Anyone hiring?

Anyone remember me saying the boat wouldn't start? I've found the problem. It's the starter. Contrary to the test at the auto parts store saying it was fine. It ain't. I think the bushings are bad in it. Care to guess what a new one costs? No? If it makes you feel better, I never would have guessed it correctly either. Come on. Just one guess.

OK, I'll tell you. Ready?

Seriously...get ready.

Twohundredtwentythreedollarsandchange.

I was hoping if I said it really fast, it wouldn't hurt as bad. I was wrong.

People, I am seriously in the wrong business. A starter for a Chevy is less than a hundred bucks. We're talking a high-end Bosch starter too. And one half the size costs twice as much? Whatever happened to "Size Matters"?

I'm seriously hoping that it can be rebuilt. Then I'm hoping I can find someone that can/will do it. Or...if all else fails, I'll break that bitch open myself. If I'm going to have to buy a new one, why not exhaust all efforts before dropping the bills on the counter?

Anyone need their lawn mowed? Or have a few aluminum cans lying around that a brotha can recycle? Maybe some spare change under the sofa cushions?

Did I mention that I really need to get a job selling parts for boats?

*Breathe In, Breathe out, Count to 10, Good air in, Bad air out*
I feel better now. On a lighter subject...
We rode 4-wheelers yesterday for about 3 hours. As I was walking out the door to hook up my trailer, this is what I saw next door.
11:51AM and 96 degrees. I'd say they love pears. Wouldn't you? Normally, they'd be laid up in the cool shade somewhere and feed when it cools down after dark. Look in the tree over their heads. It's loaded down with pears this year. They didn't even offer to run until I drove the truck across the yard to load the 4-wheeler. I don't mind seeing them this time of year. But during deer season, when I get up at 4AM and drive 20 minutes, then walk 3/4 of a mile to sit for 5 hours seeing nothing and then walk back to the truck, then when I pull up in the drive, there's about 4-5 of them standing under the oaks in the backyard....that's when I want to see how fast the local police respond to a firearm being discharged. They'd be steppin' to get here before I can toss the deer in the back of my truck and say I killed it on our lease.

"What noise? A gunshot? Here? I didn't hear anything. Hey, look at this nice fat deer I killed this morning up on the leased land."