Neanderpundit

Pascal made mention of this in a post back below, and it’s a kind of an interesting idea.

You’re in the middle lane. You want to be in the left lane. You turn on your left turn signal. The guy in that lane, where you have room to be, accelerates to prevent your entry.

Now, with Pascal’s plan, you turn on your turn signal, and the guy behind you in the adjacent lane gets an egg in the face- IF he accelerates rather than letting you in. If he backs off, he’s fine. If he maintains station, he’s fine. If he accelerates, blammo.

Now, Pascal is a nice guy. Too nice for his own good, in fact. I used to think paintballs were the answer. These days, I think the only balls I want to send towards rude drivers are minie.

Seems the exploder has exploded.

Nice.

The new exhaust did nada to improve the operation.

In fact, the bastard runs the same, if not worse- and there’s a nasty tendency for the right rear exhaust manifold to glow bright red.

So it’s rentals for a while, while I gather my armies of darkness
resources. Plan is to get the BIL’s van titled and use it while getting the pieces in place for the truck. I spect it will need a new top end, and that brings on a whole category of while I’m at it, so I might very well find myself doing a lower end as well.

Good lord.

No official title yet, but he’s been paid 8 million for it.

Ah, hell, why review it, when I can just copy/paste it here?

My name is Ted Kennedy.

My father was a criminal two bit hustler who made it big by being in bed with the mob.
Daddy used his ill-gotten gains to make kings, and he did it so well that he made my brother President, even though he was inept at the job, and used his position to poison our government with mobbed up guys. Even more amazing was the fact that he got me a Senate job, even though I murdered a secretary that I had knocked up. I now overindulge in the alcohol that made dad his millions, and I’m a comic figure everywhere on earth, except to the sheep too stupid to see what a worthless piece of filth I am.

Everyone who bears My daddy’s name is a turd, and should be flushed.

There you go! Hope you liked it. Send me 10% of the $40 you would have spent on the book, and we’ll both be tickled.