Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Cruz is on Hold
SO, the last poster was not meant to confuse, only to not reveal the suprise funtruck tour to The Finger Lkes region for a 30th B-day celebratory wine tasting tour on Cayuga Lake. HAppy B-day again Jen. It was quite the weekend, a wine tasting tour is something every grown adult should do at least once in their life time. The Frankensteiner was the libation station for the weekend stocked with cases of goodness, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. ( More about the frankensteiner later on) The Pinto rented a house right on the lake, and we had a fantastic crew for the tasting and after party. Mr. X and I stayed up with the fire until about sunrise to cash out the remaining beers.
It was a marvelously planned weekend and way too much fun. Thank you Pinto and Jen for the hospitality. I returned home in a roundabout way with a case of wine and a thorough appreciation for the new and different tastes that wine can provide.
I arrived late in the evening Friday and missed the turn to the lake house a couple of times, back tracked, missed again, lost phone reception, missed a few more times. Not a big deal I was in the Frankensteiner and roadtrippin is what I do. When I finally found the specific dirt road pull off drive that lead to the digs for the weekend I was psyched until half way down the road to the house, I could see the lake and my brakes went soft. Not just soft, pedal slammed to the floor to get a bit of slow down action soft. I didn't fill my pants, but I did realize that something was incredibly wrong. I made it to the parking area and stopped, brake fluid was leaking from ass end of my truck like a pinched off garden hose. I didn't want to put a damper on the weekend so I found the time later to duct tape where the leak was. When I left Sunday I stopped at a parts store and bought some fluid and filled the tank. It didn't last long and I didn't want to go back.... I kept driving and made an emergency stop in 'Cuse. ( Thank you to the McG Family for the two days of surfin while I waited for the repairs to get finished) I coasted into a Monroe Brake place at 9am on Monday since everyplace was closed Sunday afternooner when I made to the Central NY. I sat at that G-Damned place until 5pm.... It still wasn't fixed, they replaced all the lines and the Master Cylinder. They had a part delivered and it was a busted piece of junk so they had to have a Rochester distributor over night a part for this morning. I made it back to my place at noon today 5days after the initial problem, 3 since I started my return trip. "The frankensteiner is no longer the name of my truck....it's official new nickname is the BITCH-Rod Frankensteiner." I have now replaced basically every part of it since I purchased it used 4yrs ago. Bitch-rod Franknsteiner (BRF) seems to fit, and from hence that will be the name. I can't tell you the number of things that went through my head while traveling 25mph the 75miles to Syracuse white knuckled and ready to double foot the brake in an instant. I was frazzled.... still am frazzled. I can't count the number of times some higher being decided to turn red lights green for me on the trip just as I realized I wasn't going to stop. IT IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE TO DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE USING THE E-BRAKE FOR NORMAL BRAKING, don't let anyone lie to you. I've done it.... and survived.
The guys at Monroe had catcher mitt sized hands, and they had no qualms about balling them up into fists and pounding me in the old "O"-ring with'em. I know that they do lube jobs at the place it's a chain after all, but they were against using the lube on my fuzzy white ass.
All future ShaggyBob's Funtruck Booze Cruz adventures have been postponed; I'll be setting rain dates when I can make them feasable, I'd like to thank the McG's "thank you for your generosity my fam". I mentioned something about my networth with regard to just my bank account about a week ago. At the time it was the day before payday and I was worth 2 bucks for every year I've been on the planet. It is decidedly lower now with the balance hovering at I owe money for every year I've been alive now.
If it's not one thing it's another, I've decided the lemonade from the lemons in my life could now fill a bathtub and I'm hopping in with some steel wool to bathe, scrub scrub scrub all day long.... and I'm opening my eyes under the lemon water just for spite. I'm going to cut up some habeneros, not wash my hands and go take a whizz to wake me up from this dream.
Had I thought about the whole situation rationally; instead of like a scared little gigham skirt wearing sally, I would have at the initial realization popped on the flight helmet, backed up the lake road, strapped in and parked my truck further into the lake, head butted my steering wheel, had My buddy Pinto drop kick "Spine me" and called my insurance company to get a new vehicle. Hind sight is 20 x 20.
Rain Dates will be posted and I'll try to get ahold of all that were in the plans for the up coming weeks. My hotmail account is on the fritz so expect a few calls and some apologetic Shagginess. Willem and Kate, I'm going to try to give you a ring in a few to chat in person...I'm just waiting so that I don't interrupt your dinner. Willem I have to skip the Nippo "CC" tweak of golf on Saturday and shall not be making the run up your way On friday. I would If I could swing it, but it's not in the cards.
On a totally different note, Congradulations to Jenn E. and Brett on their engagement this past weekend, sorry I won't be able to celebrate with you this weekend.