2006 Story Set
| Date: July 10, 2006 Tommy Tacoma was out dirt-running on the playa (where the desert heals itself - where Burning Man is held) with my son and his partner (Tommy does not drive himself). Tommy hit a rather large dune. Hard. There was a strange new noise. Whooops! Tommy busted a spring (rear suspension on a 1998 is 3-leaf - faulty). Strapping it up with leather ----- the "boys" ran to the hot spring where they skinny-dipped in a hot spring by diving off the back of the truck (the tailgate) - oh of course. Because this is what grown up boys (we are talking 30 for my older son) do on their days off. What else? I can't complain. I brought my baby black adorable cute I Love It! MacBook and the big DSL Modem (and the assorted wiring) back from San Diego last week and had a brain-freeze. I could not plug it back in correctly. Who did I call but the skinny-dipping Programming God. First we debugged all the wires. Then we decided to check for a dial tone---. It's called operator headspace. I have 2 plugs - BOTH supposed to be active. Guess not! So --- I owed him. After all, he had set up the MacBook for me to go down TO San Diego in the first place where I enjoyed several days. It was too hot to do a lot - except the last day - but I did start emptying the garage in prep for the restored and valuable 64 VW Beetle. Which will surface one of these days. ($16,000 rebuild - car worth $25,000-30,000 and climbing. Show car.) I have refused to ever sell the beetle - which I bought new off the ship and drove to California (well, my first husband drove) with a litle UHaul on the back all the way from Connecticut. Car outlasted all my husbands (two), my boyfriends (serius ones, six) and every job I ever had (too many to count at this stage). I did not survive the Programming God. My younger son wanted it fixed. He was eyeing it. Thought if he got better he'd take it apart and rebuild it. Mommy is rebuilding it for him. The Programming God meanwhile said he'd take a MacBook for Christmas. Well, I got a phone call Monday (the 10th) at work. "I broke my truck!" $1000, $2000, $3000? Ooooops. A little much for him at this point. Help! So I swapped him a rear suspension for a MacBook for Christmas. Now I have to figure out how he will get the truck under the Christmas tree with a bow on it. HA HA. I have suggested I would like to run in the desert one week-end. Naked in a hot spring. My son said - OK --- but WAY down stream----- My sisters had conniptions when she heard this. Hey! I am old, fat, nearly white-hired (like I'd ever let you see that) and nearly 65! I have no rules! Tommy will be up and running shortly. (Yes, they drove him back from the desert - dog-legging it. But the Tacoma is one tough truck and the Dueller A/T Revo tires (his set) are not too worse for wear. They actually look pretty damn good.) 120,000 miles on his 1998. 80,000 on my 2002. My Revos are "like new" and my Tacoma hummms all the way to San Diego and back. It's on these trips that I make up my stories about CHiPs. Hummmmmm. |
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