3/30/12

Obviously the Bluetooth in Fiona pissed me off the other day. Fortunately, the car is so bitchin’ to look at and drive I was able to forgive it. I'm still broke ass, but I have a bitchin’ ride. I fingered I otter come in here and give y'all a last day of the month sort of thing. Tomorrow John and I will be going to Oklahomo to pick up a car. Way back when, when I had the Pimpmobile, a 2005 Dodge Magnum, we delivered this very car to this guy. Apparently it has sat untouched since we rolled it into his garage. “So what?” you say? Well, I traded the Pimpmobile for the blue Versa. The blue 2007 Versa I bought in the summer of 2006. That car, the one in Oklahomo, has been sitting untouched for six years! Oh wait, that shouldn’t surprise ME. Shit, George has probably sat almost that long on the verge of being ready to go back on the road. No, that can't be right… can it? Hmm. Yeah, I suppose it could be… ok, I don’t want to think about that any more. Shut up. Lalalalalalalala! I can't hear you! I can't hear you! Lalalalalalalala! Anyhoo, the plan is this: I'll go to the shop after work and get the trailer. Tomorrow morning I'll pick John up at 0730h. We’ll head to Oklahomo and get the car. We’ll stop for lunch in Paul’s Valley at… um, The Pig Shack? What was it called John? I can never remember the name of the place. [ Bob's Pig Stop, it's been open every day since the Great Depression. Literally. - SM ] Anyhoo, we’ll grab some ribs and then bring the car to John's house. From there I guess I'll take the trailer back to the shop. I kind of wanted to load Bobbi (the Honda motorcycle) in the back of Fifi so I could take it to the Swamp Meet at LaGrange Field Sunday, but I think we’ll just put it up on Craig’s List instead. I think I shot some pictures to John this morning so he can do that. We’ll see what becomes of that. So, there’s all of that going on. Oh, I was thinking this morning about those Bart wheels with the monster-assed 225 Yokohama tires. I think I want to try and put them on the Chickenhawk. You know, whenever I get around to plopping another engine in the Chickenhawk. I think those monster steamrollers would be tits on that car. Oh crap! It is almost 1130h! I gotta go catch Larry so we can go to lunch. I guess I'm going to call this rant, and month, complete. We’ll see if I go ahead with that threatened hiatus starting next week. Toodles.