Learn to Drive (Part I)
Fantastic weekend. Action Packed even...
Here follows the tale of the drive of Wednesday the 24th...
Jeff Lee's grandmother got him a car to take down to SB from Davis. I decrepit little thing to be sure, but we didn't suspect much. In tow with he and I was David Tozer, and 3 other random girls also from SB. Yes, our spirits were high as we rode out that fateful morn. Then disaster.
Our tires began to disintegrate which caused a powerful vibration throughout the vehicle. We stopped at the McDonalds, (Capital of) King City in the middle of no where.
With the car unable to safely get us home, and the spare woefully inadequate for covering the distances we required at great speed, we sought aid. Eureka!
What ho! A local tradesman sympathetic to our dilemma! His wench gave us trouble though. She was to decline us service if we were to buy only but 1 roleur for our conveyance. Rather than risk their further deterioration, we acquiesced and did purchase 4 of the contraptions.
With the sun naught but beginning to wane, our spirits were light.
Our fair covenant of maidens did'st sing us sweet songs of mirth and gaiety as to make the muses themselves shamed.
As the sun dipped lower, morale went with it.
But Hark! A scout hath seen the tradesman approacheth!
Trundle in tow, he set at once to his task.
Perhaps it was a trick of the fading light, but methinks a sparkle of glee did'st manifest itself in the old sage's face.
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Legend speaks of a traveling smith who can entice stone itself to well up and blaze like the tonsils of Bismilah himself, and upon reflection the quiet power radiated by that humble man leaves no doubt we were indeed in his presence. That and this sign:
Our chariot mended, we set off into the paling light of the evening, leaving behind old tires, but bringing along new memories and friendships with the characters we'd met.
Then I got drunk off my ass on Road Trip Ale
Blarrrrrghhhh.........
Here follows the tale of the drive of Wednesday the 24th...
Jeff Lee's grandmother got him a car to take down to SB from Davis. I decrepit little thing to be sure, but we didn't suspect much. In tow with he and I was David Tozer, and 3 other random girls also from SB. Yes, our spirits were high as we rode out that fateful morn. Then disaster.
Our tires began to disintegrate which caused a powerful vibration throughout the vehicle. We stopped at the McDonalds, (Capital of) King City in the middle of no where.
With the car unable to safely get us home, and the spare woefully inadequate for covering the distances we required at great speed, we sought aid. Eureka!
What ho! A local tradesman sympathetic to our dilemma! His wench gave us trouble though. She was to decline us service if we were to buy only but 1 roleur for our conveyance. Rather than risk their further deterioration, we acquiesced and did purchase 4 of the contraptions.
With the sun naught but beginning to wane, our spirits were light.
Our fair covenant of maidens did'st sing us sweet songs of mirth and gaiety as to make the muses themselves shamed.
As the sun dipped lower, morale went with it.
But Hark! A scout hath seen the tradesman approacheth!
Trundle in tow, he set at once to his task.
Perhaps it was a trick of the fading light, but methinks a sparkle of glee did'st manifest itself in the old sage's face.
\
Legend speaks of a traveling smith who can entice stone itself to well up and blaze like the tonsils of Bismilah himself, and upon reflection the quiet power radiated by that humble man leaves no doubt we were indeed in his presence. That and this sign:
Our chariot mended, we set off into the paling light of the evening, leaving behind old tires, but bringing along new memories and friendships with the characters we'd met.
Then I got drunk off my ass on Road Trip Ale
Blarrrrrghhhh.........