Tim J. wrote:
Yep. Some kind of auto-related curse going on here for su
1) I'm driving back from Penns 2002 and blow out my car's air
conditioner.

Well at least I let you follow me across the high water on Elk Creek.
Oh, you only had hip waders. Oopsy.

2) I'm driving to the Mass Appeal 'clave and blow out a tire.

I am not responsible.

3) I'm driving to meet a wandering roffian who strayed into New England
for supper tonight and throw the main drive belt after getting about 70
miles from home. Spent the evening in the company of a tow truck driver
instead. Thanks goodness for AAA Plus, or I'd be staring at a $300
towing bill!

Well, I had dinner at the Cuban Grill across the street. The food was
marvelous. Sirloin tips with Mojo sauce, garlic mashed potatoes and
grilled asparagus. Since you never got here, I'm not responsible.

Somehow I manage to drive back and forth, up and down across the entire
East Coast, from Maine to Florida, and never need so much as a quart of
oil, but throw another roffian into the equation and things get fubar.

Yah know, kinda sounds like a periodic maintenance problem to me.
Maybe next time. One of these days, I'm gonna set up the Boston
Massacre Part Troix. Sorry I missed you.
By the way, who forgot to pay the heating bill for this friggen state?
Walked out of the hotel and the wind chill was about 0! Time to head
back south of the Mason Dixon line.
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Frank Reid
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