The Fita

The fleet of Hondas is expanding. They're kind of taking over the homestead. Back in 2018, when the newly minted adult Rachel was in the market for her first car, she wanted a manual, and then she wanted to learn to drive said manual. We searched and searched, she and I, and happened upon a... Continue Reading →

Protuberances and Soft Spots

Well, we've officially entered the era of external after-market vehicular prosthesis. Thus far, we have made a habit of making mincemeat of what most auto manufacturers would herald as a vehicle's reasonable use-by date. We pump money into our armada when most self-respecting folks would have driven her to the scrapyard, or more likely to... Continue Reading →

Done

The catbird seat has been ejected. The might Yukon and the big heave After the looting, there was little to prevent us from ripping that baby out, and this morning, the man hooked up the chains and gave her a few good snaps. Easy peasy. The million pound root ball is still mid-yard, angsting him,... Continue Reading →

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