As you read this, T-Hoe is in the capable hands of Mick the Mechanic. I'm pretty sure T-Hoe's brain will be turned off at some point. Then he'll be revived before I pick him up. To keep my mind off the multiple procedures, Hick is taking me to a casino. Actually, it has more to do with the camouflage water bottle and the FREE CASH and LUNCH CREDIT we'll be getting. But I can pretend.
I met Hick at Mick's after procuring my magical elixir, so he could give me a ride home. The journey of what seems like a thousand miles riding with Hick begins with an awkward step up on SilverRedO's pipe-like running board. Then it progresses to a skootch across a cloth seat while avoiding a doorknob on the rubber floor mat.
SilverRedO is not a vehicle I frequent. My last trip in him was probably from the main post office over to Hick House to see the progress, since I didn't want a repeat of getting T-Hoe stuck in PARK on that hill. SilverRedO has a decent ride for a 4WD pickup truck. In spite of the sweaver behind the wheel. There was one issue, though...
"Whew! SilverRedO smells like a dirty old truck!"
"Well. It is. It's a truck. I use it like a truck, Val."
"It didn't used to smell this way, when you first got it. Not even last time I was in it, back in May or June."
"I don't smell anything."
"It's like a musty, closed up, dirty house kind of smell."
"Huh. I got a box of them clothes back there. Out of my old storage unit stuff, that I'm going to wash and sell."
Indeed. A turn of my head revealed a Rubbermaid tub of assorted clothing, a fleece sweatshirt on top. That'll do it! That was EXACTLY what SilverRedO smelled like.
Hick needs to get some of those cardboard deodorant trees at the car wash, to hang from SilverRedO's mirror.