Look'n for parts

Boy howdy, I'm tired.

I went look'n for bicycle parts yesterday. Along the side of the road. Throwed away bicycles ya know. All I need is one simple little sprocket. That's all....nuttin else. But do you think the old Billy Bob fount any old discarded bicycles? Well hell no, not one. An' I drived over a hunnert mile look'n.

So off to Corpus Cristi to buy a sprocket at one the bicycles shops over there. Well, you can forget that. After 'splain'n to the guy I don't care what kind of bicycle the sprocket comes off of, he still didn't understand, fumbl'n through some parts catalog, that I was willing to use a square one if'n he had it in stock. This is get'n ridiculous.

Ok, now let me tell ya bout "that jeep". That damn jeep. I were go'n down the road, hit a little tiny bump an' the cruise control turn slap off. Then I hit another little bump an' the motor turn slap off. But it come back on right quick like. I'm 'spect'n there a bad connection somewheres. What ya think???? Under the hood is a hunnert million wires go'n all over the place. Under the car is another hunnert million wires. So where do I start? I'll tell ya where I'll start. At the local used car dealers, that where I'll start. 

But that ain't the rest of the story. Have ya ever ride a 18 wheeler down a washboard dirt road? That what it like when I drive "that jeep" down a paved road. Every little imperfection on the pavement is transmitted up through the tires and wheels, through the suspension, up to the steer'n wheel, down my arms, an' up into my jaws what rattle hell out my teeth. This is not what I were look'n for when I bought this Jeep. Craigslist here I come.