Scouting the City.

This morning I screwed up my courage and drove the Scout into work because the forecast is 90° and sunny. I haven’t had time to change the fluids or replace plugs and wires, so she still runs rich and stinky, but she runs and that’s good enough for me. I had a brief moment of fear when I drove up to the “maximum height” sign at the entrance to the garage and realized I could touch it with my fingers, but the windshield cleared it with about six inches to spare.

So, that just means that the Scout isn’t quite tall enough, eh?

Ha! No, I think she’s plenty tall for me right now. How is Mr. Hankey coming along?