#Fridge Slide

[fourbyfitouts]

How Does A 4WD Fridge Slide Enhance Your Overlanding Experience?

Overlanding is more than just a journey; it’s an adventure that combines rugged travel with the thrill of exploration. One essential piece of equipment that can significantly improve your overlanding experience is the 4WD fridge slide. This handy accessory transforms your vehicle's fridge into a more accessible, convenient, and organised part of your setup. Here’s how a 4WD fridge slide can elevate your adventures.

Ease of Access to Your Fridge

One of the biggest advantages of a 4WD fridge slide is its ease of access. Instead of reaching over seats or struggling to pull out a fridge from the back of your 4WD, a fridge slide allows you to pull out your fridge to a comfortable height effortlessly.

This is particularly beneficial when you’re on the road and need quick access to cold drinks or fresh food. No more bending and stretching—just a smooth slide-out action that brings everything within easy reach.

Enhanced Organisation

Overlanding often means packing a lot of gear into your vehicle. A 4WD fridge slide helps you keep everything organised by providing a dedicated space for your fridge. With a slide, you can neatly arrange your fridge and ensure it doesn’t shift or tip over during transit.

This organisation keeps your food and drinks secure, making packing and unpacking a breeze. Everything has its place, and you can easily find what you need without rummaging through a cluttered space.

Improved Safety

Safety is a top priority when Overlanding; a 4WD fridge slide contributes to this in several ways. First, it ensures that your fridge is securely mounted and less likely to move around during travel, reducing the risk of spills or accidents.

Second, by positioning your fridge at a more accessible height, you minimise the risk of back strain or injury from awkward bending and reaching. A well-placed fridge slide also helps maintain the stability of your vehicle by keeping weight distribution balanced.

Convenience in Every Situation

Whether you're setting up camp or taking a break on a long drive, a 4WD fridge slide makes your life easier. When you’re ready to cook or grab a snack, simply slide out the fridge and access everything you need.

This convenience is especially useful in remote locations or changing weather conditions. You can efficiently manage your food storage and preparation without extensive setup or breakdown, allowing you to focus more on enjoying your adventure.

Conclusion

Incorporating a 4WD fridge slide into your overlanding setup is a game-changer. It enhances accessibility, organisation, safety, and convenience, making your adventures more enjoyable and less stressful.

If you're gearing up for your next overlanding journey, consider investing in a 4WD fridge slide to streamline your camping experience and keep your fridge easily reachable.

[zarla-s]

life is hard for a heavy, it’s hard and no one understands

(inspired by this post)

[patreon]

[sellieaa]

woe, widowwood be upon ye

[cendiqii]

what is your wisdom

*taps microphone* the secret to making bread is to leave it alone

[dumkana16]

Whatever the fuck kinda fuck ass hormones are happening in my body right now I'm mad at them. pmsing pre-period-ing whatever you wanna call it and I'm so mad. So grumpy. And I can't help it! But I'm aware that I shouldn't dump that on people so that means that I'm mostly just silent or making noises to myself. Also mad for other reasons but last week I was able to handle it somehow. Premenstrual me struggles to handle it much more tho

[pomellon]

Roomie bought me a bunch of scented candles but didn't know how to give them to me, so art wife suggested she hide them around the apartment for me to find.

And it took me three days to realise!

Because finding a candle in the fridge didn't make go "Oh, candle for me?" But rather "Oh wow Roomie's ADD must be really bad rn, we both place things where they don't belong when that happens. I'll just leave it there and let her figure it out."

And it took me finding two more candles in odd places before I realised she was doing on it purpose and I was like oh you little fuckers!! XDD

[torse]

text -> when I'm hungry /

when I need to put something in the fridge (fuck you, Notkin)

[amatres]

instead of the conquest, a show on the blackfyre rebellions, or even maegor would be more interesting. or even focused more on rhaena the lesbian and the black brides. idk, conquest itself just sounds bland. it's a founding myth in my mind, actually watching it play out doesn't really interest me much

[liverpool-enjoyer]

ik its weird to rb ads but this ones a seinfeld reference so i HAD to

On Tubi, the sitcoms you love just keep going.

