So I was trying to get my hearse back to LA in time for halloween and after trying for hours to get someone to pick it up from outside of Bakersfield I failed failing. (friday afternoon on the 5 and 405 was probably the reason that the tow companies including the AAA gave me every bullshit reason under the sun not to do it). Man, I lay there in bed last night really pissed. I havn't driven the thing for two years never mind across the grapevine and down the freeways into LA. Then it came to me. Felix, you're getting boring in your old age. You've driven a lot worse a lot further . And think of the kids......it's Halloween for fucks sake. So with intrepid staff member Brendon V in tow we set out before light to rescue a hearse and had a blast for a 150 miles of heat, noise and amazed faces as we hurtled back to LA in a devilish Rocket ship on wheels. Special thanks go to Pepito and the boys at the TA truck repair facility who repaired an air hose in 30 seconds flat after it burnt through on the exhaust and left me with no front suspension just as I was about to get on the 5 and begin the climb out of the desert. Happy Halloween all you Finks out there. Yes, I know you dont like the wheels, but they'll be swapped out soon for some Astros.">
Cool Felix!!, now go do some haunting in Venice!!! Funny I sold that BSA chopper to a guy from Bakersfield this morning!
shit man, if i'd known that we could have thrown it in Brendans truck. Venice is now haunted with a hearse. Happy Halloween guys.....
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