Until I get all the piddly shit fixed on the Blue Bastard, driving will make me feel like Ichabod Crane, always hoping to get to the bridge before the Headless Horseman catches me. Inspection and tail light bezel aside, I do have a pretty sweet Jim Anchower upgrade in mind. It will be put into effect tomorrow, since I've got the next three days off.

Go buy Local Angel by Brant Bjork if you haven't done so already.