Oh, by the way. Still no turn signals From: photofreakk@xxxxxxxxx Sent: Wednesday, October 30, 2013 6:51 PM To: Tcb Subject: [tcb] Re: Chuck has Murray, won't give him back. :-). I love ur story-i felt as if I was right there in the conversation! Sarah Sent from somewhere in the woods -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Denis" <coocoo@xxxxxxx> Sender: tcb-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 18:20:59 -0500 To: <tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> ReplyTo: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [tcb] Chuck has Murray, won't give him back. So, my turn signals won’t work and I talked to Chuck about help. He said that I could come to his place after the BusFest and we would look at it, But Howie had a court date and I couldn’t stay. He said I should just leave Murray with him and he’d look at it. Gerald convinced me that I would be stupid not to let Chuck have Murray for a while, tweak him a little, it would be invaluable. So, I take Murray and the trailer and leave both there and came home. I get two phone calls a day telling what a bad bus Daddy I am and what the hell is this? And what the hell did you do here? and You “just about lost your fancy engine!” No oil it it and it’s not leaking, it pouring! Bad wires to the starter, had to replace the speedometer, bad ignition switch, bad headlight switch.You’ve got wires that don’t go any place, I had to yank out all this extra RV crap ( to work with Gerald’s Super Orange Battery ). The Bumper was attached all wrong and your exhaust leaks ‘cuz you suck! A bent tie rod, and where the hell is the windshield wiper, for God’s sake?!!! I offered to come down and help and take him home and Chuck says, “NO, You cannot come here and you can’t have him, maybe NEVER!!” I’ll probably have to go down there like a ninja, shoot Sue and Chuck with sleeper blow gun darts while they are in the hot tub and steal Murray back. It won’t be easy. Maybe stamps is the hobby for me. They travel well, don’t weigh much. Use no oil, and don’t break down. Chuck knows nothing about them, so he can’t yell at me. Yeah, stamps