If you thought my blog needed less Victorian verbiage and more U-joint repair, this might be the place for you!
About a year and a half ago I bought a rusty, beat-up pickup truck from a redneck in a trailer park. It had a bent valve, so it only fired on five of six cylinders, and it had a soft spot in its frame, but it started and moved. It even had four-wheel drive.
Since then much has happened, but my truck is still broken.