I should expect nothing less.
I an headed to Santa Barbara tomorrow night for a conference, and I am hoping to meet our own HisStigness for lunch Thursday. After lunch, I head to Monterey to share dinner with an old friend who really knows wine, then court Friday morning. The weather has me concerned.
He generally follows me around and hangs close. You may have noticed that he is very photogenic.
Big storm coming in. Dinuba today to talk about workplace safety, Santa Barbara tomorrow to talk to auto shops, Monterey Friday for court.
My wife called. She took my son to Kohl’s to get shoes, and someone smashed her window. Fuck.
I went to a small independent restoration shop that was dirty and busy. I talked to the owner, Mando, who seemed like a good guy, even though he admitted he had never worked on an old Celica like mine. He was confident that he could do the work, but had to research parts. A couple of times during this process I did…
It isn’t green anymore, but still needs work. But I needed to clean the filter ahead of the storm that is rolling in. It is supposed to rain hard, and then I will be traveling for work. Santa Barbara Wednesday night, Monterey Thursday night.
Some samples of what the new shop is sending me they are going to replace struts & towers in front, idler arm, and do an oil change. He says I have a small oil leak that he said to wait until we have to do something that has us tearing it down more.
In a week, I will be in Italy for a 10 day vacation in a tour with my family.
I took her for a spin around the corner because I don’t like any car to sit too much, but she isn’t quite roadworthy enough for regular use.
I think Toby is a handsome boy.
I am most upset that I have to spend my money on some boring shitwagon instead of making the kid’s T Bird’s 429 Thunderjet crush his enemies, see them driven before him, and let him hear the lamentations of their women (if they can hear it over the straight pipes).
I let it speak for itself. This was my Saturday.
I am having lunch at my local bar and grill, and I get an awful phone call.
Pulled the exhaust off the Vespa to see what blew last week. All the exhaust and gasket parts were in good shape, thankfully, because customer service for hand made Italian exhaust is nonexistent.
He is persistent.
Robert Shaw was so fucking cool.
No Sunchaser. Hopefully worthy substitutes
It came by FedEx yesterday and I activated it today. I like it. My wife just switched from iPhone to Pixel2+. She is happy, and likes it better.
No Sunchaser this weekend, as it is in the shop.