[bashaaustralia]

Bash Plates vs Skid Plates: What’s the Difference and Why It Matters

When it comes to off-roading, protecting your vehicle is paramount. Two essential components in this regard are bash plates and skid plates. While they might seem similar, they serve distinct purposes and offer different levels of protection. Let’s delve into the nuances of these two crucial underbody guards.

What is a Bash Plate?

A bash plate is a robust, typically steel or aluminium plate designed to protect the vehicle's undercarriage from impacts with rocks, logs, and other obstacles, especially when paired with accessories like drop down fridge slides for easy access to provisions. It's positioned at the front of the vehicle, safeguarding the engine, transmission, and other vital components from damage. Bash plates are often thicker and more durable than skid plates, making them ideal for extreme off-roading conditions.  

What is a Skid Plate?

A skid plate, on the other hand, is a broader, flatter plate that covers a larger area of the undercarriage. It's primarily designed to protect the vehicle's fuel tank, transfer case, and differential from damage caused by scraping on rocks or other obstacles. Skid plates are typically made of aluminium or steel and are often thinner and more flexible than bash plates.

Why It Matters

Choosing the right type of underbody protection is crucial for off-road enthusiasts. Here's why:

Vehicle Longevity: By safeguarding vital components, both bash plates and skid plates can significantly extend the life of your vehicle.

Peace of Mind: Knowing your vehicle's undercarriage is protected can give you the confidence to tackle challenging terrain without fear of damage.

Resale Value: A well-protected vehicle often commands a higher resale value.

Improved Off-Road Performance: Proper underbody protection can allow you to tackle more challenging trails without worrying about damaging your vehicle.  

While both bash plates and skid plates offer valuable protection for your off-road vehicle, understanding their specific functions is key to making an informed decision. If you frequently encounter extreme off-road conditions with significant impact risks, a bash plate is a wise investment. For moderate to extreme off-roading, a skid plate can provide sufficient protection for the majority of your undercarriage.

By carefully considering your specific off-roading needs and the terrain you'll be encountering, you can select the right combination of bash plates and skid plates to keep your vehicle safe and performing at its best.

Source: https://hiluxbashplates.blogspot.com/2024/12/bash-plates-vs-skid-plates-whats.html

[onenightbreak]

what the hell is it about new places that makes me find a corner to hide in like some sort of prey animal

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[espoirose]

Kansas City Kitchen Example of a large trendy porcelain tile eat-in kitchen design with flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, stainless steel appliances and two islands

[shigussy]

I LOVE LEAVING WEIRD AND UNSETTLING COMMENTS ON INSTAGRAM POSTS‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️

[gloomwitchwrites]

There was this tiktok trend where kids and their mums would pull a prank on their dads by telling their mums to shut up...141 with a teenage son who tries it?

Anon, I am very aware of this prank. If mom is in on it, I consider it all in good fun, but omg, these guys would be absolutely stressed if they heard their teenage son tell mom to "shut up." Heads would absolutely roll over that!

Price is certainly old enough to have a teenage son on the older side. I would even say the same for Ghost. Gaz is old enough for a younger teenage son. With Soap's age...that's stretching it. BUT SUSPEND DISBELIEF Y'ALL. I'm aging Gaz and Soap up a bit for this one.

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Presented in two double drabbles and two triple drabbles.

Task Force 141 x Female Reader (w/ children)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, pranks, domestic, dad!141, brief suggestive themes, marriage

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Ugh. Shut up, Mum.”

There is a brief pause between mum and when the television remote hurtles across the room. Your son doesn’t duck in time, the hard plastic hitting his shoulder before bouncing onto the kitchen island with a loud clack.

Before your son turns, Kyle’s baseball cap with the Union Jack, soars through the air like a frisbee. This one your son manages to avoid, but it’s quickly followed by a slipper. It flies past his head, and you catch it out of the air before it makes contact with the front of the microwave.

You and your eldest son turn in Kyle’s direction as he manifests in the kitchen entryway, the other slipper in hand, poised to launch it at the first sign of any movement.

“Wanna repeat yourself, mate?” Kyle appears calm and poised, but you notice the subtle tension in his jaw.

