First service

The jury is out on Vic and whether he will fit in at Rock HQ. There's a sort of love hate relationship going on, sometimes I think he's the best thing since the batch loaf and carving knife were introduced, and other times he's worse than being ignored in town by someone you know. Its good that he is greener, LPG has less emissions, and is cheaper to run but he is boring. Very boring. His redeeming feature is the stereo, which is powerful enough to blow the doors off and cause internal injuries. In fact its probably marginally more powerful than the engine which would have trouble generating enough energy for pulling the skin off a rice pudding. Compared to Fifi, Vic is on the disappointing side of slow. He does have a huge amount of toys, I was so engrossed in playing with the cruise control the other day, that we nearly joined forces with the back of a lorry, which ruined the novelty factor somewhat. Today Vic came back from the garage after a service and behaving very differently, its like he has had a heart transplant, suddenly he is full of beans. He deserves a second chance.
Speaking of second chances, Rock Rehab will be welcoming two naughty geese who have been terrorising their owner. Expected delivery is by next weekend and they either behave or they will have an interesting Christmas.