“Hey honey. A guy I know from the internet and his girlfriend need a place to stay on their way back to Michigan with an even older, jankier Mitsubishi than anything we’ve ever seen. They’d be happy camping in our backyard, but can we let them crash on the floor in the guest bedroom?”
[ Like, one year later… ]
“Hey honey. Josh and Kim are on their way home with another, even older, jankier Mitsubishi. And it’s falling apart. Keith’s going to unlock the shop so Josh can borrow the welder and I’ve got some introductions to make. You cool to watch P while I run up to the shop for a couple hours?”
If we only knew, right?
I spent Mother’s Day weekend this year doing old, janky Mitsubishi shit with you. What’d we figure, 42 hours in two-and-a-half days worth of hustle, grit, and glorious, Dunkin Donuts coffee to replace Fezzik’s engine?
And that’s just scratching the surface.
Much love, brother.
Don’t let the bastards grind you down.