crunch and crack

I got into a fender bender w/ the Country Squire (crunch). She and I and everyone else involved are fine, but for various reasons the incident necessitated me finding my own car. Voila:


Tragically, on the first day I bought it a rock jumped up and bit the windshield (crack). I'm over it now, though.

Anyway, we have here one of those adopt-and-rename situations. "Fit" is too tidy. It's a dead heat between The Red Menace and The City (Urban?) [E]Squire. I'll take votes and other suggestions too.

The ol' Country Squire is for sale now, if someone wants a mostly functional sweet old thing great for hauling your stuff around.

This blog seems to mostly be about vehicles.

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the great north platte chicken emergency

I left my apartment unlocked for the last two weeks whilst I was out of town for reasons not interesting enough to explain. I worried a little bit about it, but not too much--it's pretty safe here. And when I did get back, everything seemed pretty much as I'd left it. But when I made dinner, however, the absence of my friend the chicken timer became disastrously apparent (burnt burritos). I don't know how someone could be so cruel as to burgle my chicken. Alas. Let me know if you see her around. She looks like this:

come back, Kicky!
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