OK folks…the time has come to pay homage to our dear friend, Bubba.

I read a Vette book recently that portrayed all of us as mere custodians of our automobiles, never truly owners. Our cars are meant to be loved and passed on and, as such, the maintenance tasks will fall to many. Never know what we'll find!! In keeping with the philosophy that laughter is the best medicine, I find shaking my head in sheer disbelief and chuckling makes the daunting task to “repair the repair” a bit easier to take. I’ve learned an awful lot in 7 months…

Here’s the rules:

I’ve used this image as my inspiration…feel free to post your own unimaginable piece of “maintenance” as your own muse.



Carefully craft a verse and add it to the preceding post so we slowly build a true Ode to the master of all mechanics. Try to follow the same meter and rhyming scheme so it flows as if penned by a single writer. I’ll go first…

Ode to Bubba:

The morning sun peers o’er the tops of the trees,
The weatherman said “expect 80 degrees”,
Garage doors are opened, the legends’ revealed,
With parts box in hand, my fate has been sealed.

“Just a few hours” I say to my wife,
“Gimme till noon, I’ll be back in your life”.
Simple words sometimes can be so prophetic,
When previous maintenance is truly pathetic.

“One or two laps ‘round the block” I did say,
Good way to get primed before working today.
I ain’t saying I’m saintly, but Oh what a word
I used when it jumped from first into third!

I don’t need perfection, not NCRS
But the things that I found are more than a mess.
A missing screw there, a little ding here
But how can you forget to install second gear?

I drove her back home and parked in the drive,
thinking I’m lucky to just be alive.
I let out a chuckle and tried not to panic,
seems “Bubba Was Here”, the master mechanic!

 

I think that bubba has been every where on all makes of cars not just on ours.

 

That's the coolest strut rod I've ever seen.

I may do mine that way...if I can find my HAMMER !

I love Bubba !

 

My struts looked the same whan I removed them.

Bubba whos that! I have heard that name,
I hear he's a mechanic but his skills are lame
A few new parts I thought for sure,
but Bubba would have me spending more.

My struts were bent into an mess,
and no optimism could relieve my stress.
This project now not easy to be rectified,
it would seem as though that I have been Bubbafied!

 

Bravo! Keep 'em coming...

 

If you thought those struts looked bad you should see my carb

 

This is a great idea, it's going to get really interesting.

 

Dive on in! Surely a bubba inspired verse is lingering in the back of your minds...

 

c'mon guys....its not that hard, I think this is cool

 

I was humming' along one bright sunny morning
When, suddenly I heard what sounded like a moaning.
She spat and she coughed, she banged with a thud,
I looked at my friend who was turning to mud.

I rolled to the side and I opened the hood
cleared the smoke and there I stood.
Bubbha, I said with a snarl on my lip
how could you do that, I was ready to flip!

My steering was loose, the coil was dire
The oil was spewing and almost on fire
I was stranded again so there we were stuck
The tow truck arrived, Hey maybe we’ll have better luck!

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen his cruel deeds,
His signature is all over every part I’ve seen
My friend could have shot him, if he had a gun
So the only thing I could do was …run.

 

Bubba surround sound

 

 

Where do I get that cool kit!..lol Bubba strikes again

 

Ode to Bubba:

The morning sun peers o’er the tops of the trees,
The weatherman said “expect 80 degrees”,
Garage doors are opened, the legends’ revealed,
With parts box in hand, my fate has been sealed.

“Just a few hours” I say to my wife,
“Gimme till noon, I’ll be back in your life”.
Simple words sometimes can be so prophetic,
When previous maintenance is truly pathetic.

“One or two laps ‘round the block” I did say,
Good way to get primed before working today.
I ain’t saying I’m saintly, but Oh what a word
I used when it jumped from first into third!

I don’t need perfection, not NCRS
But the things that I found are more than a mess.
A missing screw there, a little ding here
But how can you forget to install second gear?

I drove her back home and parked in the drive,
thinking I’m lucky to just be alive.
I let out a chuckle and tried not to panic,
seems “Bubba Was Here”, the master mechanic!

Bubba whos that! I have heard that name,
I hear he's a mechanic but his skills are lame
A few new parts I thought for sure,
but Bubba would have me spending more.

My struts were bent into an mess,
and no optimism could relieve my stress.
This project now not easy to be rectified,
it would seem as though that I have been Bubbafied!

I was humming' along one bright sunny morning
When, suddenly I heard what sounded like a moaning.
She spat and she coughed, she banged with a thud,
I looked at my friend who was turning to mud.

I rolled to the side and I opened the hood
cleared the smoke and there I stood.
Bubbha, I said with a snarl on my lip
how could you do that, I was ready to flip!

My steering was loose, the coil was dire
The oil was spewing and almost on fire
I was stranded again so there we were stuck
The tow truck arrived, Hey maybe we’ll have better luck!

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen his cruel deeds,
His signature is all over every part I’ve seen
My friend could have shot him, if he had a gun
So the only thing I could do was …run.

 

I wish I had picsof the ones i found on my old 75,they were U shaped,the car handled like a turd....i wonder why...

 

Time will come and time will pass
I know Bubba was here when I start smelling gas
Quickly I scramble under the car
To see if Bubba this time went to far
To my amazement what do I see
JB Weld on the tank, sensor and hose, all three!
I grab my head in disbelief
Thinking of a quick relief
Then I feel a calm, I suddenly do not panic
Since it was done by Bubba, the master mechanic.

