MORE THOUGHTS FROM THE GARAGE

 

JOHN

 

 

            Well, it’s been an interesting spring for the Beast and I.  I took a chance between raindrops to crawl underneath the car and see what damage winter did.  All the year-old stuff is still shiny; no squeaks or rattles; no new leaks, although the old ones are a little bigger.  My pet spider is back.  The spider had quite a construction going under the passenger side of the dash.  She’s going to pissed – I removed it all including her stash of snacks.  Not to worry.  I’m only in the car a few hours a week and she has all week to build and hunt.

            Except for last year, I’ve had a spider in the car for a bunch of years, nesting up behind the mirror.  Always thought it was kind of neat when I’d take a hard corner, or mash the gas, the spider would poop out a thread and swing around until everything calmed down.  Then she’d crawl out of sight until the next violent maneuver. 

            I even washed the car twice so far this year.  I polished the wheels, too, with the assistance of Jim Gable.  Which brings up this point.

            When I wash the car and leave it uncovered, the birds have come to think of it as their personal toilet.  When I cover the car, I’ve never found bird shit on the cover.  What’s up with that?  Are the birds in my neighborhood breaking my stones?  Or do they only let loose on certain colors.  My cover is blue.  Does anyone with a blue car get shat upon?  I can’t stretch my imagination enough to believe they hold it in until the perfect moment.  Ahh….the interesting life of an outside car.  My jeep is two feet away and nary a dropping.  I’m thinking of swapping parking spots for a week just as an experiment.

            One more thing: We are in serious need of ticket sales and Raffle items for the Pasta Hop.  It’s time!  Buy your tickets now before I call you at some ungodly hour.  Shake down everyone you can for Raffle items.  An Army of One can only travel so far. 

            Thanks,

                        John

 

(Oh my.  Creepy spiders and bird poop.  We can always count on John for something special.  Ed)

 

 

 

 

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