Now that Gale and Kay have finished up their last craft shows for the year and the marathon of preparing for the next ones is over for a couple of months I talked to Gale about this again. The critical path to me getting transportation appears to involve dragging this one in where a real mechanic can work on it, or dragging The Communist Toyota 4-Runner in for that purpose. I’m completely stumped with moving forward repairing either of them. Time to bring in the heavy artillery.
It’s been a year now, and I’ve been hoarding and pinching pennies and dollars all of 2011 to be certain I’d have the money to get one or the other a license tag, safety inspection sticker, and when I eventually decided I didn’t have the skill to fix either of them, a real mechanic. I’m more-or-less there now, or close to it.
It’s a toss-up and gives me a case of the fantods choosing one as the better bet, but I’ve settled on the New Truck over the Toyota. It has the potential capability of pulling some sort of dwelling on wheels, which the Toyota doesn’t. [Unrequited Love – I Coveted This, Fiddle-Footed Naggings and Songs of the Highway, Cat houses and such, Thursday morning meanderings]
So Gale and I agreed sometime during the week after Christmas we’ll figure out how to get that New Truck on a trailer and haul it to a place where people know what the hell they’re talking about, truck-wise.
Makes my hard pound louder just thinking of having transportation again.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 