Snowrain

Well, happy new year, and all of that crap. The new year. What is it really? Merely another way for Big Calendar to force you to upgrade to the new version of their tree-killing products. I wonder who's campaign Big Calendar has a grip on this election cycle.... perhaps McCain... Big Calendar must be telling him "Too Old? No Way! Look at how many years you have left to do some good as a Lib... I mean Conservative!"

Anyway, today we had our first Snowrain of the year. Yes, snowrain. It's that big fluffy snow that falls out of the sky around lunch time and builds up just in time for the commute home. Every jackass with a license now thinks he's either 1) A stunt driver able to handle anything, or 2)A Pussy that must drive 3mph the whole ride home. But I digress... Snowrain. Once home, and finally eating my (now cold) dinner, the Snowrain turns into a mushy sloppy mix as it melts away. Before bed time, it's gone. Tomorrow morning, I"ll be driving to work on dry roads. F'n snowrain...

Work on the stang continues at a slow pace. Almost a stop. No, not because of the weather, but because I broke my clutch cable. The car's almost 20 so I guess it is time for a new one. It's actually a $100 kit that should take about an hour or so to replace... Such is life when you shift gears like a mad man...

From SVT 3:16:
"And the dynos rumbled, and God spoke 'Take thine camshaft and heads upgrade, install it upon thine car, and own the many ricers!' And thus Mustang, son-of-Ford, begat of the Carroll and the Shelby began his reign in the rear-wheel-drive world. And God looked down upon it and saw it was all that and a bag of chips."