We had TWO Christines, in fact, Dudley. We got the first one from an auction. She was happiest when she was spewing flames out the manifold and several times set off our smoke alarms with her exhalations (not to mention the fact that she ruined several of his coats by burning holes through the arms). The second was given to us by someone who decided to get a plow. She was identical to the first (Mr. Chili thinks, in fact, that she was even the same model year) and while she wasn’t given to literally breathing fire, she loved to jam up and conk out at the far end of the driveway. Both of the wretched bitches were rolled to the end of the driveway sporting “FREE!” signs. They’re now either parts or are torturing some other poor bastard.
What I'm Reading:
I've started reading The Doomsday Book. by Connie Willis. I was planning to read it as a paper book, but I found myself stuck in a long-wait situation and downloaded it to my cloud. I'll read it in both formats; I don't mind switching between the two.
So what became of Christine?
We had TWO Christines, in fact, Dudley. We got the first one from an auction. She was happiest when she was spewing flames out the manifold and several times set off our smoke alarms with her exhalations (not to mention the fact that she ruined several of his coats by burning holes through the arms). The second was given to us by someone who decided to get a plow. She was identical to the first (Mr. Chili thinks, in fact, that she was even the same model year) and while she wasn’t given to literally breathing fire, she loved to jam up and conk out at the far end of the driveway. Both of the wretched bitches were rolled to the end of the driveway sporting “FREE!” signs. They’re now either parts or are torturing some other poor bastard.
Does this mean that if I got lucky and lived in your part of the world, I would not be able to run in the winter?
Oh, no, Carson; plenty of idiots… I mean ATHLETES… run in the winter….