The Doctor has Infected My Home

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For those who don't know, "the Doctor" is Valentino Rossi, the fastest man alive. He is the reigning champion of Moto GP motorcycle racing. He's also a spindly, ubergeek who is at least as goofy lookin' as the class nerd you remember from shool days.

As can be seen in the drawing my youngest daughter has a crush on him. She tore out a magazine ad featuring him, took it to school and told her friends she was "in love". They told her he wasn't "cute".

Her reply, "No, but he's fast and he wins races."

I haven't figured out just what to do here...... I guess I don't have to beat him publicly unless he shows up on my doorstep, but past that I am at a loss.

The Phone Call

Nate: Heyman! Whatcha into?

JACIII: Not much, tillin' the garden.

Nate: Hey, um, somethin's wrong with my bike.

JACIII: What'd you do? (insert accusatory tone)

Nate: Nothin'! I didn't do anything, man. Um, it won't idle.

JACIII: It's outa gas.

Nate: No it's not! It's got plenty of gas!

JACIII: What's it doin'?

Nate: It runs, but it won't idle.

JACIII: You mean you can hold the throttle open and it will run, but when you let off it dies.

Nate: Yep.

JACIII: It's outa gas. The float bowls are emptying out.

Nate: NO IT'S NOT, DUDE. Listen, I just looked, there's all kinds of gas in the tank.

JACIII: OK, turn the idle adjustment screw up until it will stay running without you holding the throttle open and call me back and let me know how many RPM's it takes to keep it runnin'.

Nate: OK. (click)

INTERMISSION - Get popcorn, coke, Junior mints.....

JACIII: Yeah!

Nate: It's outa gas.

JACIII: Told ya'.

Nate: Fag.

JACIII: You good to go?

Nate: Yeah, got reserve. I'll make it to Joy's.

JACIII: Alright, Be careful. And don't pester Joy.



They will always be my little brothers.

Been quiet around here...

The weather is perkin' up and my afternoons have been spent at the forge. I will post pics of some of my handiwork soon. Expect no artistry, only the brutal persuasion of fire, anvil, 160lb of wild swingin' redneck, and a $130 hammer.