The Great Web Site. WTF, over?
I’ve come to the conclusion I’ll consider it an electronic business card at this point.
Trying to get the new Civic in gear on the great hills of Troy. I have new respect for gravity. And will shortly be buying new tires for Happy. (The car’s name. Tim HATES that name, but I think it rather fits. It seems like a happy little thing sitting in the driveway). I peeled out so bad at one light the elderly lady behind me stayed several car lengths to my rear. I guess she thought I might be some crazed street racer. Maybe two decades ago, sure, in this case, I just can’t get the feet to act in concert with clutch and gas and keep stalling my ride. It’s more impressive when I do it with the SUV. Folks forget those babies DO come in standard, and when I let loose in the six cylinder yuppie-mobile, you can hear it across the damn Hudson. No wonder I make Tim nervous when I drive. The good thing about stick is it’s the only way to keep me engaged enough to be safe behind the wheel. I zoned too much with automatic.