Neanderpundit

Drove the Sploder on it’s first road trip today. Not a big trip, only a couple hundred miles.

But when you develop a relationship with a vehicle, when you lose it for a month odd, and you get it back… it’s like getting back on an old horse, one you know and knows you, and you fall into old patterns again.

She feels fine. She has more power than I remember but then who knows how long the pulley was failing. The exhaust guys also had some kind of trouble, which I think should be a simple enough repair (assuming they will, I think they will) It manifests itself in a small noise under load. All in all, miles better than before, and I feel ready for another 200,000 miles. She’s outside my window now as I write this from my suite in Ohio.

Yes, I do have an attachment to my vehicles. Even the van, now, has become one of the family and will be treated as such- so happens that the van will easily transport the motorcycle.

Broad is bemoaning the lack of useful warmage in her crapper, and I can definitely concur; this sucks.

When I was a kid, Gramps had bue ticks. Big, stinky smelly dogs. Partially smelly because t hey had a habit of sleeping in the crappers. Or on them, to be more accurate.

See, Gramps had indoor plumbing but for many years they;’d used an outhouse, and it was still there. Hell, if someone was using the house crapper, you STILL used the outhouse.

So as often as not, you had to chase off a dog. There was an old horsehair brush there, to sweep off the ticks and fleas that the dogs generally left on the seat- and we always dosed the dsamned thing with a liberal sprinkling of flea powder once or twice a week- but man, the seat was always warm when you sat.

Once I remember having to push the thing off it’s foundation so a dog could scrape his way out, having fallen down the hole. And I remember more than one cold fall evening, shooing a dog off a hole, and sitting down on the warm seat, scritching said dog betwixt the ears in thanks for keeping my place.

Look: We’ve done our part. We haven’t been spending as if we’d already won. And we purchase tickets at the prerequisite intervals.

We just feel the whole process failing us. Especially on Monday Mornings when we must drag our asses out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to go to our jobs and take the Oglet to school, instead of hibernating as should be our right.

Please get your act together. We’re not looking for a huge win, a quarter of a billion or anything like that, we just want enough to finance a long nap every year. November until, say, May.

Regards
The Ogs