“It was a joke, Dad! Promise!”

Kyle’s arm holding the slipper starts to rise.

“Kyle,” you say. His gaze flicks to you. “Just a joke. No harm. I was in on it.”

His shoulders immediately sag. Kyle shakes his head. Rolls his eyes. Heading for the fridge, he opens it up, grabbing a can of his favorite beer.

Kyle sets the beer down on the island, pointing the slipper at you and then his son. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No words come out, just an exasperated huff.

Kyle snatches up the television remote and sticks it into the pocket of his grey sweatpants. Keeping hold of the shoe in one hand, and his beer in the other, he gives the two of you his back, heading into the living room.

“No one bother me until the game is over,” he says over his shoulder. “And someone bring me my bloody slipper!”

John Price

"Fucking hell, Mum. Shut it."

John is up and out of his seat so fast you hardly see him move. He strides over to his son, yanking him off the stool by the scruff of his shirt.

"John! It's a prank!" you say quickly, reaching for his arm.

The boy is dangling in the air, toes just shy of touching the ground. "A prank?" asks John skeptically.

"Mum is in on it. Promise."

John sighs heavily and slowly lowers his son to the ground. The moment his feet touch ground, he tries to step away, but John holds firm, keeping his eldest child immobile. He leans forward a bit. Lowers his voice.

"Prank or no, you never talk to your mother, your sisters, or any woman in that manner again. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." John releases his son. "The lawn needs trimmed."

"Yes, sir."

Your son scurries away. It isn't until the door to the garage opens and shuts that John moves toward you. His arm drapes over your waist, hand landing firmly on your ass, squeezing hard.

"You're coming with me."

"To do what?"

He presses his lips to your ear. "For a different sort of punishment."

John "Soap" MacTavish

"You’re off your head, lad.”

With Johnny’s cold tone comes a tension to your son’s shoulders. He becomes rigid, sliding down into his chair like he can escape from his father by cowering underneath the table. Johnny comes around the corner, a bit of sweat on his brow. He's been building furniture all day for the nursery.

"Want to repeat that for me?" asks Johnny.

Your son’s voice cracks. "It was just a prank, Dad."

"It was what?" Johnny strides forward.

"It's a prank. I'm in on it. Promise," you say, attempting to soothe Johnny’s anger.

Johnny crosses his arms over your chest. "Is it?" He glances between the two of you and sighs, muttering, “Am pure done in.”

He disappears down the hall, returning with a stack of instructional manuals, dropping them into his son’s lap. "You're building furniture."

"But I—"

“You right scunner. C’mon.” Johnny yanks his son out of the chair, the stack of instructional manuals goes flying. Your son reaches for them all, desperately clasping them against his chest.

“Johnny," you call out, walking around the counter to intervene.

He glances over his shoulder, frown gown, sly smirk on his face. “Deal with you later."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Oi, Mum. Shut it.”

Your son is a wonderful actor. You’ll give him that. Even you almost believe him. Not that he would—he’d never—but his delivery reminds you of a completely pissed football fan ready to throw a punch at a member of the rival team.

He should consider theater.

Simon, your husband, is watching a rugby match in the living room. The television is on but at a low volume.

Within seconds of the words leaving your son’s mouth, Simon appears like a phantom guardian in the entryway. In one he holds the remote like a weapon. The other arm cradles his infant daughter. She looks like a small bean. Slightly curved as she snuggles closer against Simon’s chest as she sleeps.

He's not looking at you. He's staring at his son, gaze intense and full of fire.

You’ve seen that look before.

Mission abort.

"He's joking, Simon. It's just a prank,” you soothe, knowing you need to get ahead of this.

Not that Simon would hurt you or his son, but he rarely takes any shit. This prank was a gamble, and you’re completely regretting it.

"Don't mean it, Dad."

Simon just stares for a long minute. His daughter squirms and that is when he glances down, severing the connection. Observing her must change something in him, because his gaze returns to the two of you, and there is a calmness now.

Sighing heavily, Simon shakes his head, completely exasperated. The eye roll is so apparent it’s like a shout.

