got several calls last night … concerned friends of the traveling man desperately trying to establish communication with minimal results…. seem’s chipper’s having mechanical problems again… with his 500,000 dollar e-bay motor-home…. he’s stranded in a bar-ditch somewhere near st.louis…on a sideling slope… leaning precariously towards the jone’s…in cell phone purgatory! …that washington D.C. stock-broker fleeced him like a sheep on the motor-coach deal …
the silent bid coach has thrown double-six… resembles a gutted snow-bird with exhaust system parts scattered down the right hand lane of the interstate for a quarter mile behind him… low bid chickens are coming home to roost !
as the entire exhaust system was exiting the engine compartment , it took the high-dollar super 24 volt starter with it !………. no starter means no cool-air…. no hydrolic leveling system…no mobility… no happy wife !… he’s in a nine-line bind !
he’s got a stand-by motor home back at the toy box in nocona, but it’s five hundred miles away… what’s a multi-millionaire to do ? supermeg said he’d deliver the big thunder to the missouri ditch for a service fee and a platinum credit card… what say you, chipper ?
remember the five P’s ?….. proper planning prevents poor performance…. why don’t you hire oil-can killen to travel with you ever-where you go… he’s got wrenches and industrial engine mechanical experience… he only drinks beer on week-ends and don’t eat much compared to a montague county coyotee …..he certainly would’nt get grease on the leather upholstery… you’d give a thousand to see him drive up right now !
try giving that secret secret masonic distress signal from the paved shoulder…. watch for flying beer cans !
i’m not financially able to send cash….besides , my entire life savings would look like chump-change to you . so i’m doing the next best thing…. posting your dilemma on the world-wide -web in an effort to get you some road side assistance… i like doing what i can to help !……. good luck chipper…
I would go help, but I am in charge of mowing.
The “Colonel” is in Missouri (Jefferson City) right now…tending to his ailing mother. You want me to put him on alert? He’s no mechanic, but he might have contacts in the area. And he’d doubtlessly want to repay Chipper for the thrill ride in the helicopter when he came up to make sausage. That door popping open on the egg-beater got everyone’s attention!
call henley… he can run a torch long enough for some coat-hanger welding on the big rig…. reconstruct the twin-smitty’s from a piece of four-inch drill-stem…. he’s your man !… oilfield stout….life-time warranty…
Talked to them about 1;00, alls ok, back on the road’
il send obama