Remember that friend I told you about, tyler_hernandez? His old Bronco was so bad. We drove to a concert once, maybe 40 miles. Had to stop for gas on the way there and again on the way back. Felt like we were just feeding it money.

My old pine pallet cracked just sitting there.

People often laugh at simple ideas until they become normal.

Totally see this with other stuff too. We let things run on autopilot without knowing the real cost. For my truck, I just give it a minute or two to get the oil moving before driving gently.

Yeah that checks out. I mean, my last batch of pancakes tasted like cardboard and I blamed my mixing skills. Maybe it was just sad, old flour all along.