subsequent drop in demand Santa was more than willing to waive the industry non-disclosure agreements of his little helpers in order they be able to accept positions with our newly reorganized company. Along with his best wishes and gratitude for long service, he sends some of his top elves with the rest of the crew, and has wished our new enterprise the best of success. In a public show of appreciation, the union has voted to leave a little something special in his stocking this year. Don't drink it all at once, big guy, or Rudolf won’t be the only one with a bright red nose leading the way!
We apologize to you big folks for receiving the silent treatment from our cousins the Land Gnomes, who've we brought in as "Industry Consultants" at the request of Tony "the Barracuda" Denitzio, the famous cement shoe magnate and waste disposal industry entrepreneur in the New York Tri-State area. Tony has expressed that he'd like to see the concrete production industry get back on its feet so he can get back to his business of putting it on other people's feet....so to speak. He feels our success is in his best interests. He suggested the boys could, "come down to make sure nobody gives you any problems", and we felt that it was just an offer we couldn't refuse. He regrets that the boys may be a bit standoffish, but they're still a bit touchy about the mistreatment they were getting every year on Halloween, with the toilet paper and eggs and all. Tony said if we "just leave them alone we won’t have to worry about nobody getting cranky and losing their head over nothing".
All in all, we feel that over the coming months we will be able to restore your confidence in us, and that you will be greatly satisfied with our line of products, old and new, now that we are a self-managed organization.
The (FREE) Keebler Elves.
PS- F*** Brownies!!!!
How it works is as the kids ride on the see-saw they turn the axle, causing the wheel/arm combination to turn the flywheel in one direction (and allows it to build up more speed....the bicycle sprocket allows the flywheel to coast if the kids slow down and keeps the final axles rotation smooth and even) which is then transferred to the agitators by the v-belts. The wash cycle timer/switch are mechanical and run through any/all cycles (including the spin cycle) just as if it was still hooked up to an electrical system.