I didn't think that anyone even remembered that. Preferring, perhaps, to
let that particular sleeping dog lie.
Elizabeth
At 09:08 AM 1/28/00 -0800, David Riker wrote:
>I think I'm going out to the garage with my MG World Magazine to look at the
>centerfolds....
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>Maybe the lady in the alley wasn't crazy after all.
>David Riker
>74 Midget
>78 Midget
>63 Falcon
>http://personalweb.sunset.net/~davidr
>----- Original Message -----
>From: Glen Byrns <grbyrns@ucdavis.edu>
>To: <spridgets@autox.team.net>
>Sent: Thursday, January 27, 2000 8:13 PM
>Subject: Re: OK, JOKES OVER!!!
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>> I confess. I did it. I brought down the bad weather for others by
>enjoying
>> our good weather too much.
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>> When I got home for lunch today, the sun was out, the sky was blue.... I
>> parked the Volvo way to the side of the driveway to leave room to back the
>> Bugeye out of the garage. Opening the garage door with hushed
>anticipation,
>> I gazed over the newly paneled interior (thanks Frank C.)and my heart
>began
>> to thump in my chest. Slowly I unzipped the tonneau cover, opening the
>> snaps one by one. Gently I rolled it up and set it aside. This ride was
>to
>> be TOTALLY open. The little silver key, now dangling alone on a separate
>> little ring (thanks Rick W.) teased and begged to be turned. NO! First a
>> gently but firm pull of the choke to just the right spot and a short tug
>on
>> the starter to stir the blood in its veins. Now grasping the key between
>my
>> trembling fingers, I turned it. The little red light told me now was the
>> moment... and I pulled the starter button. The red light was overcome by
>> the rush of energy pouring from the alternator (Frank C.) as the engine
>> started on the second rotation (thanks PO). I let out the breath I didn't
>> realize I had been holding and eased in the choke. A smooth and steady
>idle
>> purred beneath the hood (Crane Cams) and sent a vibration up my spine (bad
>> motor mounts). My breath now was coming in ragged gasps as I...
>>
>> Oops! coffee water is hot, gotta go now.
>> Regards, Glen Byrns
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