I was traveling south yesterday towards Fort Atkinson when my fine European automobile (at least the accelerators don't stick) had a warning light displayed on my dash control panel. I had my co-pilot look up the meaning of the warning in our 227 page instruction book. Did you catch that? 227 pages! After fooling around with buttons and lights, I determined my oil was down one quart (imagine my panic). What do they expect when oil changes are scheduled 15,000 miles apart?
Why can't I have my simple instrument panel back. Oil pressure was on display. Engine temperature was on display. Most people checked their oil when they got gas by pullling out dipstick. I dare you to lift your car hood and even find the dipstick. Simple works.
Our Camry has escaped the "sticking accelerator" recall. 2005 was a very good year.
The Fireside program was a 50's and 60's music review. Lots of toe tapping music. I'd recommend it to anyone.
Tomorrow night is a full moon. All you gals can fire up those broom sticks and I'll look for long broom handles and pointed hats in the night sky. Lots of wickedness on display. Strange things happen on full moon days.
I've got to keep this blog short so I watch the end of "The Electric Horseman". The horse goes free and the girl leaves Redford. Can life get get any better?
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad