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So, today, I had to go to the local Xtreme Cycle Outlet, down there at Exit 2 of I-70 in Western PA. I realize it’s a location that some of you wouldn’t favor. I mean, really: Motorcycles. ATVs. Trump supporters. Noisy stuff. Deplorables. Fat people. My neighbors. And so on.
My purpose in going there was to complain about the battery I’d purchased (at great expense) for our Polaris XR ATV in November of last year. Now, I have no desire to go circling around in mud going vroom, vroom, vroom with said ATV. But it’s bloody useful around the farm. And I was quite irritated when the battery appeared to have died, just when I wanted to use the vehicle, a couple of weeks ago today.
So, right now, I made the trek. Good news! No masks. Rational social distancing. And, once (at my request) they’d verified that the battery wouldn’t take a charge and that it was still under warranty, they replaced it at no expense to me. Hooray!
The most charming moment of the day, though: The young man who gave me a shout-out on my T-Shirt. It’s an advertisement for “Big Ass Fans.” I’ve had the original Big Ass Haiku fan for years, in my upstairs, since I’m congenitally allergic to most models of fans that (IMHO) look as if they belong in Victorian brothels. I love it. Clean. Beautiful. Efficient. And low in energy use.
He was totally OK with the idea that an old lady (I expect I might be his grandmother) had done more research on fans than he had. And that she might have reached a rational conclusion as a result.
God Bless the USA!