So that was fun.

Rushed home from work last night to see her. (and yes, I probably could do a mile long story on my theories of cars and boats and bikes all being 'women'. But I digress... for now.) Really was just another getting to know her phase; personality and looks and sense of humor. That sort of thing. Though right now it's a whole lot of looking at her and finding all the things I want to change about her looks, and thats never a good approach to women, so maybe I should just stop with all the dating correlations right now, to be safe.

But geesh, I've not had time to get to know her personality yet. And her personality will certainly be changing in the coming weeks and months, since she's a little of an old lady right now.

Anyway, I promised I would digress a while ago, so....

Managed to get the seat off finally. I wonder how people figured out such mechanical gremlins and solved such dastardly vile problems before YouTube and forums were invented. Anyway, I ended up doing exactly what I thought I would do when I got home; brought out a Guinness and sat on the ground next to her and stared. Thought. Processed. You know, about her great personality...

It was this event though, which prompted me to consider another venue where, when the parts start dropping off her (don't start with that) and the grease is flying, it would be more suited to that sort of pillaging and mess. So after a call to the management company, I've found a solution:

Yep. 7A is our new home starting tomorrow. And craziness shall ensue...