I don't like to lose. I especially hate to lose when I've got a gasoline-snorting four-barrel hog like Otto pumping the ponies into a foaming frenzy. That's why Kristanne and I are heading down to the high school drags, see what Otto's made of. We're even thinking of boring out Otto's cylinders, see if we can't squeeze a little more horsepower out of that big VW block. If that doesn't win us at least some preliminary heats, Kristanne thinks we can maybe shoehorn a Chevy 442 in there. She says all we'll have to do is move the seats back about four feet and get rid of the fridge. Fine with me -- I never liked the fridge anyway.
Today, Kristanne and I split up. After due consideration, we just decided it was the right thing to do. Yep -- Kristanne went to Houston with JoAnn and Ross, while I waited behind in Austin for the conclusion of Otto's 30,000 mile service. Not to wax too mushy-mouthed, but it was actually pretty weird being apart for as long as 24 hours after so much time spent together constantly. I missed her.
Somehow, though, I managed to muster the resolve to go golfing. It wasn't easy, but I did it, endeavoring to persevere in the direst of conditions. Undaunted by the 98 degree heat, I proceeded to hack up the course to the tune of triple digits. It was ugly. So ugly, in fact, that I even managed to lose to Sean; a first that will hopefully have no second.
Listening to Sean's incessant crowing grew tiresome pretty quickly -- this is a man, after all, justly renowned for narrating video tapes of his basketball games against gone-to-seed forty-something males for days on end, wearing out the freeze-frame button on his remote control as he prattles on about "creating space for the Seanster to operate." Before nausea set in, I headed for the solace of the swimming pool. There I remained until Sean's girlfriend Jill finally came over. Figuring Sean and Jill would have things to talk about other than Sean's golf game, I went back in the house.
| Boy, was I wrong. By the time I got dried off, Sean was just describing his "manbreaking putt for par" on the third green. There you see Sean at right, going on with his purple prose about his golfing triumph into the wee hours of the night. The careful observer will note that Jill is pretty much nodding off to sleep at this point, the same place I headed right after this picture was taken. |  |
Check in tomorrow as I pick up Otto and head for Houston to meet Kristanne!
Total Miles for 7/7 = 0