Neanderpundit

I know that I’m harshing your mellow. I know that I’m driving my Exploder along at a sedate, grandfatherly 85 mph, because that’s what the prevailing traffic is running at. I see that you’ve flashed your lights at me. Yes, I saw that, again. Now that makes three times.

Guess what? if I get out from in front of you, you will simply have to flash your lights at the van ahead of me, and the semi ahead of her, and so on and so forth. You won’t be getting anywhere any more quickly than you are now.

Here’s a little hint. Do you see that ribbon of highway, just to your left? That’s called ‘The Fast Lane’. There’s nobody in it. I can see at least a mile ahead, and there’s nobody in it for all that distance. Ah, good! You found it! The only thing that could make that any better would be if you had found your turn signal! I know it’s in the car, you used it to flash your lights at me.

Now you can USE all that 126 MPH that your car is capable of. yes, I see your finger, I’m sure you ARE #1.

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Ah, I see you’ve met and are having a conversation with Mr Police Officer.

Karma is a stone cold bitch sometimes, isn’t it?

I love the stuff, but I gotta stop eating it right before bed.

I dreampt I was at a wedding- a black tie affair, outdoors, held on the big island of Hawaii, in Volcano national park. I had rented a very nice tux, the Ogwife and Oglet were dressed to the nines (I was forced to take the ogwife off to a private place and maul her several times prior to the ceremony, she looked so tasty) and everything was top-shelf.

The ladies had all been treated to spa treatments the day before, and the gentlemen had all had a real barber shave that very morning.

At the “Pre reception” we milled around, and drank spendy booze out of glasses blown just for the occasion. Girls were wandering around the grounds with scandium framed smith 38 revolvers, which they demonstrated were loaded with multicolored flares, and when requested, they would strap one on you in an ankle holster so you didn’t have to crease your tux. Apparently we got to keep the revolvers afterwards as well.

A table was lined with fine cigars and Savinelli Autograph pipes, which Giancarlo Savinelli personally made for the occasion. A similar table was covered with high end handbags containing tennis bracelets etc., for the ladies.

It was an incredible soiree, and we all sat down while the non denominational minister gave the speech from Princess Bride. Then the bride and groom, Tam and Roberta, paraded up to the minister and stood in the whyan sunshine. All I could think was “Tam and Roberta? A minister? ” I really am gonna have to lay off the wasabi trail mix just before bed.

Last night, because it was nice and cool (Only 82!) I changed the transmission fluid in the new(ish) truck.

I found this inside.

When Ford assembles the transmissions, they put in this little plug to keep the fluid in and the dirt out. They have a little pin sticking out the top, and when the line guy assembles it, he uses the pin to line up the dipstick tube, and pushes the dipstick tube into the transmission hole. The plastic part, harmless and too much of a problem to bother taking out at this time, remains in the transmission. Finding one in a trans means you’re the first person to ever be there.

So the trans in the 99 sploder is unmolested and in excellent condition. I’m well pleased.