Left Coast Resident
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Posted on behalf of Fix-Um Rich:
Hello my fellow TDI’ians (pronounced T-D-I-E-INZ). This is Rich speaking, no it is not LCR; I swear it is me, Rich. Now I wish to ramble, eehhrrrr, I mean preamble.
As some of you may know, I have recently purchased a small private jet – nothing ostentatious – just something capable of meeting my primary needs. I have also recently purchased a small secluded villa on a private and well secured island somewhere in the Northern hemisphere. Please understand that this is just something basic to help with the typical organizational problems that many of you, my brothers in the TDI services and parts supply businesses, encounter daily, too. This applies to you also – a number of the fine TDI denizens on this site – who, as you shall see, often encounter the same problem.
I’m talking about the problem of dodging Dave. Technically, we in the industry call it the ‘Dodging Dave’ problem. As you know, at any moment Dave could randomly find a couple of medics to cover his shows, or his shows could randomly go on hiatus, leaving him with a window of opportunity to travel to Portland. I’ve notified the TSA and the CHP to be on 24/7 lookout for him anywhere farther north than Bakersfield. I had to call in some big favors to get that done, let me tell you!
It’s not clear whether he wants to rework the monster engine we recently put in his car, build a new one, drop in a European V6, or shoehorn in a V10. I’ve even heard rumors that he’s considering a Duramax / Allison combination. But the point is, I’ve got to be ready to vamoose it out of here, with my latte and my donut in my hand (without spilling any!!), at a moments notice – kind of like the President and the guy that carries the ‘football’ [GO BEARS!!!].
Marcel has graciously consented to keep a car completely fueled and ready to whisk me to the airport at a moments notice. We have been drilling this past week, and we have discovered that if we keep the car idling all day, we can get into the car and be out of the driveway in less than 20 seconds. I think we’re ready.
Some of you may be wondering how it is that I CAN afford to do this. To those of you who know Dave, I would say that I CAN’T afford NOT to do this. Some of you have speculated that the source of the revenue required to take my business plan to this next level has been the soybean crop (to be converted to biodiesel) that I have been growing on the roof of the shop (and in the shop restroom) for the last few years. This is partially true. The rest of the money came from the pallet of Lone Pine Mescaline Tinged, Artisan Crafted, Premium Root Beer that I removed from the trunk of LCR's car last year when no one was looking, and have been slowly selling to Aaron ever since. I’m telling you, that root beer is the gift that keeps on giving.
This is an administrative change that is designed to benefit you, my dearest customers, the most. In any event, I just wanted you to know what’s up, in case you call the shop and I’m unable to answer the phone . . .
Rich
Hello my fellow TDI’ians (pronounced T-D-I-E-INZ). This is Rich speaking, no it is not LCR; I swear it is me, Rich. Now I wish to ramble, eehhrrrr, I mean preamble.
As some of you may know, I have recently purchased a small private jet – nothing ostentatious – just something capable of meeting my primary needs. I have also recently purchased a small secluded villa on a private and well secured island somewhere in the Northern hemisphere. Please understand that this is just something basic to help with the typical organizational problems that many of you, my brothers in the TDI services and parts supply businesses, encounter daily, too. This applies to you also – a number of the fine TDI denizens on this site – who, as you shall see, often encounter the same problem.
I’m talking about the problem of dodging Dave. Technically, we in the industry call it the ‘Dodging Dave’ problem. As you know, at any moment Dave could randomly find a couple of medics to cover his shows, or his shows could randomly go on hiatus, leaving him with a window of opportunity to travel to Portland. I’ve notified the TSA and the CHP to be on 24/7 lookout for him anywhere farther north than Bakersfield. I had to call in some big favors to get that done, let me tell you!
It’s not clear whether he wants to rework the monster engine we recently put in his car, build a new one, drop in a European V6, or shoehorn in a V10. I’ve even heard rumors that he’s considering a Duramax / Allison combination. But the point is, I’ve got to be ready to vamoose it out of here, with my latte and my donut in my hand (without spilling any!!), at a moments notice – kind of like the President and the guy that carries the ‘football’ [GO BEARS!!!].
Marcel has graciously consented to keep a car completely fueled and ready to whisk me to the airport at a moments notice. We have been drilling this past week, and we have discovered that if we keep the car idling all day, we can get into the car and be out of the driveway in less than 20 seconds. I think we’re ready.
Some of you may be wondering how it is that I CAN afford to do this. To those of you who know Dave, I would say that I CAN’T afford NOT to do this. Some of you have speculated that the source of the revenue required to take my business plan to this next level has been the soybean crop (to be converted to biodiesel) that I have been growing on the roof of the shop (and in the shop restroom) for the last few years. This is partially true. The rest of the money came from the pallet of Lone Pine Mescaline Tinged, Artisan Crafted, Premium Root Beer that I removed from the trunk of LCR's car last year when no one was looking, and have been slowly selling to Aaron ever since. I’m telling you, that root beer is the gift that keeps on giving.
This is an administrative change that is designed to benefit you, my dearest customers, the most. In any event, I just wanted you to know what’s up, in case you call the shop and I’m unable to answer the phone . . .
Rich
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