enh…. still working on the proper places to shift… which is wearing. I’d be fcking euchred without a tach… which is a thought I have had many times over the last week or so. Thank you gentlemen and ladies, for making such a thing as a tachometer.
and sad frown, an accident… upside down vehicle, two cop cars, bottom of the hill, check engine light comes on. Flashy lights past the cops, don’t look don’t look, can’t trigger a migraine. Doesn’t look like anyone was injured, as there are two cop cars and no other emergency vehicles. Then, at the left turn from Gaglardi onto Cariboo, the guy second in front of me is a pal from work, in whose car I have recently been riding, and he’s clipped the driver of the equally expensive (and tasteful) car in front of him. The next sentence deleted on the cross eyed and hard breathing insistence of my lawyer. It’s bad enough that I’ve identified him as my coworker.
That’s my cue.. Keith just came in.