She'll be back "strutting" her stuff soon. Chuck Pace ©2007
Yesterday Happens. So I got the call from Larry. He says, "You were right. That radiator was leaking. So we are going to replace it under warranty, but there is something else we need to talk about." I'm thinking, if it's Amway I'm done with these guys after this repair. But it was just something I needed done, a repair I put in the offing, now getting critical. The right front strut, she is cracked. She needs replacin' before there is a a chance of a failure or accident, which would leave a more expensive bill and a tow truck, if not something far worse. Even though I can hardly afford it I consent. There is $350.00 now or much more soon if I don't.
I don't want to be in an accident, like Christopher West. Chris was on his Honda Scooter, in the 'right of way' when a lady in a big old four wheeled monster ran him down, turned in front of him and bounced him off her hood and windshield. The scooter is easier fixed than the scootee. Five fractures in the right hand and arm, one in the left, and his cute little "Snoopy" Helmet (small brain-bucket as Rich calls it) and Goggles are all scraped up too It was there at the Chatterbox on Monday where we all heard the ghastly and sordid tale. I took pictures (what else) so the images and the consequences of them were still fresh in my mind when I was walking back from Conseco yesterday after lunching with the Missus, and nearly got Chris Wested by an SUV that didn't stop, or even slow much before turning on the red-light two feet from me in the crosswalk. I reprint the e-mail open letter I sent to a few select friends and family on my return to work yesterday.
An open letter to the rectum in the Murano who almost ran over me...

Dear Sir,
I apologize unreservedly for being in the crosswalk during the timed "walk" interval this afternoon by Conseco fieldhouse, causing you and your traveling companion to have to come to an almost complete stop at the red light presented to your lanes of traffic. I further apologize for for the mental anguish you incurred incoming up with the epithet to describe my transgression. I will, at my first convenience implore the Indiana state house and local governing bodies upon your behalf to make your travel path as pedestrian unencumbered as possible in the future. That and the pesky stopping on red lights that is so antiquated as to be barbarous. I wish only that I (the jackass) had known you were traveling that way before you slammed on the brakes entering the apex of your turn from the second lane over, I could have possibly ran the last few meters, or waited for a more appropriate time to cross. I am also truly sorry that I haven't got your name and address to alert my representatives of your far greater importance than mere pedestrian traffic in the grand scheme of things. Unfortunately I failed to record your plate number in my shame and emotional state after inconveniencing you. I have failed you yet again.

Chuck Pace
Pedestrian (or is that equestrian) jackass
I don't think I'd load into the back of a truck as easily as the scooter. Word(s) out, my brothahs and sistah's
Chuck Pace © 2007
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