There's nothing like having someone pissing in one's cornflakes while they're still in their own world, and on a Sunday.
I had an auction pickup, took off in the Mazda. Was going to stop at the stop sign, foot went to the floor. Emergency brake worked though.
So I took the Tundra.
Temporary repair, cut the line, hammer it flat, weld it closed.
Hit the brakes and the imaginary boot kicks the passenger side ass end up in the air. Making sure hand is on the wheel, as I tried without and almost ditched it.
Haskaps are ripening up, so netting is going up.
Carpet bombed the garden the other evening. Seems to have downed the ticks.
Not a great day, hate it when weird people invade my space.
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