A couple of days after the Convertible came out of the shop I got word about the truck, which was towed at the same time as the 'vert. The timing chain was the culprit and the damages to the wallet being greater than the value of the truck Jenni and I grudgingly conceded that the battle was finally lost. The last two times the truck had been in the shop, both within 6 months of this 'final straw' had added up to nearly a grand of our scarce and hard earned money. Another $700, plus the inevitable promise of more problems on the 24 year old transport, and third vehicle, made the hard choice the right choice. It was time to give in and give up on the money pit, especially since we each have a way to get around without relying on the other or re-arranging our schedules on a daily basis to ride in together.
Chuck Pace ©2010
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The skies have stopped crying for awhile but the argument is not over yet. The clouds are still angry and there is sure to be more tears soon by their tempermental looks. Jenni went off to meet a friend, literally. I ramped up the Bimmer, literally and changed the oil while it rained a few hours ago. Then, that task out of the way and the rain waining for a while I moved tbe Bimmer to the drive and cleaned the garage. The car windsheild was next, then a coating of rain-ex was applied. So even if there is another fight in the heavens I should still have a clear path ahead.

10 minutes before I took this photo it looked like armegeddon.
Hours later and all I can say is, boy did I get that wrong. The evening turned out to be nice and the Butler BullDogs beat Michigan State and advanced to the Finals against Duke!
Chuck Pace ©2010
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The day was eventful, the night full of events. Jenni and Jessica drove to B-Town to be stirred at the Blue Bird. Ingrid Michelson was playing in the tiny, confined, general admission venue, and Jen and Jes were a mess trying to see the stage or hear the sets. In fact it was so disheartening that the dynamic duo made way to Indy before the marque Michelson made a moment of musical memories.
The best part of the day for Jenni was getting the wind in her hair and the wheels beneath her accelerator feet. The 'Vert came out of the shop at lunch time, and then it was game on for the bride of Frankensteins driver.
Meanwhile in the heart of Final Four country Mr Frankenstein driver stopped into Taps for a pint, then headed to the Avenue to procure pooch prizes for the blind Terrier and another libation. Ms. Maggie was at the helm in the musical mothership, on Mass Ave., so a visit was required. She played a snippit of Mayer Hawthorne, an it was enjoyed. Then she said he's at Radio Radio tonight, and I have a plus one ticket. I perked up like Maxwell House on a chilly January morning. I could be the one to plus I gushed and she was non-plussed by the thought. thus it came to pass that I saw a great rock'n'roll, do-wop, soul show at Radio Radio.
When I got home I heard that Jes and Jen didn't even stay for the main act, and I felt bad for the girls. Still my day was good, and I think in the long run Jenny and Jessica still had a good night too. To bad it was April 1st, but I don't think Jenni will get fooled again.
Chuck Pace ©2010
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