Inspector-Gadget
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Re: RE: Broke a shock mount
Went to the marina a few days ago -- despite daylong warnings of severe evening thunderstorms.
Gadget is not easily deterred from his appointed rounds.
Throwing caution to the winds (little did I know), I fired-up the Bubbacon, full soft-top minus doors and windows, and drove to the boat to there putter for a while.
On the drive home, dusk approaching, the t-storm hit. Boy, did it hit!!!
The storm hit -- full blast -- just as I stopped for a red light atop a bridge that overpasses Interstate-81. No place to go, totally exposed, trapped like the proverbial drowning rat.
The sturdy Bubbacon rocked from side to side in the wind. Wind-driven rain entered the driver's side and exited out the passenger side. Your now drenched but erstwhile Jeeper sat there being pelted, both hands holding on to his beloved baseball cap to keep it from flying away.
Sitting there, helpless, wondering why I cannot see through the windshield, despite having the wipers on high-speed. Finally realizing that I cannot see because of the lack of wipers on my eyeglasses.
A mini-van stopped to my right. Sensing that I was being watched, I looked over to see a soccer family...all of them looking at me with facial expressions like they were seeing a Sasquatch.
Thinking how to be suave and debonair in these conditions, I drew a blank. The only thing I could think to do was to give the indigenous van-ites an enthusiastic Jeep wave.
So, I did.
The traffic light then changed to green, and I crawled forward to arrive home 20 minutes later -- one very soggy Gadget.
This, of course, was a source of much amusement for Mrs. Gadget.
No matter -- she will forget about this and stop the good-natured ragging on me in a few weeks...or months...or years.
And that is why I love my Jeep: it reminds me from time to time, as no other vehicle can, that I am a but a part of the bigger whole and still able to experience and enjoy the vagaries of nature with the glee of a child.
Regards,
Prune fingered, Gadget
Went to the marina a few days ago -- despite daylong warnings of severe evening thunderstorms.
Gadget is not easily deterred from his appointed rounds.
Throwing caution to the winds (little did I know), I fired-up the Bubbacon, full soft-top minus doors and windows, and drove to the boat to there putter for a while.
On the drive home, dusk approaching, the t-storm hit. Boy, did it hit!!!
The storm hit -- full blast -- just as I stopped for a red light atop a bridge that overpasses Interstate-81. No place to go, totally exposed, trapped like the proverbial drowning rat.
The sturdy Bubbacon rocked from side to side in the wind. Wind-driven rain entered the driver's side and exited out the passenger side. Your now drenched but erstwhile Jeeper sat there being pelted, both hands holding on to his beloved baseball cap to keep it from flying away.
Sitting there, helpless, wondering why I cannot see through the windshield, despite having the wipers on high-speed. Finally realizing that I cannot see because of the lack of wipers on my eyeglasses.
A mini-van stopped to my right. Sensing that I was being watched, I looked over to see a soccer family...all of them looking at me with facial expressions like they were seeing a Sasquatch.
Thinking how to be suave and debonair in these conditions, I drew a blank. The only thing I could think to do was to give the indigenous van-ites an enthusiastic Jeep wave.
So, I did.
The traffic light then changed to green, and I crawled forward to arrive home 20 minutes later -- one very soggy Gadget.
This, of course, was a source of much amusement for Mrs. Gadget.
No matter -- she will forget about this and stop the good-natured ragging on me in a few weeks...or months...or years.
And that is why I love my Jeep: it reminds me from time to time, as no other vehicle can, that I am a but a part of the bigger whole and still able to experience and enjoy the vagaries of nature with the glee of a child.
Regards,
Prune fingered, Gadget
