Thursday, I left the house without a pocketknife. WITHOUT A POCKETKNIFE!!!

Used to frisk myself as I left the house, wallet, watch, smokes, lighter, keys, knife. I’d as soon have left the house without pants. Then it became so ingrained I never had to think about it. Thirty years of shining sanity, and now I’m starting to forget shit again.

Last night I saw a guy changing his serpentine idler pully. In his GELANDEWAGON.

I’ve seen a lot of Lotwork over the years but I’ve never seen it done on a $75,000 truck.