This morning, among the seventeen things I needed to get done before I left the house, I noticed that the muffler on the Scout was hanging mighty low. I dropped down to inspect it, and found to my amusement that the other muffler has rusted through, so both straightpipes have failed in the exact same spot, a week apart from each other. So now the Scout is officially the Loudest Thing In Six Counties. I can’t move into the new house fast enough, people.

Meanwhile, I got a call from my mechanic the other day to let me know that they’re getting to the Tortoise hopefully today; that should be a funny phone call. I’m half expecting that he’s going to tell me to simply take it out behind the barn and shoot it.