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DRIVING SASKATCHEWANDERERER STYLE (Episode 2)

 Continued from Dec 1, 2023

And it begins at number...

 

7 - Your wife's new car talks. The two of them are not ganging up on you. It only seems that way. 

 

8 - Check the oil once in a while. If you can't see any on the dipstick you should add more than one liter.  If your dipstick is a dark colour, and you can feel oil on it but you can't see any, you should seriously consider an oil change.


9 - Burnouts are for dummies. What do you think that black tire smoke is doing to your lungs. Besides, have you seen the price of tires lately? If not you are probably due. Due for a shock.


10 - AMC Ramblers were a paradox. A car absolutely designed for hot, fumbling, teenage sex, that probably remained a virgin for as long as the owner did. (Through college.)


11 - Remember. I am the slowest thing on the highway, driving 10 km over the posted speed limit. I will always encourage you to pass, and even help by slowing down to let you pass quicker. There is a simple reason why I do these things, which you will understand when I smile and wave at 60 kph, driving past as you are handed the ticket.  (Thanks decoy!)

 

The unseasonably warm weather has the frost coming out of the road. Please drive safely and many happy returns.

 

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