Earlier that evening the real treasure was obtained via an awkward exchange in Friday's. "You know those individual fudge packets you guys use for sundaes? How much $ would it take to get a handful of those, or is it even possible?" Ha. MmmmmMmmmMMMmm. Breakfast of champions and all that. They still give me very warm memories of everyone slouching around the Cuckoo's place before GenCon last summer, sucking on them like sugary pacifiers before the hecticness of the trip and the con itself.
Getting the Emomobile healthy again is an odd chain. The last time, when the tensioner broke, I called this place where I knew an employee.. one of those "Call my place if you need blah blah blah." things. But they only do hardcore engine work, so they pointed me to another place, who did me right, so I called them this time.. Only to find that they don't do body work, but gave me the # of a nearby place that does. I remembered after I spoke with them that my mom's husband does body work for a living, but I'm really not sure if I want to deal with him/them. It might be worth the cost of admission to just do business with businesses, and leave the familial relations to turkey diners and so forth.