yet another reason to have beer around when working on your rover

[scott]

If Daisy is unable to solve the beer issue, I bet that Hyacinth will go to the pub for you...who knows.. it may turn out to be one of her candle light suppers with riparian entertainment

you'd have an easier time getting a series to do 80 mph than getting hyacinth to fetch beer. and if you could why would ya. i mean driving at that speed in a series or waiting for her to show up is stupid

[4flattires]

Then....

...there was the time that we were crossing the Mojave....

It was hot.
I mean really hot.
The wind was relentless.
Did I mention how hot it was?
It had been miles since our last rest.
The food rations had long since run out.
We had lost one or two of our own that day.
The last water cache had been consumed days earlier.
Even the scorpions had given up and expired under the relentless sun.

But WAIT! We still had 1 BEER back in the 88!

So we reversed our route, sprinted the last 56 miles back to camp, poured the Shiner Bock into the empty clutch master cylinder, fired that Rover up, and once again, shifted effortlessly to the Quickie Mart over the hill to get some cold, refreshing, frosty, thirst quenching, palate pleasing, anything but non-alcoholic, good with any meal, and pairs nicely with Fritos....beer.

Yes, my son, that was the day that beer saved my life. Strange but true, and it's how I met your mother too..

[daveb]

I would start it in gear and drive without the clutch, and drink the damn beer.

...there was the time that we were crossing the Mojave....

It was hot.
I mean really hot.
The wind was relentless.
Did I mention how hot it was?
It had been miles since our last rest.
The food rations had long since run out.
We had lost one or two of our own that day.
The last water cache had been consumed days earlier.
Even the scorpions had given up and expired under the relentless sun.

But WAIT! We still had 1 BEER back in the 88!

So we reversed our route, sprinted the last 56 miles back to camp, poured the Shiner Bock into the empty clutch master cylinder, fired that Rover up, and once again, shifted effortlessly to the Quickie Mart over the hill to get some cold, refreshing, frosty, thirst quenching, palate pleasing, anything but non-alcoholic, good with any meal, and pairs nicely with Fritos....beer.

Yes, my son, that was the day that beer saved my life. Strange but true, and it's how I met your mother too..