So, my old (1986) Jeep CJ couldn’t get through inspection, but Red, the new guy at Davis Auto Repair (Hey, Curtis!) said he could do it, and did. In spades. Amazing. As I drove out of the inspection station, elated at the idea that I could drive my Jeep legally again, I swore I’d do something nice for Red. After talking to him a bit, I did a tattoo design. Here it is:
He hasn’t seen it yet, and I’m a week behind in getting it to him for various absurd reasons, so don’t tell him. I’m delivering it today anyhow, no matter what. Finally.
Besides, he’s still got my Jeep doors.
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