Blarg. So at 6:00am this morning my phone rings. Of course, I have it set on vibrate and, of course, the sound of the standup charger vibrating against a metal table was so cacophonous and downright awful that it jerked me right out of sleep and across the room before I was fully conscious enough to say "fuck it, I'm not picking that up; it's 6am." Anyway, so upon reaching the phone, I notice that the caller ID is flashing my Dad's cell number. Now, I know that he wouldn't call me that early unless he really needed to. Fuck.
So it turns out that, on the way to work this morning, the accelerator cable snapped on his car. (note: for those not car savvy, this is the cable that attaches the gas pedal to the throttle on a carborated engine. In other words, without this cable, the car doesn't go.) And, of course, my mother was already on her way to work and my sister, the only one without a job or anything to do at all, wasn't picking up her phone. So this morning, at 6am, I had to drive to my parents' house, grab a bunch of tools, and bring them to my Dad. He was stranded about two or three miles from the plant, which in turn is about halfway between my apartment and my parents' house. Blarg.
And, not suprisingly, while I were standing there with the hood up and my father was messing around under the steering column, it started to rain. I tell you, kids: Jesus loves me.
Eventually he was able to put the cable back together enough to make it down the street to work. But, of course, none of this was finished in enough time for me to get some sleep before work. And today I have to go in and do even more mind numbing certification tests. And I have to work all weekend, including the 4th and ,y roommate's birthday. Blarg.
My family has the best luck ever. Oh well.
End rant.
So it turns out that, on the way to work this morning, the accelerator cable snapped on his car. (note: for those not car savvy, this is the cable that attaches the gas pedal to the throttle on a carborated engine. In other words, without this cable, the car doesn't go.) And, of course, my mother was already on her way to work and my sister, the only one without a job or anything to do at all, wasn't picking up her phone. So this morning, at 6am, I had to drive to my parents' house, grab a bunch of tools, and bring them to my Dad. He was stranded about two or three miles from the plant, which in turn is about halfway between my apartment and my parents' house. Blarg.
And, not suprisingly, while I were standing there with the hood up and my father was messing around under the steering column, it started to rain. I tell you, kids: Jesus loves me.
Eventually he was able to put the cable back together enough to make it down the street to work. But, of course, none of this was finished in enough time for me to get some sleep before work. And today I have to go in and do even more mind numbing certification tests. And I have to work all weekend, including the 4th and ,y roommate's birthday. Blarg.
My family has the best luck ever. Oh well.
End rant.
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With that said, I was definitely missing out.
I just love those big planks.
Is a locking trem a pain to deal with? I've never had a dual-lock guitar. (The Parker has a brilliant trem system, and the only locks are on the tuning pegs.)