John reconnected with the lovely Betsy Tuesday. It was a heartwarming scene as the big galoot embraced his sweetheart after lo these many months. When we arrived Betsy was smiling through a long charge from her perch above the Victorville valley floor. The sun shone, birds sang and all was right in the world.
The mechanic, the erudite Austin Stockdale, told John that his 1986
Vanagon would take him anywhere his heart desired but that an oil change wouldn’t
hurt. That’s when John’s eyes glazed
over. Oil changes and John Farnsworth
are words not uttered in the same sentence.
John said he might top her off instead.
There’s no arguing with that, ahem, judgment. But I digress.
It seems to me that Farnsworth was mighty lucky to have
found Austin. The guy diagnosed the
problem, a cracked distributor cap, replaced it and housed the wayward bus for
six months or so for pocket change. Merry
Christmas and a hearty ho ho ho to you, sirs.
The pics included capture the magic moment for all to
share. Happy trails John Farnsworth. Write when you learn how.
2 comments:
Haha! Just found this. I've been up to my eyeballs in "oil changes" on my electronics virtually ever since you took these glamour shots!
Haha! Just found this. I've been up to my eyeballs in "oil changes" on my electronics virtually ever since you took these glamour shots!
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