One day, travelling across this great country of ours, I was sitting in a diner somewhere down South, and I found myself daydreaming, looking off into the middle distance. I was brought back to reality by a gentleman who seemed to be rather upset that I'd been looking in his direction.
"Whatchu lookin' at?" he asked.
I didn’t know what to say. I hadn't been looking at anything in the real world. Inside my head, I had been looking at sunset over a mountain lake and a tall blonde, who – well, that's beside the point. I thought I should give him some answer, being that he was a bit bigger than me and seemed a lot meaner, but all I could gulp out was "Nothing."
"You wanna have a steerin' contest, s'that it?"
A steering contest seemed like an odd proposition, but when I looked out at the beater cars and the pickup trucks in the diner parking lot, I liked my chances of winning. Even over dirt roads I knew my new suspension – new control arms, struts, tie rods, the whole bit – wouldn't steer me wrong. With new found enthusiasm, I shouted, "You're on! We'll do a Le Mans start."
He looked at me blankly.
"One, two, three, go." With that, I left twenty bucks on the diner table and dashed into the parking lot. I got behind the wheel pulled out and flew off, heading for the worst stretch of back roads I could find. I was bombing over those back roads and hitting turns so hard I was sliding back and forth on the seat like a tube in a wave pool. I laughed when I imagined my unfortunate opponent jostling over the bumpy roads. I took a glance in the rearview mirror to see if I could catch any glance of him. He wasn't there. I slowed down a bit to let him catch up, to be sporting, but after a while I started to wonder if he had ever left the diner. I remembered then that I had never seen him leave, and suddenly it occurred to me, that he might have said " staring contest."
Well, I may have lost the staring contest, but I was a steering contest champion. And I'm willing to defend that title against all comers, but if you want any shot at winning, I suggest you think about getting some new steering parts.
It's finally June, and baseball season is in full swing. I hope whatever team you follow is doing well this year (unless they play in the same conference as the Red Sox. No hard feelings, though). On this date in 1932, Lou Gehrig hit four home runs in one game, and his teammate Tony Lazzeri hit for the natural cycle. Either one of these accomplishments is less common than pitching a perfect game. Forty-four years to the day before that, the poem "Casey at Bat" was published. Spoiler Alert: Casey didn't do quite so well as Messrs. Gehrig and Lazzeri. So, in hopes of having a championship season, we've really been swinging for the fences trying to stock the best new parts. Whatever you're looking for, you won't strike out. I think we're really gonna hit it out of the park with these:
- EGR Valves for several models
- BMW Fog Lights
- Ford Timing Belt Tensioners
- Intercooler Parts
- Ford Fuel Filler Funnels (say that ten times fast)
- Hemi Fender Emblems
- Mercury Brake Pads
- Honda Control Arms
- Soooo much more - Browse Below To See!!