So, a while ago I pulled a little too close to the stub distributor in a parking garage, and left my mirror hanging sadly. Andrew was all stoked to help repair it and come to the manly rescue, until he assessed what he'd need. I bought said supplies, and Andrew's steam disappeared. (I'm sure if everything was on hand at the time, I'd have a fixed mirror). I drove with a dangling mirror for several months until the wind seemed particularly strong one day and the mirror dangled in newer ways. I had driven to my brother's house and asked for a quick-fix from him. Dean and my brother-in-law Jim assessed the situation and produced the man's solution to everything - duct tape. So...Andrew now believes that it's fixed, and I haven't been able to get him to truly fix the situation. I'm not sure which was worse, the dangling mirror or the duct-taped mirror.
Monday, May 26, 2008
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wow, you sure had catch up day on your blog... :)
There were so many new posts, I couldn't decide which to comment on, but chose this one... because it reminded me of the car Jake and I had in Pittsburgh, the door just popped off in my hand when I opened it one day and from then on we had to keep that door shut... we called it our "white trash car"
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