The Island of Misfit Drunks, Part 3
Thanks, Hawkeye.
I've been a bit bummed lately as the Bird of Paradise keeps crapping on my head. I need to go to the ocean. I should have told bodhi to kidnap me.
“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”
I've been a bit bummed lately as the Bird of Paradise keeps crapping on my head. I need to go to the ocean. I should have told bodhi to kidnap me.
“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”
Yea, I had some mustang turbos blow up trying to keep up with my firebird.
According to all the research I've done, I can get a better deal leasing a new car than buying used. Just got to really squeeze the budget until I get a better job.
According to all the research I've done, I can get a better deal leasing a new car than buying used. Just got to really squeeze the budget until I get a better job.
I had an 86 Chrysler LeBaron GTS with the turbo 4. Maintenance headaches and more frequent service was the norm. The older turbos were prone to carbon build up and terrible lag as the thing spooled up. Fuel economy sucked. But I tell you, when all was well, it was a blast to drive.
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