When it rains my truck smells like the guy who sold me the truck. But that’s not so much of an issue right now compared to the transmission that is sitting on the ground next to it. My super-cool friends Gaston and Becky came over last weekend and we got really inspired and took it out and proceeded to drink beer and admire our handiwork. But then what should happen but was a whole series of incredibly complicated events involving a purveyor of used transmissions and his demented assistant in a part of town called Sun Valley, a blighted area of auto junkyards and chrome-plating shops and strip-clubs and customer-less taco trucks slowly bleaching in the sun. Anyway the vehicle situation is once again a problem but then I found Olga’s old bicycle and with the application of a little elbow-grease I got that sucker going as good as new. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve ridden a bicycle and I was a little worried that I wouldn’t remember how. But it turned out okay. |