Internet guy who believes in the triumph of humanity with a little help from technology. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Jan 22, 2002
My 1989 Trooper broke down on me today. I managed to get it to a mechanic in Manchester who said he couldn't fix it, I couldn't leave it, and I shouldn't drive it. So I drove it (kind of) to a mechanic in Gloucester who told me to leave it with him so he could fix it. Then I walked home. A sign read "Rockport 5." Then, three miles later, it read "Rockport 5" again. Phantom miles? Conspiracy? Signs on wheels? Only time will tell.