In the moment he was pissed—livid. But now he’s over it, more annoyed and unamused than actually mad.

Turning on his heel, daughter still cradled in one arm, Simon returns to his recliner, settling back into the soft cushions to finish watching his rugby match.

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[atrwriting]

thinking about logan only being soft with you.

when you first met him, you didn't think there was a soft bone in that man's body. all broken glass and rough edges, forced to tip-toe around trauma that you couldn't see and he wouldn't talk about. he was like that with everyone, though - and that's what you tried to tell yourself when it bothered you when he didn't return a hello, a smile, a wave...

until he did.

it was at night, after a long day. the rest of the crew that day was asleep and had been for hours. you sat in the kitchen - staring at nothing, and thinking about nothing - with a glass of whisky in hand. you weren't supposed to have it, especially not where the students could access it - but after a day like today? you figured it could slide.

logan had ventured in not too long after, much to your surprise. you didn't know he had trouble sleeping, even though you probably should've. you don't have rage like that without chasing ghosts everyday. he ignored your presence (no surprise there), and went straight for the fridge.

he usually ignores greetings, but would he ignore whisky?

"want something stronger?" you asked with his back turned to you.

he stayed still and silent for a moment, then cocked the side of his head over your shoulder.

when he brought over his own glass, you filled it with three fingers worth. you didn't want to bother him with small talk, especially after he had pounded his glass and you refilled it. he wasn't in much of a mood to talk, and you weren't in much of a mood for him to glare at you if you asked the wrong question. the silence wasn't the slightest bit comfortable, but you both had too many ghosts behind your eyes it seemed t see what the other had to share.

when you finished your glass, you slid the bottle towards him. "i'm heading to bed. finish it, if you want - or lock it up when you're done."

he only nodded in response, the day's exhaustion weighing heavy in his eyes.

after you had retreated back to your room, a few minutes or so had passed before you heard a knocking at your door. you were wearing your pajamas - shorts and a tiny sweatshirt - but at this hour? you were only worried if a student was hurt or needed help.

to your relief - and dismay - logan appeared when you opened the door.

"returning this," logan grunted, handing you the bottle.

"thanks," you spoke.

he stood there for a few moments after he nodded, silent, and you weren't sure why. maybe it was the whisky, maybe it was the lack of sleep... you weren't sure. in your case, it was both - and both were the reasons you asked, "do you... want to come in?"

he kept his brow lowered, but his gaze flicked up to meet yours. you barely interacted with him... you didn't know what he was thinking, and you figured he couldn't tell what you were thinking.

"it's hard sleeping alone," you admitted, holding his gaze.

his jaw tightened as he slowly nodded, understanding greeting his features. he followed you into your room, shutting the door behind you. he stripped himself down to his boxers and white tank top, and you tried not to stare. he was so damn handsome, but you couldn't make this weird. you just couldn't. sometimes talking didn't do anything, especially not when two broken people just want to be held.

when you both slipped beneath the sheets, your back turned to him, you pulled the sheets over the both of you. he settled in behind you, wrapping a strong arm around your midsection, tugging you up and against his strong chest. your ass rested on his thick thighs, and all you could feel was heat. not the heat that a space heater, blanket, or shower provided - but real heat. the kind that cured loneliness when you're not sure who you're missing. the kind that doesn't make the bed feel so big and empty when you have to get through the next day. the kind that makes you forget about every single fucking ghost you struggled to forget and remember at the same time...

and when he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, the feeling of his soft breaths sent shivers up and down every nerve ending. it was okay. everything was okay. you could feel it - it was tangible, and nothing and no one could take that away from you. bumps rose on every inch of your skin, but you welcomed the foreign feeling. your heart was blooming with adrenaline and excitement, but the exhaustion and the comfort was stronger. for the first time in what felt like forever - there was peace, and you almost couldn't believe it came in the form of the least peaceful man you had ever had the pleasure and displeasure of becoming acquainted with.

you rested your arm on top of his as you scooted back into him, letting your eyes drift closed. "goodnight, logan."

he pulled you closer. "goodnight, darlin'."

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"goodnight moon" lolololololool -L xoxox