Jingle F***ing Bells...

On my trips south i cant help but observe cars and the sounds and the tires. Even here, in the city.So many low,almost flat baldass tires.
Bad u-joints worn out brakes abd whatever.
When i worked in town, the shop faced the street, chevy blazer drove by every day, for a month i had to listen to grinding brakes. “Who does that?”

I do that too.
My neighbor pulled in one day with a car he just bought from across the street asked "How do you like my new ride?"
I said "Not bad for a six cylinder".
He said "No, it's a V8" and I said "Not right now it isn't".
Luckily it was just two plug wires crossed but he had no idea it wasn't running right.

We have a loud ricer down the block that I swear takes 5 seconds to shift from one gear to the next.
Slowly slides into the next gear with a big gap in between and drives me crazy.:D