 

Bubba oh Bubba please sing me a song
that wiring job you did to my car was all wrong
the blinkers stopped working, the wipers wont wipe
You sure have me wishin iwas riding a Bike

Bubba oh bubba please play your guitar
I wish you had not done touched this here car
the gaugues dont gauge, the starter aint turned
last week i broke down when the wiring was burned

Buuba oh Bubba please put that wrench down
last night when i put the key in it wouldnt make a sound
the tuner aint tunin, the speakers wont speak
to fix this here problem it might take a week

I ought to be in nashville

Buba oh Bubba dont tell me no lies
why did you mount the shock in with those twisty ties
the car is so bouncy, it will rattle it will shake
To the end of the driveway i dont think ill make

Buuba oh bubba please sing me a song
the idle aint right and the timings all wrong
you tune like a monkey, you wrench like a fool
should a paid more attention when you was in school

 

There once was man named bubba,
His favorite tool was duct tape and rubba.
I find his work on every wire and hose,
Employee discount he had at Lowes.

He wrapped and he tied with such finess,
Only to end up with one hell of a mess.
Solder and heat shrink he did not know,
That takes too long and cost some dough.

Those used plug wires fit just right,
Only had to make a few rounds to get them tight.
Bubba I don't know what I should do,
So I will just say Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

 

You guys rock...the ode grows!!


Ode to Bubba:

The morning sun peers o’er the tops of the trees,
The weatherman said “expect 80 degrees”,
Garage doors are opened, the legends’ revealed,
With parts box in hand, my fate has been sealed.

“Just a few hours” I say to my wife,
“Gimme till noon, I’ll be back in your life”.
Simple words sometimes can be so prophetic,
When previous maintenance is truly pathetic.

“One or two laps ‘round the block” I did say,
Good way to get primed before working today.
I ain’t saying I’m saintly, but Oh what a word
I used when it jumped from first into third!

I don’t need perfection, not NCRS
But the things that I found are more than a mess.
A missing screw there, a little ding here
But how can you forget to install second gear?

I drove her back home and parked in the drive,
thinking I’m lucky to just be alive.
I let out a chuckle and tried not to panic,
seems “Bubba Was Here”, the master mechanic!

Bubba whos that! I have heard that name,
I hear he's a mechanic but his skills are lame
A few new parts I thought for sure,
but Bubba would have me spending more.

My struts were bent into an mess,
and no optimism could relieve my stress.
This project now not easy to be rectified,
it would seem as though that I have been Bubbafied!

I was humming' along one bright sunny morning
When, suddenly I heard what sounded like a moaning.
She spat and she coughed, she banged with a thud,
I looked at my friend who was turning to mud.

I rolled to the side and I opened the hood
cleared the smoke and there I stood.
Bubbha, I said with a snarl on my lip
how could you do that, I was ready to flip!

My steering was loose, the coil was dire
The oil was spewing and almost on fire
I was stranded again so there we were stuck
The tow truck arrived, Hey maybe we’ll have better luck!

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen his cruel deeds,
His signature is all over every part I’ve seen
My friend could have shot him, if he had a gun
So the only thing I could do was …run.

Time will come and time will pass
I know Bubba was here when I start smelling gas
Quickly I scramble under the car
To see if Bubba this time went to far
To my amazement what do I see
JB Weld on the tank, sensor and hose, all three!
I grab my head in disbelief
Thinking of a quick relief
Then I feel a calm, I suddenly do not panic
Since it was done by Bubba, the master mechanic.

Bubba oh Bubba please sing me a song
that wiring job you did to my car was all wrong
the blinkers stopped working, the wipers wont wipe
You sure have me wishin iwas riding a Bike

Bubba oh bubba please play your guitar
I wish you had not done touched this here car
the gaugues dont gauge, the starter aint turned
last week i broke down when the wiring was burned

Buuba oh Bubba please put that wrench down
last night when i put the key in it wouldnt make a sound
the tuner aint tunin, the speakers wont speak
to fix this here problem it might take a week

Bubba oh Bubba dont tell me no lies
why did you mount the shock in with those twisty ties
the car is so bouncy, it will rattle it will shake
To the end of the driveway i dont think ill make

Bububa oh bubba please sing me a song
the idle aint right and the timings all wrong
you tune like a monkey, you wrench like a fool
should a paid more attention when you was in school

There once was man named bubba,
His favorite tool was duct tape and rubba.
I find his work on every wire and hose,
Employee discount he had at Lowes.

He wrapped and he tied with such finess,
Only to end up with one hell of a mess.
Solder and heat shrink he did not know,
That takes too long and cost some dough.

Those used plug wires fit just right,
Only had to make a few rounds to get them tight.
Bubba I don't know what I should do,
So I will just say Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

 

The motor she started but something's amiss,
It sputtered, it spat, it ran just like $hit.
I opened the hood to see what's the matter,
the motor was there, maintained by mad hatter.
The plug wires you see, all in bright yellow,
were plugged in alright and in such a tatter.
It came clear to me that Bubba was here,
6 into 8, 3 went to 5, oh my gosh I wanted to hide.
He changed out the wires, I was in tears,
the first thing I did was drink 2-3 beers.
Once I was calm and had the right ones,
I began to repair what bubba had done.
And when I was finished, my baby ran fine,
and I promised her next time I'd kick bubba's behind!