I was missing $140 and my Berreta knife. I’m constantly losing the knife. I got a hearing with the VA about my Vietnam disability claim. During my Saturday workout I found the money in my fanny pack and found my knife in a pot I replanted, because some homeless individual stole one from in front of the headquarters.
The major of LA calls them homeless neighbors, but doesn’t a neighbor support the community? We’ve had our cars broken into, our friends attacked, trash is a constant problem from homeless and we’ve had our building damaged by the homeless. Great neighbors.
Today will be interesting. George is coming back to finish the body. Lupe is coming to discuss the epoxy primer and what comes next. We will hopefully install the Parachute box and discuss the canopy. The body is now dialed in and the parachute box is straight and strong. We came up with a fix for the nose of the Torpedo and I hope to start a firewall template. This is going to get interesting.
Every week is packed with action, but this week, hang on. Let’s take a humor break.
A chicken farmer went to a local bar, sat next to a woman and ordered a glass of champagne.
The woman perked up and said, “How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne too!”
“What a coincidence,” the farmer said.
“This is a special day for me; I am celebrating.”
“This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating,” said the woman.
“What a coincidence!” said the farmer.
As they clinked glasses, he added, “What are you celebrating?”
“My husband and I have been trying to have a child,
and today my gynecologist told me that I am pregnant!”
“What a coincidence!” said the man.
“I’m a chicken farmer, and for years all of my hens were infertile,
but today they are all laying fertilized eggs.”
“That’s great!” said the woman,
“How did your chickens become fertile?”
“I used a different rooster,” he replied.
The woman smiled, clinked his glass and said, “What a coincidence!”
–from El Waggs
Okay, it’s Wednesday and the Weekend Round-up is late. Fuck it, we’ve got shit to do and next Monday we need to pick up our windshield. Plus, a new leather shipment is coming in, including Micah’s race suit.
Yesterday, I had a long conversation with a DAV representative and there’s hope for me, maybe. George came over and we took the top off the Torpedo, so he could glass the back of the parachute box. Then Jane called. She’s a local antique wheeler-dealer. She wanted to bring a guy over who buys antiques and sells them to Japan.
Jane and Michele arrived and poked around, but I was scrambling to get shit done. He pointed at small shit and art, and asked me how much. He wouldn’t make me an offer. I didn’t have time to fuck with negotiating with him, so I had to pass for now.
So, here’s my list for the next couple of days. I would like to meet with Lupe and discuss the Epoxy Primer. I need to build a template for the rest of the firewall and figure out a plan for installation. I need to replace the Barnett clutch cable. I installed the wrong one.
I need to run to a small shop in Bell Gardens to have fold-up seats measured for the Van. And I’m going to launch a small tech about my Grandson’s Dyna and how his thick-walled Lindby crash bar saved his ass in Northern California. Hell, I need to clean the shop and prepare for Micah’s return to the mechanics of the operation.
I also need to hoist the Torpedo and take the bottom off for some final modifications. Plus, I’m just about to finish another Cantina Episode. Oh, and I need to talk to Yelvington about their shocks. I may need to lengthen them, and Mike told me I could easily adjust them from 9.5 inch to 10 inches in length.
What else. Fuck it, I’m burnin’ daylight.
Ride Fast and Free, Forever!
–Bandit
