Exhausting The Options
October 28, 2015
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Wednesday, Oct 21, 2015, 8:45 AM
What follows beingness Part III of a Racer's Final(s) Diary
The tenuously attached exhaust has me confined to the correct lane of the interstate, observing a self-imposed speed confine of 65 mph equally I scan the side of the route for an auto parts store, Walmart, anything that powerfulness sell baling wire too brackets. I spot a Tractor Supply likewise late, having already missed the exit. Deciding it is withal my best option, I larn off at the adjacent exit, figuring I tin honour it.
I receive down my search driving through the town of Marion, VA, named for Revolutionary War General Francis Marion too plainly the birthplace of everyone's favorite testicle shrinking sickly sweetness imbibe "Mountain Dew". Stumbling upon a NAPA auto parts shop first, I halt there. Amber, a bespectacled immature blonde inwards a camouflage coat drinking Wawa coffee, tries to assistance me, only cannot honour whatever baling wire or brackets. Her managing director comes over too tells me they don't commonly demeanour whatever exhaust brackets. How the hell tin an auto parts shop non demeanour exhaust brackets? Finally, on some upper shelf inwards a forgotten dorsum room 1 is located, covered inwards thicker dust than Tutankhamun's tomb. I exercise this to brand a to a greater extent than company repair to the directly custom 'slash cut' tailpipe, narrowly avoiding tetanus equally the razor precipitous edges tear my shirt. There's nil similar beingness the guy crawling to a greater extent than or less nether his vehicle inwards the parking lot of the NAPA swearing too talking to himself.
While this takes tending of the occupation amongst the latter 1/3 of the exhaust system, at that spot is directly the barely attached middle 3rd that sustained harm equally a effect of swinging to a greater extent than or less for 200 miles. Amber is helpful plenty to reach me directions to the Tractor Supply I saw from the highway too I am off again. As I knew they would, TS has baling wire, too then I purchase 100 feet for x bucks figuring I tin wire the whole fucking van together if I involve to. Once 1 time again I am crawling to a greater extent than or less nether the van, only a unlike parking lot this time, too then a whole novel bunch of people larn to brain to me cursing too mumbling to myself. I can't telephone telephone it a repair, "cob job" beingness a ameliorate description, only either agency I know that exhaust isn't going anywhere until I larn dwelling too hack it off. I hitting the route again, trying non to notice that the voltmeter on the dash is non reading it's common fourteen volts......
What follows beingness Part III of a Racer's Final(s) Diary
The tenuously attached exhaust has me confined to the correct lane of the interstate, observing a self-imposed speed confine of 65 mph equally I scan the side of the route for an auto parts store, Walmart, anything that powerfulness sell baling wire too brackets. I spot a Tractor Supply likewise late, having already missed the exit. Deciding it is withal my best option, I larn off at the adjacent exit, figuring I tin honour it.
I receive down my search driving through the town of Marion, VA, named for Revolutionary War General Francis Marion too plainly the birthplace of everyone's favorite testicle shrinking sickly sweetness imbibe "Mountain Dew". Stumbling upon a NAPA auto parts shop first, I halt there. Amber, a bespectacled immature blonde inwards a camouflage coat drinking Wawa coffee, tries to assistance me, only cannot honour whatever baling wire or brackets. Her managing director comes over too tells me they don't commonly demeanour whatever exhaust brackets. How the hell tin an auto parts shop non demeanour exhaust brackets? Finally, on some upper shelf inwards a forgotten dorsum room 1 is located, covered inwards thicker dust than Tutankhamun's tomb. I exercise this to brand a to a greater extent than company repair to the directly custom 'slash cut' tailpipe, narrowly avoiding tetanus equally the razor precipitous edges tear my shirt. There's nil similar beingness the guy crawling to a greater extent than or less nether his vehicle inwards the parking lot of the NAPA swearing too talking to himself.
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| Custom exhaust fool! |
While this takes tending of the occupation amongst the latter 1/3 of the exhaust system, at that spot is directly the barely attached middle 3rd that sustained harm equally a effect of swinging to a greater extent than or less for 200 miles. Amber is helpful plenty to reach me directions to the Tractor Supply I saw from the highway too I am off again. As I knew they would, TS has baling wire, too then I purchase 100 feet for x bucks figuring I tin wire the whole fucking van together if I involve to. Once 1 time again I am crawling to a greater extent than or less nether the van, only a unlike parking lot this time, too then a whole novel bunch of people larn to brain to me cursing too mumbling to myself. I can't telephone telephone it a repair, "cob job" beingness a ameliorate description, only either agency I know that exhaust isn't going anywhere until I larn dwelling too hack it off. I hitting the route again, trying non to notice that the voltmeter on the dash is non reading it's common fourteen volts......
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