Last week I took a half-day off work and drove to Annapolis to get some cedar strips from Chesapeake Light Craft...if I'd thought ahead, I'd have made the trip before beach season set in--because now it's impossible to get there on a Saturday morning with the traffic. Well, I wasn't doing anything critical at work anyway...
The plans call for plywood for the deck, but I figured this would be a good opportunity to learn a bit about strip-planking and I'd have a prettier deck to boot.
I just got to Annapolis ahead of the weekday evening rush hour, picked up the strips, and started to head home when my gear shifter started popping out of 3rd...then 5th. (I guess I should've taken it in a couple months ago when first gear started getting stiff). Fortunately 2nd and 4th gear still worked, so I was able to limp home, drop off the wood, and go straight to my mechanic, the odor of burnt clutch chastising me for procrastinating. Well, after 186,000 miles with virtually no maintenence, I really can't complain about a shot transmission...hmm...the distance a photon of light travels in one second--though it took me considerably longer :)
