Geo go-go

Alas ...



the peanut has died.

It happened Sunday night ... or scratch that, 4pm Sunday near work. I stopped at an Autozone for oil, but it was too late. When I started my car, it blew out smoke -- burnt oil. I drove the several blocks to work. At the end of work, I drove about four blocks when the sad little thing died.


I called triple A and after 2.5 hours (1:00 am Monday morning), I got back to my town (2:30 am). The mechanic here looked at the car (4:14 pm) and called me that it was time for a good burial for the car.

The tow truck driver was a chatty man ... talking about just about anything. It was a long trip. I'll not have to do that twice, I hope.