Where do I start?
It doesn't involve dogs or weird bird sounds for a start.
I have been waiting, for (yeah I know, I'm gunna use THA word here)
LIKE, 3 months to get in contact with a certain car trimmer.
Why?
Do you own a HSV? Or have YOU ever driven one?
Well here's the rub.
The steering wheel you are massaging every time you turned the key was crafted by the guy I'm about to meet in the AM of 22/01/2025.
Yep. I'm about to have my Turd (TRD Aurion, for those of you not playing along at home) steering wheel re-trimmed by the exact same guy that did it back in the day, period circa 2006 - 2007 in my case example.
Yep.
One Mad Man makes it Happen... AGAIN... oooh scarey...
My new boss has at least as many as I do. I'm SO thank full for that.
To many people with to few brain cells.. for my liking, in my every day chores.
And as a kicker, he tells me I have Wednesday off work, as it's super quiet.
Hell Yeah!
Now instead of rocking up on a motorsport LEGEND (behind the scenes mind you), I am about to actually (fuggin hate that word "actually") spend some time talking the talk speaking with a guy that possibly created sum ting other than your 1st born that you are / were happy to hold...
Hmmm deep...
Bring it on.
One 'Could Not be Happier Guy' Mad Man