So the road trip began. Naples to WV to Philly to Madison to Denver to Austin and back to Florida.
By the time I passed Tampa there was a terrible sound coming from the front of my car. And a shaking. Whatever. No problem. Can’t listen to the radio because of the volume, but no worries. I’m a guy. I can tough it out. Then I decided to pull over in Ocala. Well, it was kind of decided for me.
So off to the mechanic. Four wheels are better than three for cars. Need my car made whole.
As they were working on the car I heard some semi-human voices coming from the back of the garage. Sounded like a retarded child. I don’t need to go look at the retarded child. Yes I do.
So that’s what happened in Ocala.