So, as Peter the Parts Pimp said..."They shoot financial planners, don't
they?"
So, as ever, whenever there's work to be done, The Thicko formerly known as
"Dr. Fine" is the first to volunteer. So, we needed to move a bunch of the
fleet around in advance of SOS. Also, since Larry's looking for a winter
getaway for his Austin Pickup truck, so, there was a method to his madness.
We moved out my VW Notchback, rolled it to the bottom of the lot. We moved
out the camper, and backed the Suburban in to hook up to the small trailer
that FrankenSprite's been residing on. We had to jockey the trailer around
to avoid some things. Larry "supposedly" drops the trailer on the hitch, and
I pull out of the cold side of the shop. As I clear the shop, I hear a bad
noise, and in my mirror, discover the trailer, with the car on it, has
liberated itself from the Suburban, and is hurtling toward the Type III on
the downhill slope. I'm thinking to myself... "This can't be good."
I also see Larry, doing his best old man run, and making guttural, inhuman
noises as he tries to catch up with the runaway trailer. (What, he was going
to do if he caught it???... I have no idea...).
So, I turn my attention back toward the immanent doom of "Bugeye on trailer
meets VW Notchback". Miraculously, as the trailer hits the VW, the VW front
tire rides up and over the trailer. The bumper just creases the rear fender
of the Bugeye, and bend up a fender flare that was due to be removed anyway.
I look back, and Larry's on the ground. Is it fatigue? Is it shame? Is it
embarrassment?
No, it's a formerly attached Achilles' tendon, and Larry's hurt. Oh boy. A
couple of painful steps confirm that foot ain't happy. Off to the hospital
for ol'... and I mean ol' Larry. He sees the orhto dude tomorrow, and, no
doubt, won't be worth a shit for SOS. But, we'll get him a Sanford & Son
chair and park him by the beer cooler.
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We're having fun now...
-----Original Message-----
From: Larry Daniels [mailto:ladaniels@sbcglobal.net]
Sent: Thursday, November 16, 2006 8:00 PM
To: Wm. Severin Thompson; spridgets@autox.team.net;
team-thicko@autox.team.net; healeys@autox.team.net
Subject: Re: SOS '06 update part 1
----- Original Message -----
From: "Wm. Severin Thompson" <wsthompson@thicko.com>
To: <spridgets@autox.team.net>; <team-thicko@autox.team.net>;
<healeys@autox.team.net>
Sent: Tuesday, November 14, 2006 7:59 AM
Subject: SOS '06 update part 1
Well, well, well..
SOS '06 is the day after Thanksgiving, Fri & Sat, November 24 & 25.
Here's a <pic <http://ourdreamfarm.com/WST%20and%20MF%20copy.jpg> > of the
Thicko shop. (The late, jazz great Maynard Ferguson was here last year for a
party)
Things are progressing nicely for our annual gathering of the faithful.
Some needs.
It would be helpful if everyone that shows up brings a can of brake cleaner,
and a pack of paper towels.
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Band-Aids. Bring Band-Aids. The damn place is dangerous.
Remember when you were young and you carried a condom in your wallet just in
case, by some wild stretch of the imagination, you might need one on some
oh-so-fortunate evening? Well, when you come to Dream Farm, you should
carry a Band-Aid in your wallet just in case some imminently more likely
event is to happen. Details (scars, etc.) to be divulged at SOS '06.
Also welcome are St. Christopher medals, bulbs of garlic and any other
fenders of evil.
LD (AKA Dr. Fine)
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