fatherhood, remastered // 85233 words and counting.
The flame trap assembly has been cleaned, the spark plugs have been changed - both were long overdue. Unfortunately, neither resulted in the desired end state: a functioning vehicle. It cranks and just kinda … spins. My guess is the starter / flywheel not working together properly.
I suppose it’s time to have it towed back home so I can properly check it out.
Alright, this is lame. All I wanted to do was write a post about how many cars there are in our neighborhood, and, subsequently, how difficult it often is to find a spot to park our trash can on garbage day. (They won’t pick it up if it’s too close to a parked car.) Easy enough, right? Well, in the spirit of over complication, I have found myself researching population density, road width, and a number of other factors that would allegedly make this aside more interesting.
End result? Half an hour later, the post is still unwritten.
End data:
Our house: 2 drivers, 2 cars
Connecting neighbor: 1 driver, 3 cars
Adjacent (left) neighbor: 2 drivers, 4 cars
Adjacent (right) neighbors: 3 drivers, 5 cars
Fourteen vehicles for eight drivers. Are you seeing the pattern? Nobody carpools. The streets are crowded. The island is suffocating.
My trash is two houses down the street.
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