Spare Time and Smoke

The newest Diesel Power magazine came out yesterday. First they sat there to study one together. Then they realized that there were two now to study. So they did. "Oh look! This guy custom designed the..." and "Wow! I bet that one runs- look at the smoke!"

By the way, meet Andrew (on the left), our Amish buddy who cannot drive a truck, but can work on them all day long. :) We call him Gabby. He can talk [almost] as much as me!

Kangaroo anyone?

It's not every day that you get to see a kangaroo. It's especially not every day that you get to see one in your own driveway! What happens when lots of people come here, drop one truck off and pick up another one, though, is that you get to see them transfer all kinds of random stuff. Today it was a real live kangaroo.

I was so intrigued by it's legs. Yes, I know. I'm still a little kid. They are just so long and fascinating!

It's totaled, I think...

To sum up the story quickly, the truck was in an accident- And everyone who was in the vehicle is recovering. The passenger broke her back but is healing as well expected.

   As you can quite easily see, the frame is bent- badly! The reason it now has become our truck?
     Reason #1: We rebuilt this motor completely just three weeks ago- it had 125 miles on the new motor but was not completely paid off.
     Reason #2: Everyone calls Blake because hunks of junk like this one are known to be treasures to him!
   Want to know a final story to the accident? It wasn't in the road. It was in a field hitched to a goose neck trailer with a load of hay. And the hill was too steep. :(

Of Blake and Bunny Rabbits

  For starters I must say that Blake is a determined person. That's how he got me! So. If he decides that he does not like a rabbit, it will die. If he decides that he likes it, he will chase it until he catches it so that he can hold it.
  It was a quiet moment for a change, and together we walked around the back of the shop. A very tiny and startled something dashed under a truck and I ran to see the little thing. I would have given up even though my first reaction was that I really wanted to hold it; determined he chased it around and under and behind several different vehicles. Then it dashed across the driveway and he ran too. The poor bunny tried hard but soon it was caught. I squealed at the same time as the little thing did. I was worried for it's life because Blake never said a word the whole time, but he carried it over to the shop and sat down. I wanted to hold it but first went to grab the camera.

   I did pet it briefly but the poor thing was quite scared and when we relaxed, it snatched the moment and ran. Happy it was free. Free to live life as God created it to do. Free until it gets bigger and not so cute and begins eating someone's garden... but we won't go there! :)