"The powers that be left me here to do the thinking." --Neil Young, "Powderfinger"
Monday, May 30, 2011
. . . for only a few days and then I'm on the damn planes again, this time to Louisiana. There I'll see both my family and Susan's family. Was certainly glad to get home. Only thing marring the return was that some huge piece of black plastic that goes behind the wheel well in my car just decided to come loose. I thought the damn tire was shredding, but no, that was this thing, whatever it is called, flapping against the side of the car! Needless to relate, I was a little perturbed about having to deal with this on my way home. Much easier than fixing a flat, which is what I thought I was going to have to do. I just ripped the thing loose and threw it in the trunk. If I know anything about these matters, here's what I predict:
The car cannot do without this thing, whatever it is
It will cost $400 to fix it
And a virulent pox upon all car repairs. I hate them. Doesn't everybody?