I drove Murray all the way across town.
He is in the hands of Tark, the local VW guy. His kids were helping
blow up stuff at the last Psycoblooie. He owes me a bunch of favors,
so instead of me trying to do the electrical stuff or dragging Chuck
all the way up here again, I gave it to him. He is supposed to be a
master at elec. First thing, he tore out the whole fuse box and is
installing something from a modern car, with blade fuses and the
flasher and three relays for headlights and all on one board.
I have the emergency brake cables with the adapters all ready to put
in as soon as I get him back. Honest.
