No more shit

Well, the hurricane missed my dad. As you can see, it's hooked south again, and may work it's way up the gulf coast. Hold on tight, Tampa!

I've been putting off going to check on my scooter this week, because I keep hoping to hear from them. Again, for a cynic, I've been pretty optimistic. I've handed out so much benefit of the doubt, I could be persuaded that OJ is a really nice guy who loved his wife. Honestly, I keep expecting a phone call saying "We're done!", since the last visit was "Everything's clean and ready to go together, we're just waiting on the crankshaft. Once that arrives, we're looking at 1-2 days to build."
I'm trusting that. I'm trusting that the crankshaft they ordered over three weeks ago is going to be there "any day now". I'm trusting that if it's not there by now, they've checked on it and have an answer about why it's taking so long, AND a plan B if the crankshaft looks like it's MIA. These are good business practises. Since I've been assured that what I've experienced in the past is NOT how they normally do business, I'm trusting that my experience will change. I mean, I'm already ecstatic that they've worked on the scooter to the point they have. So I've got that going for me.

401 days.