No latest launch award for me this year.
A set of u-joints, a motor alignment, a starter solenoid and about ten thousand other odd tasks.
Al the Mirthmaker is in da house. I forgot my camera, but here is a crappy phone shot so I don't get accused of any deceit in my quest to avoid the trophy of shame

We got caught rafted up in a micro-squall and most of them ended up in my shack. I forgot my guitar as well, so the evening's entertainment consisted of Gogol Bordello and the Gypsy Punks at high volume.
To those that are still struggling to get off shore, keep the faith, pour lots of money and sweat in. And beer.
