"I suppose on the bright side, they leak so much oil that the block will never get a chance to rust." Yes, I have always loved the GM 3.8Litre V6. The Regal. Luxury to spare, slow as a snail. The Skylark. So bad I ripped it out and replaced it with a 4 cylindar. And the Jeep, my Wonderful Wagoneer. Danny kicked my butt going up Parley's Summit. I was in the Jeep, towing nothing, he was in his Mazda B2000, towing a trailer. Passed me like I was standing still, and getting twice the gas mileage. Yup. I love the GM 3.8 V6..
So I was up at 5:00 this morning. I let myself get volunteered for another one of these Saturday college field trips. This time to UVU, Utah Valley University, formerly known as Utah Valley Community College. Other than being at school, standing in the dark waiting for the bus at 6:00am, it was a fun day. Saw some robots, played with physics stuff, learned about fingerprints (did you know that the Egyptians were aware of their use over 3,000 years ago? Neither did I until today.) Anyway, it's 6:30, there are tops 20 people in a bus built for 60 and it's dark outside. I said that it felt like the beginning of a really bad horror movie. We got into a big discussion about who was going to go first. Teachers, #1. Bigger kids second, get them while you're fresh. And last would be Adam, small, wiry and fast. The conversation faded out somewhere around 7200 south. About 15 minutes later we come up over the point of the mountain into a wall of fog. The radio crackles to silence. Tyrel comments that his cell phone lost reception. We all get real quiet and all of a sudden Sam blurts out "Oh my God, I'm dead, they always go for the black guy first" and ducks under the seat. Now I know this isn't very Politically Correct, and I do apologize to anyone who takes offense. But coming from Sam himself, and because of it's spontaneity, I couldn't help but laugh. It's like Guy on Galaxy Quest. "Of course I'm gonna die, I don't even have a last name!".