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Is it true? Is it feasible? Has the Case Of The Dodgy Volvo Gearbox reached its d�nouement? I kept thinking of ways to put it off... lengthy disgorging at the recycling bins, trip to town to return yet another installment of the Sopranos second season, also featuring the Sunday Paper Crusade. And then I was back home. Faced with it. Crisp Arctic air, finding the one unprotected spot above my socks and wrapping its teeth around my calf like am icy-fanged Pit Bull. The only known antidote, immersing onesself with petroleum distillates. Stat. Forgetting the Haynes Book of Spells. Jacking here, rotating there, unbuttoning bolts, lowering... and Voil�! The Solenoid Of Frigidity is no more! I love that satisfying "click" that signifies a stubborn bolt has finally loosened its tenacious grip... The Money Shot in this transmission porno flick. Wakka-Chicka, Wakka-Chicka. As usual, there were other signs that more needs to be done, but the shakedown cruise boded well. Though Tomorrow may be another story. On said expedition, met up with Slick Wille, AKA the Ugly American... fresh back from his own cruise--in Argentina. How different our definitions of excitement are, these days. I. Still. Need. A. Vacation. Somewhere warm after the New Year, maybe? Drive until I find barefoot weather? Deliver me from the Holiday Season. |
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