Aah, faith restored!

[granville]

Amazing what a small dose of decent weather and an unusually lightly trafficked rush hour B-road blat can do for restoring one's wonderment of the arse-engined beetlewulf.

All it took was a quick 30 minutes with the windows down and hugely restrained useage of the quick hinge, instead, revelling in the oodlezone of torque, very occasional selection of the uber slickety-slick stick and (with it being bone dry, thank God) immense and much lauded mechanical grip, squeezing gloriously into, through and firing out of several joyous wee awkwardly cambered segments of blackest top.

I curse my recent flailing ficklety. The 993 4wd might not be the ultimate connoisuer's choice but for a quasi-lardster comme moi, it really does fondle all the right e-zones.

I look forward to a blast later this evening, when I intend to revert to type and alarm some cattle.

(P.S. Did anyone see 'WWI In Colour' [good prog, thank Christ, for a change] last night? The inspiration for the chariot du Domster, no less: the boy Manfred, eh? Superb.)

[ninemeister]

Oh yeah of little faith indeed. A mere look of the LM tucked away in its usual abode is enough for me to simultaneously satisfy all of my subconscious zones, at the same time reminding me that, in the near future, I will indeed become immortal for a fleeting snap in the expanse of time. Tish tish, shame on you for your self doubt.