it's about control" really changed how I see things, I used to just crank everything.

Man, that pocket-pat move is a classic. Reminds me of a time in Rome where a guy gave us a whole history lesson by the fountain, then just stood there smiling until we coughed up cash. Felt like paying for a friend you just made, but way more awkward. It totally ruins the vibe when you realize the whole nice chat was just the sales pitch. These days I just walk fast and avoid eye contact if I see someone with a clipboard.

Yeah, that's solid advice right there! I torqued mine to 18 and it ran smooth, but I still felt the gland after an hour just to be safe. Can't hurt to double-check.

Got to respect the old notes. My uncle swore by adding a handful of hardwood charcoal to his coal bed for welding, said it made a more reducing fire. Sounds like your grandad's mix did the same thing, cutting down the oxygen. Sometimes the weird ratios just click, right? Makes you wonder what other little tricks got lost.

Ever wonder if it's the taste or just knowing you're drinking filtered water?