As an admission, I am officially behind schedule on the blog but we need to delegate blame to a guilt trip a certain person placed on me. Apparently queuing up a few posts is second on the evil meter only to kicking an elderly woman down the stairs because she is impeding your timeline to rob a convenience store. Being haunted by the stigma this would bring to my parents, I was forced to immediately stop using the post buffer to compensate for busy times of the month. Of course, now I am left foregoing all charity work and our annual prairie dog mission of peace to free up enough time to bring you this month’s quota. When those dogs take up arms and start ravaging our countryside that person is going to have some apologizing to do!
I’m to close to completing my 4th year of blogging to blow my quota now, so it’s time to get to it. Today’s post comes to us courtesy (and by that, I mean lack of courtesy) of Bridgestone.
As a little level setting, Linda and I finally gave up dealing with all the annoying problems we were having with our Dodge Durango. The car was actually fun to drive when it was actually working but it was plagued with electrical problems. This was similar to problems we had with our Grand Cherokees. During our hunt for a new car we were ignored by a dealership while trying to buy an Explorer (shocking at the time because they were in the middle of the economy crisis and cash for junkers was in full swing). After a few other failed dealerships we broke down and checked again at Dodge – guess what, they decided to get out of the large SUV business with what appeared to be a failed attempt with the Aspen. Frustrated, we stopped into Toyota, had a wonderful experience and promptly came home with a brand new SUV (built in San Antonio so hold the complaints). This vehicle has been mechanically free of errors since we bought it with the exception of the special deer magnet (link here). BMW could learn a few things from this automaker (link here).
Now is good time for the BEFORE shot:

hit the jump to read “The rest of the story”.


Sorry everyone, you are going to have to wait at least another post for birds. I know you are all upset, but I wanted to get this observation out before I forgot it. This one happened a few weeks back while driving home late one night. For some reason I can’t remember exactly why Linda and I were out that particular night, but since this occurred on I474 near Bartonville, I am guessing it was ..wait.. wait..brain making gyrations… binary tree search through long memory initiated… preempted with an aggressively pruned quicksort and now for a reverse recursive validation loop… Ding – oh yeah, we were heading back from a Dog Show just outside of Forsyth. We were in our big Toyota cruising down the highway in an unstoppable deathtrap. At the mercy of the car gods we could make it home without the evil carbot taking over control and sending us on a horrifying journey straight into the nearest wall… although I guess I could just pop it in neutral and coast to the side of the road but that won’t get the journalist to come a running now will it!