This is going to be my last post on the subject. Probably shouldn't even do
it, but what the heck.

Back in the old Tecumseh thread, you wrote "All the Tecumsehs I've seen have
positive pressure oil pumps." Now in this thread you write "And, btw, most
of those Tecumsehs do not have oil pumps". So which is it, mister
all-knowing, all seeing?

I don't give a flying fart what you do, have done, or will do. It does
bother me when you give people advice or shoot your big mouth off that might
cause them problems. Case in point, I did (incorrectly) say that that
series of Tecumseh didn't have an oil pump. What you fail to mention is
that I went on with my post and had another 2 or three paragraphs why I
thought mounting it at that angle with the cylinder down was a bad idea that
had nothing to do with the oil pump.

What did you offer as help, Larry? Nothing? Big surprise.

In this thread, you wrote "Call Nat Puffer. He'll be tickled to help you."
I know Nat. I've met him. I've emailed him. He has a good reputation of
being helpful until you want to make changes on HIS design. BTDT. Then he
sends you nasty little emails saying things to the effect "I'll never answer
your emails again".

Your post gave no indication that you were being sarcastic. In fact, Karel
Adams responded to your post with Nat's email address, so apparently I
wasn't the only "literal-minded schlump".

Maybe you should get out of the attack mode and actually engage that all
powerful brain of yours before you begin to open your mouth or hammer on the
keyboard and actually try to contribute something helpful once in a while.
Does it make you feel really big and strong to butcher people's names,
Larry? OOOOHHH, Stickler, how clever. Never heard that one before, NOT..
You "lurked" here in the "late nineties". Wow. Color me not impressed.
Was that when mommy finally bought you a 'puter for your birthday or was it
just the time that you finally got electricity and running water into your
trailer park? Fact of the matter is you're a newbie who thinks he knows a
hell of a lot more about the people, relationships, and interactions here
than he will ever really know. I, for one, am perfectly content to allow
you to continue on your path of ignorant bliss.

As to who I count as friends that I've met here and through my travels over
the years, all you need to know on that is that you're not one of them.
Beyond that it's none of your business. And as far as being "whipped", the
day I worry about being whipped by you is the day you actually get to buy
your latches in person from the factory.

Thanks for letting everyone know where you're based, makes it much easier to
avoid. If you fly like you post I don't want to be in the same traffic
pattern with you.

John Stricker

"Larry Smith" wrote in message
...

"John Stricker" wrote in message
...
shakes head, walks away

There are about 10 people I miss from here dating back long before you
ever
heard of rah.

In other words if you don't have seniority (or didn't drink rotgut with us
at Pinkneyville) you're not admitted to our clique. Well, look John, I
like being friendly but when slapped I slap back. Besides, I was lurking
here in the late nineties. You slapped first, right out of the blue and
were wrong besides. Was O-Ring also in your little clique? He's into
that snotty stuff too, slapping and then not expecting to get slapped
back.
And it looks like if you're going to call someone's hand, you'd have your
facts correct.

You two and that creepy old mazooran remind me of the schoolyard bully who
goes around throwing sand in everybody's face. One day he throws sand in
the wrong face and gets whupped. Then he goes crying to the teacher
whining how he's been savagely attacked.

You just come along to our little chili cookoff and we'll slip an extra
habanero into yours too.

Which reminds me. Today after reveling over our triumph with one 172, I
began negotiating for another one and it looks like I got another hobby
horse needing a top and a paint job. The plastic project is in the
garage
downstairs.

Welp, we just had the duckiest day at KFQD, sun shining, people laughing,
kids playing (one of them riding up and down the taxiways in a one-wheel
bike) and I flew over and buzzed the fuddydudds at ZERO alpha 7 where the
N
wind was blowing like hell. Gosh, what a sunny day, and everybody,
unlike
this mordant NG, was delightfully happy. WTF is wrong with you, John?
Can't you be a happy boy?

And, btw, most of those Tecumsehs do not have oil pumps. But I still had
to slap you around a little for having come along and thrown sand.



Good thing the telephone and private emails still work.

Ah, hell, mine don't and she who must be obeyed is always on the phone.
Guess I'll give in and go cellular.

John the Stickler

Lighten up a little, Stickler.