An acquaintance manage to bugger up one of his pistols so I did a little gunsmithing work for him. He's happy it's fixed and I'm happy it wasn't a nightmare job.
Our governor got caught red handed violating her own decrees handed down from on high. Instead of just admitting it and apologizing she's so far come up with three different lame ass rationalizations. Credibility has tanked to zero. Pretty much guarantees she's going to be a one termer.
My suspect that I've never had properly made hush puppies because I've never had one I could choke down.
I always felt that way about tamales until I finally had a good one. I don't know what it is about tamales- they don't look that hard and I don't know why so many people make them so badly. Properly made, New Mexico green corn tamales are a delight.
There was one armadillo sighting. He was napping in the authorized use only cut-through on a divided state road. THree vultures had descended, and one was doing a Happy/Victory Dance, like he'd scored a kill.
He should teach that dance to Dumpster Divers . . . .
Last night I thought a covered parking structure was the typical cantilevered style. It wasn't. Had I cut the wheel sooner, the tire would have hit the post that I couldn't see in the massive front pillar of the Prius. Nosed into it just ahead of the tire into the right, front quarter panel. Finished out the night with duct tape holding the front bumper fascia on.
Bought a couple of footballs, a dinging spoon and a body hammer. Already have a body hammer or two but I had to buy another one in a kit to get the spoon and some door panel dollies.
Popped one of the footballs, popped out the dent.
Mostly.
Got decent fitment with an hour of tappa-tappa-tappa-cuss. Got the fascia to clip in. Replaced the destroyed retainer, where the sheet metal screw goes, with a zip tie.
Good as new in a form follows function, and ugly is only skin deep sorta-way. I'll replace the panel, but this got me the high-speed run-worthy to go get the offspring today.
I've been looking for the spoon anyway because on a generation II Prius there's a little ridge on the nose where the Toyota symbol goes. My badge disappeared in the car wash and I'm not real big on symbols anyway I like the leaded in, debadged look. My mom once had the rear TriStar taken off her 123 body TD Wagon and the holes filled by a guy that uses real lead, then repainted it.
While I had to spoon out I went to work massaging the nose and without even beating up the paint got rid of the ridge, so it doesn't seen as obvious that there's a badge missing. I was willing to destroy the paint because I had already touched up missing paint there anyway just from the poor job the top coat is. When I first contemplated doing this I assumed I would have to cut it, weld it and do some bondo but a spoon alone did the job and I was amazed it didn't miss up the paint. It helps that the guy that chintzed out on the paint job didn't use catalyst so the paint is relatively soft for a year's old paint job.
Bike is sorta dry. That means that the bike is mostly dry buth that the seat has a bit of water in the cushion where it gets in around the stitching.
So a bit of a ride with a dmap ass will be in Wat's near future.
The "pandemic" has been fortunate for the metheads. Now they have an excuse to cover their rotting teeth. It's good for us, too, as it filters their breath. A bit.
Off to load and then to Wiggle's and then the Open Road.