Neanderpundit

My word, where do they come from?

My favorite was the guy in the Mercedes E63 who
a: Couldn’t decide which lane he wanted to be in
b: Couldn’t afford a $20 bluetooth headset for his phone
c: Couldn’t talk on the cellphone without hand gestures
d: Couldn’t make up his mind if this was his exit until he was already half a mile down the ramp, and then veered off the ramp and back onto the highway, narrowly avoiding collisions with several other vehicles, and
e: once he FINALLY hung up the phone, weaved and jumped around in traffic flashing his lights and honking because EVERYONE WAS CLEARLY GOING TOO SLOW (traffic flow was about 75).

ijits.

bit the dust last night. I like the stuff, and it likes me a LOT.

So much so that I spent the whole day cropdusting.

The customer I was at today, I walked through the office three or four times, but i never dropped any bombs there. What I DID do, was to leave a few just outside the office entrance to the plant. And did they have hangtime.

I was working on a machine very close to the area, and I got to watch several people walk out that door, and begin retching or run holding their nose.

Still have it, after all these years.

And the new Sploder is settling in fine.

There are some things I’m getting used to. It has better gas mileage by about a mile and a half a gallon. I think this is partly because it’s missing several hundred pound of skid plates the older sploder has. Some other changes, like this one has sway bars as big around as my wrist. And a panhard bar that is attached like the hubs of hell.

it doesn’t make it a sports car, but it does have the decades old, solid 302 ford V8 in all it’s cast iron glory. And last night, I ended up on a job fairly far away from home, and I didn’t get finished with the job until fairly late.

So I had some empty expressways for the trip home.

And I put her through her paces, carefully.

The lighter frame makes her a little nose happy in wet but the suspension improvements compensate well. The Yokohama tires are pretty forgiving, too, they tend to let you hang it out a little bit more, then they bite down and carry you into the apex, as long as you don’t puss out and back off the gas at the last minute.

No. Not a race car. But capable and plenty strong for my purposes, and just fun enough to push a little, throw the ass aroiund a curve, raise a little hell.