I’m just sitting here shaking my head, trying to figure out how I want to phrase this bit of news.
The way I normally operate is to just tell it like it is and let things go from there, so here it is.
Long time readers will probably remember way back in February (I had to go back and look it up) when I found the key to the gas cap for the Bronco that had been sitting in a pocket of the dash about four inches from my knee ever since I bought the thing a year earlier, that I didn’t know about. I had been Jimmying the gas cap lock for a damn year and here the fucking key was inches away from my knee the whole time.
Well, now I can top that one.
I know, hard to believe, right?
Oh yeah, bigger than shit I can top that one.
I was out mucking the interior of the Caballero earlier today, that poor thing.
I have been treating it like a Farm Truck for quite a while now and there was crap all over the inside like I had been living in the fucking thing.
Empty paper bags, paper receipts, empty cigarette packages, Empty Energy Drink containers, old parts, new parts, ratchet straps, a tarp all wadded up and at least two hard hats rolling around on top.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Since that motherfucking Bronco decided to shit the bed on me, AGAIN, last week, I have been driving this thing exclusively.
I figured I had better clean it out and check the fluids, blah, blah, blah.
Amazingly enough, even after a 300 plus mile round trip to Coos Bay a few months ago, the thing hasn’t burned a drop of oil.
After I got all the crap stuffed in a garbage bag, I see the ash tray is full, again.
Honest to God, when I bought this rig, four years ago at least now, the ash tray was still a virgin!
It didn’t take me too long to bust that cherry though.
It’s the Old School style ash tray, where you have to push a big lever down in the middle and pull it out to dump it. I’ve done it at least a dozen times now.
So I yank it out and have to walk around the rig to the other side and shake all the nasty stuff into the garbage bag.
I’m shaking the thing and have to turn it around to get the last of it out and noticed something off about the back side of the thing.
Clever old bastard, the guy who originally bought this thing.
Bigger than shit, there is a spare ignition key, Velcro taped to the back side of the damn ash tray, which he never even used.
It’s an original copy too.
What the hell are the odds that it took me four years to find it?