I have a rural mail box and over the past three years or so have had some stuff stolen so have been going up in the mornings and reading a book while waiting for the mail.
It usually runs about 8:00 am but today it was late, almost eleven.
Have thought about a PO box before so today decided to look into one.
I figured I hadn't fired up the Toy for a while so took it into town.
If I had thought about it being a holiday weekend I would have stayed home but I headed out.
Town is Victorian era so the main street is a narrow two lane affair, so with all the tourist out for the after turkey day black Friday, to say it was crowded is an under statement.
It was not quite off-roading but I did get to use low range so I could creep along with out riding the clutch.
Got a lot of looks a couple of thumbs up and one little girl yelled something unintelligible.
I think it was "nice jeep".
I thought about getting out and kicking her can but her dad was kind of big and I am getting kind of old so I just smiled.
Oh yeah, The PO box, They wanted $150 for the smallest box and $375 a year for their largest available box so I figured the stuff that was stolen hadn't reached one fifty yet so I opted for sitting and reading.
When I got home and pulled into the garage I was pretty happy with the way my old Mall Crawler ran so I popped the hood and tinkered around checking nuts and bolts making noises like I was working. ( grunting and cussing)
Knocked off in a fairly short time before screwed something up and really had to do some work.