So, yesterday, my chair crapped out, and Clint came by to look at it. Today, he came back to see what he could do if anything to fix my chair. Naw, Man, I think I heard the word “jacked” floated around a few times while he and Joey were talking as he turned my wreck on its side. I heard a crash, and an, “Oh Man.” That’s NOT good. Then, Joey came back to tell, laughing HARD, telling me the damage. The short of it, I have to start looking for a new chair since mine is honestly jacked.
I joked with Clint that he couldn’t get me for not loving my chair. The dust on my chair’s road dust, not sittin’ around, doin’ nothin’ dust. I’d clocked in 2250-2300 miles in a little over 5 years…not the best, but definitely not anything to thumb my nose at. It’s just history, Man.
This loaner isn’t bad. It’s a M300 like I had. Yes, it’s made for someone bigger than me, but I’ve found out I LOVE the roominess as opposed to having the chair molded around me! The downside is, whoever had the chair before me, had a serious heart to heart with Bud or Mary Jane depending on which way they swung.
I wondered to Joey if they’d just give me this chair, and we could call it even, but I HIGHLY doubt it, because everybody’s gonna want a piece of the pie.
Be good to each other.
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