Post by Leslie Sarkany on May 14, 2020 12:53:51 GMT -5
It was with some interpretation that I headed out today. Windy, cloudy and just generally a day made for flushing down the loo. Nogo purred. Hit a pitch that was reminiscent of a Scottish bog that was frequented by wild mobile manure makers who I say really piled it on.
Hit 44 with Quota Guru#2 merrily having a go at it. It began to chatter signifying that the batteries had run out of juice as had I. Dam it I said. Dam. headed back to Nogo for a fresh set of 9 volts, opened the boot, went into my digging bag. Looked at the new batteries and repeated; "Dam it." It was at that very moment that I thought I had looked into the eyes of Medusa.
Avastating. Failure. Kaput. Take was 44 @ $5.91 which more than payed for the petrol.
Anyway made it home 6 short of quota. To a man it would damage his ego to hear that but to a digaholic it was devastating!
Hit 44 with Quota Guru#2 merrily having a go at it. It began to chatter signifying that the batteries had run out of juice as had I. Dam it I said. Dam. headed back to Nogo for a fresh set of 9 volts, opened the boot, went into my digging bag. Looked at the new batteries and repeated; "Dam it." It was at that very moment that I thought I had looked into the eyes of Medusa.
Avastating. Failure. Kaput. Take was 44 @ $5.91 which more than payed for the petrol.
Anyway made it home 6 short of quota. To a man it would damage his ego to hear that but to a digaholic it was devastating!
