Yesterday I put the flag holder on my bike in participation of the July 4th bike ride and noticed an empty tank when I pulled the right side cover. I immediately panicked, thinking I was out of coolant. Texted Tim and he said calm down and last night after work he and Christopher said the tank was just an overflow and that I had plenty of coolant and it looked good. Could have ended there, but Christopher insisted on draining and putting new in just so I don't have to worry about it in Florida. It was a fairly long procedure and not without some pain, so thanks guys very very much. Sure appreciate your kindness. No way I'll find friends like Tim, Chris and Dave down South.
Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant
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