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It’s snowing in the Skagit Valley. yay. Insulation.
I’m under the hood of a car, trying to get the engine out. My Mercedes diesel blew up in November and I’m finally getting around to ‘maintenance camp’ – you know, the kind of camp that IS NOT FUN. There is a woodstove in the shop, though. I did glean some wood. Yesterday, I filled up my pickup with gleaned wood, running a chainsaw that was so damn big I could barely lift it. I was at max heart rate so freaking quick and felt like I was in a crucible of my own doing. There is no man stronger than a man who is
trespassing. Fuck me – I am spending my holidays under a tarp with my car parked half in and half out of a ramshackle garage in Northern Washington. Largely uninteresting. My first bike frame, though, is done, except I lost the braze-ons for brakes and spent two days in ‘a gumption trap’ trying to find them. The frame jig sits un-used as I drop wrenches through my engine compartment. I have BBC news in the shop. AHHRRGGH!
Someone, please send me some weed so I can get through this malarky. The jar is empty. Three days and I still don’t have the camshaft removed. I know what the H stands for, by Christ. This Irish bastard knows. Beer :30?
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Did Hank Williams Jr. ever figure out how to fax a beer??
If so, maybe someone can fax you a dank bud.
GIT-R-DONE
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i changed out the blowed-up motor in a VW bug in a dirt-floor garage in winter in Bellingham once, wasn’t particularly amusing at all.
I gleaned some wood today, and yesterday for that matter. I pretty much glean some wood most days. Sometimes more than once a day.
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