I got to drive my ca-aar....

Finally.

First, while I was doing a pumpkin hayride yesterday morning, Eric put the tranny fluid in. When I got back, we put on the hood. Then, he went back to work and so did I... on the car.

Got it washed (more like scrubbed... what the hell do flies eat then shit, anyway? India ink and superglue mixed together? Christ...), got the interior cleaned, glass done... and did hayrides in between. And, drove da Bird out to the field each time... *grin*

Last night, after the last hayride, I took the electronic locking thing for the hatch/trunk outta the blue bird, BY MYSELF (Rob only verbally said what to do, then had to go) and installed it into the white one. Eric did the wire-splicing horse shit and ... it works! We dood it!

Then, I ran to the store for "equipment", as it were and "topped off" the gas tank to make up for the old gas that was in there. I say "topped off". It was more like, said "Fuck this, man" at $20.00, then saw to my relief it was just past "full" with that much, anyway. Somebody oughta be ashamed of themselves for gas prices like these.... *shoots at look toward D.C.*

Today, so far, I've run one hayride, with another coming up at around 2:00pm (yes, in the freakin' rain, too...) and I've also fixed a running light, cleaned all the detritus out from under the hood and around the hatch and I'm currently being frustrated to no end by that idiotic excuse for a spare tire and all it's accoutrements. There's a certain, special way it all fits together and bolts down in the wheelwell, but, so far, it's winning.

I will ultimately triumph, however, because if this shit don't get it's shit straight right quick, it's gonna "fit" in the shed really well. I'm not gonna listen to a bunch a rattling and shit rolling around back there and I'd call a tow truck before I'd use one of those mini-doughnuts as a spare, so... keeeeep playing, ya stupid tire... G'head. Punk.

Another thing I hafta do is re-do the redneck chrome around the T-tops. I told George not to take them out, but... does he listen? Nooooooo.

I mean, it IS a clue if they are already "sealed" (or seated into) duct tape, is it not?

Well, not to him. Not even being told expressly to leave them be seemed to get the point across and as a result, when I got done washing the car yesterday, I noticed that the console was kinda wet.

And, it's raining today.

He'll be here later and if this is a clusterfuck to fix, I will beat his skinny lil ass.
*shaking head*

Back to it, then...
Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 12:16 PM

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Posted by: Mad Mikey at October 29, 2004 01:03 PM (xGZ+b)

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