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Frost Says Goodbye to an Old Friend

Farewell, my adversary. You were never all that reliable, and we often disagreed about what was best. But you were always there, like a shadow or perhaps a stalker, so I suppose loyalty was your only noble trait. You always dumped your problems on me, like an elderly cashier at a big box store, and I never forgave you for that. But you did help me move a few times, so I guess you weren't completely useless.

Frost's Adventure Truck!

Will it break down today? Tomorrow? Will it just keep running? Who knows!?! It's an ADVENTURE! Climb aboard and get ready to play the ultimate game of roulette in this 2-ton death trap waiting to happen! See for yourself, the wonderment that Frost gets to endure every day!

Frost Goes Ice Fishing. Hilarity Does Not Ensue.

This was what the guys at the tire shop found this morning when they opened the cab of my truck. Yep, that's ALL of my ice fishing gear... including the ice house. The blue ice auger is resting on the dashboard, and there's a six-pack of beer leaning against the steering wheel. How did it get this way? Let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we?

Frost Changes His License Plates. Hilarity Ensues.

Four simple screws, and you've got new license plates, right? Guess again, bub.

Last week, the DMV saw it fit to issue me new plates this month, while renewing my registration. The fellow at the counter opened a new package of plates, fished out a set and was about to assign them to my vehicle when he recoiled in horror. "Whoah! I don't think you want these plates!" The number was '666 CYB'.

"Like it matters." I didn't even bat an eye. "My luck couldn't get much worse."

Frost Rescues Drunk Girls from Horny Police Officer. Hilarity Does Not Ensue.

11:30pm

My buddy Chad is working on my computer, tuning it up, and helping me get some more use out of the thing. I get a txt message from Curly, a friend who I rarely get to see because her work keeps her traveling around the country. She just so happens to be in my neighborhood at a pub with a bunch of friends. She invites Chad and I out for a drink. I tell her we're busy, but maybe when we're done.

1:00am

We finally finish up the computer work, I thank Chad profusely, and he decides to go home.

1:21am

I get to the pub, just in time for Last Call. Curly is there with 5 other friends, all girls, all very cute, dressed to kill, with intentions to conquer.

Situation Normal: Truck Problems Have Resumed

Whoever said "a vehicle is a convenience" obviously hasn't seen any of mine. Engine problems and regular maintenance are understandable. But everybody should be able to park, unlock, and open their car doors without hassle. But who are we kidding? This is me we're talking about! I am not graced with such luxuries!

Frost Attempts Own Vehicle Maintenance. Makes Things Worse.

I'm not entirely stupid when it comes to automotive work, but I do get stumped once in a while. As fate would have it, today was one of those days.

Now that my truck is my primary vehicle again, I figured I'd better keep it in good working order. One of the cylinders wasn't firing, so I decided to overhaul the ignition system. Simple, right?

Frost buys a car. Hilarity does not ensue.

Not 20 minutes after my last post on Friday night, I was on my way to O'Donnovan's to see The Damn Few play.

My truck made it about 1/2 a mile. The same bearing blew out... again.

I did a 180, limped it back home, stormed back into the house, pulled a beer out of the fridge, and slumped on the couch.