Friday, August 12, 2011

Bad brakes

I didn't make it out of the parkinglot without dealing with my first two problems. One is my shoes which have lost all relevance in the world of shoes. My screws put in last fall having fallen out and the water pouring in freely.
The second was locked emergency brake after a month of leaving it engaged in the rain. foolish. This took some time to free and the problem probably isn't over yet. Will I ever get out of Mary's Harbour? The skipper said I should buy a house and wait for spring. What's stopping me? A need for master's degree in advanced jazz guitar from Madrid university? Or mexico city? Or Guatemala where my fabled utopian farm community awaits where cucumbers grow like wolf flowers in the desert?
Or is the problem that the government doesn't trust me in Canada or USA and I resent the decade long war for oil THAT DOES NOT AID OUR PROSPERITY BUT ENABLES OUR David fucking Mamet can drive in circles in Santa Monica feeling proud about his pathetic stageplays. For that we slaughter Iraqi peasants. Repulsive.
My feeling is that Steve Jobs is like Joseph Goebbels and anyone who disagrees is like those who thought Hitler was a benign leader in 1936. It's so obvious to me that the ecological holocaust is being sold to America like fruit loops enriched with 12 vitamins and minerals.
But I'm just a hippy fixing his van in the rain and bugs in a parking lot in Labrador. What do I know?


Anonymous said...

I always wondered about you people who drive an automatic, putting on your e-brake, like the transmission is going to arbitrarily break and start moving in motion on it's own, I have to say, you deserve it.

Anonymous said...

Spiders where?

Got your Postcard. Of course we are behind you and the wolf, 100%. What do you need?
I need the Ball Joints changed on the Chevy. Whatcha doing for the winter?


Oggy Bleacher said...

The spiders were nesting inside the brake drum. No close up pics at this time.
As for adding insult to my injury, on a 40 year old transmission on any kind of slope, my feeling is to let the brakes take the weight rather than the transmission which is worn like an old man's hip joints. But this only works for a few hours. After that you are better off putting hippies or harp seals behind and in front of the wheels to chock them while the tranny is in neutral so the tires are taking the weight. Under no circumstances should the van be driven hard through the rain and then parked indefinitely in the rain with the e-brake on.
We get what we deserve in more ways than one.

Ball joints on the Chevy. no problem! This winter, I'm going to resent parts of my life that I have previously neglected. I want to spread my regrets evenly over my past.

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