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.
- Oh, a car pulled over. I wonder why.
- Oh, that don’t look good.
Oh, I see. So the front wheel tried to escape. Bending up the fender. That ain't no good.
So how did this happen? Bolts holding the wheel broke off. Awesome.
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 here’s the car being fixed. And the retarded child is in the foreground.
They really are taught to say things like "polly wanna cracker." This one lives in a cage in Ocala. In a garage. He should learn "this sucks."
So that’s what happened in Ocala.
