Earlier today I had the honor of being driven around by Gor, who I think is some sort of barbarian king in his main job.
Well, the Dad Wagon is officially in the shop, up on blocks, awaiting a complete transmission replacement, which ought to take a few weeks. What went wrong I have no idea. Until then my skies will be the color of my grey sedan loner, and I’ll be singing the blues 🚙 till I’m cruising the highways once again in my Marakesh brown leather seats.
→ Hogs Head Cheese: A Disappearing Delicacy ∞
I can’t claim that I was one who helped to postpone the extinction. Somebody told me once as a kid that it contained pig’s brains, so I never ate it. It pretty much looked like jello’d meat, too, which didn’t add to the appeal. I’d try it today, though, if I still lived there, and probably would like it. Vinegar and pork is not a bad combo.