Thursday, February 13, 2003
A few days ago Brad dedicated a post to Woo's car, the Probe specifically, and the role that Tool played in the life of said car. Brad is on a non-Blogger server, so he can put cool pictures and such on his posts to spice them up. I am not on a non-Blogger server, so I must simply rely on my amazing writing abilities, with a bit of fancy formatting on occasion, to hold your attention. Anyway, here is some more “ode” to Woo’s car(s).
My mind has come to equate Woo’s car with Prog Rock, being very warm, and the likelihood of food coming very soon. This is his Rodeo I’m talking about. Now about the Probe….
One time Woo backed up in the Probe with the door open, and it caught on the parkway in front of Flack’s house. The door was opened to a degree far beyond it engineering. We tied the door closed and drove to the auto body shop. On the way there the door open indicator beep kept on sounding. It was fun to try to keep time with the beep with one hand and keep time with the music, Cake, with the other hand. The car was also overheating that day. A few months later that car died on the same night that Tim’s car died.
Now the Rodeo. One time Woo went to a Tool concert and got a nail in his tire. I’ll say that again. A nail in his tire at a Tool concert. Nail at the Tool concert. Nail… Tool. Anyway, last night Woo also got a flat. This time it was a screw. His car got screwed. Yeah. And we pronounce “Rodeo” like the street in Beverly Hills just to be stupid jerks. Yup. Yar. Oui. Ja. Da.
In conclusion, pictures would make this much more interesting.
“…bah!...” Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
My mind has come to equate Woo’s car with Prog Rock, being very warm, and the likelihood of food coming very soon. This is his Rodeo I’m talking about. Now about the Probe….
One time Woo backed up in the Probe with the door open, and it caught on the parkway in front of Flack’s house. The door was opened to a degree far beyond it engineering. We tied the door closed and drove to the auto body shop. On the way there the door open indicator beep kept on sounding. It was fun to try to keep time with the beep with one hand and keep time with the music, Cake, with the other hand. The car was also overheating that day. A few months later that car died on the same night that Tim’s car died.
Now the Rodeo. One time Woo went to a Tool concert and got a nail in his tire. I’ll say that again. A nail in his tire at a Tool concert. Nail at the Tool concert. Nail… Tool. Anyway, last night Woo also got a flat. This time it was a screw. His car got screwed. Yeah. And we pronounce “Rodeo” like the street in Beverly Hills just to be stupid jerks. Yup. Yar. Oui. Ja. Da.
In conclusion, pictures would make this much more interesting.
“…bah!...” Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
