Hey Baby, I've got a time machine in my basement...

I had car trouble this morning. And, I’ll let you know that I sort of expected it. Lately, Bruce II (my 4Runner) has been a little down, a little slow to start, not really himself. Last month I took him to the Goodyear for service (I’ve been going to the Goodyear on Delaware for many years). They put in new spark plugs and did the oil change, checking of the fluids, alignment, etc., so I thought we were in good shape.

The past few days, we’ve had a sluggish start to the car, but really it’s been about 106 degrees out, I’m a little sluggish too. And today, Bruce did not want to start. He was begging to go to the Goodyear.

The good thing about the Goodyear is that they drive you to work when you drop off in the morning. So, the guy who has been working on my car for the last several years drove me to work this morning, as he has for the past few years. There is always interesting conversation in the car. This morning’s topic started with Fun Facts about Indiana. But the trip from Delaware/10th to South Harding can sometimes be long, so on the conversation strays.

A few years ago, the conversation strayed to a point where I found out that my mechanic believes in time travel. Yes, you read that correctly. My friends at work insisted that he was trying to flirt with me, and I am never aware when that is happening. But, I can tell you that, “Hey Baby, I’ve got a time machine in my basement” is not the line that is going to impress me. This guy does an Internet radio broadcast every week with guests that speak of the time travel and conspiracy theories that have entertained me on several rides to work. Let me know if you’d like the link.