Jimway
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Apparently, when my persnickety neighbor, the one I call 'The test Pilot for the Broom Factory' strode past the Mate idling happily away in the driveway and called me a gorilla, I somehow came up with a picture of a guerrilla. Just a simple case of mistaken identity, really. Now I should mention that the test pilot and myself have had a running battle for some time now. In addition to being a tree hugger, she continues to try to enforce ridiculously slow speed limits and stop signs that she places here and there. She encourages her canine to deposit anti personnel mines upon my yard under the cover of darkness. She has also stated to both myself and the local Sheriff that The sound of a sweet running 2.5 Merc V6 is very dramatically upsetting to both her and her menagerie of pets and friends. I don't get that part. I think I can understand the double throw down, line lock application of only a small amount of Mickey Thompson rubber compound to the street directly in front of the test pilot's abode to be a little out of hand, but only a little. To me, the sights and smells and symphony of a happy 2500 cc V6 growling and snapping away in the drive way is a glorious way to start the day. In fact, several of the neighbors often come over and make approving comments concerning the looks and sound of a Checkmate speed boat. I must admit that for some time now, I look upon her 'with jaundiced eye'.