I have 2 vehicles; Casper, a white 1997 Nissan pickup w/ just over 103,000 miles on him and Sexy Red a "Basque Red" 2014 Honda CR-V I bought on Valentine's Day, 2014. She's almost at 6K miles and nearing ready for her 1st oil change. (Ok, I don't get out much!)
Anyway last time I took Casper out for a spin he was chugging and sputtering pretty badly. I put him on the battery charger for some 13 hours or so and now he seems ready to haul anything the neighborhood places in my sights. He's also due for an oil change which I can do myself.
Casper was named by my friend, Arlester. I was just calling him "Little Truck". Arlester, aka "Bubba" is a 6' 4" (or more) 325 pound (or more) colored fella I worked w/ when he named Casper. Bubba needed a ride home after work one morning and even w/ the bench seat all the way back he was squished and folded in ways a big man ain't supposed to fold!
Hey! Talk about scary strong? One morning we had just gotten off work and somebody had parked too close to Bubba's car for him to open his door and get in. His solution? He hunkered down, got his big mitts under the wheel well of the offending vehicle, picked it up and moved its ass end about 2 or 3 feet! I know the man well enough to realize he's really just a big ol' softie but... DAMN! God have mercy on anyone who really pisses him off. As Andy Griffith said one time on The Andy Griffith Show, (more or less), "I'm generally a peaceable man. However I can be riled into action."
Any fool who riles Bubba into action God have mercy on his soul for I fear the big man will wreak havoc upon his ass.
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