Hunting

I have returned from my hunting and gathering. Were I actually on the hunt as a caveman, this trip would be summed up as "Well I got the mammoth, but I busted my arm".

The good news was that my final drive was pronounced "damned near factory new" But my spare cardan/u-joint was described as "iffey". So I ponied up for a new one. 245.00. ow. oh ow. Then we went through my list of gaskets, seals, cables, etc. More money. And then...sort of like the Who on tour in the 70s when they were smashing instruments...and as described by Roger Daltry: "When you are a thousand dollars in debt, you worry. When you are a hundred thousand dollars in debt, you really worry. But when you are a million dollars under...fuck it, put another on my tab." And I asked if they could order me a set of header pipes. "Oh we have some stainless ones in stock" . My wallet twitched and moaned, but I took em home.