Oh fucking Christ, for fuck's sake
A few weeks ago I had the ball joints replaced on the ricer. I've put less than a couple of hundred miles on it. Today, I am driving the kids to my place and I hear a loud CLUNK then I hear another one then a slightly quieter one, and I'm thinking "I better get this back to the mechanic, asap" 20 feet from my driveway KA BAM and I slide into home plate.
At least I made it home. A little pissed. But glad I'm home.
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