

I'm no St Nick, but I've got a few lists at home. One is a list of things that I don't want to do under any circumstances. Top on that list are things like, #14: Never attempt to circumnavigate the world in a bathtub full of scorpions, #2: Never attempt to infiltrate a Daesh stronghold with two of your best friends dressed like characters from the Blue Man Group, and #1: Never visit your local Department of Motor Vehicles. The problem isn't that I don't appreciate the civil servants who carefully guard our roads from abuse by arbitrarily applying an arcane set of rules...no, the problem is that I don't like waiting in 4 hour lines before being told to wait in a chair with a number like I'm waiting for the butcher to slice some meat. Because, when my number is called, I don't get pastrami -- instead I get a person who may or may not let me transform a commercial box truck into an RV, or may or may not be cool with my lame excuse for taking more than 10 days to register a car. And the problem always starts when I sell a car and buy another used car...so why do I keep doing it? Why do I spend so much time at the DMV? Probably because neat stuff like this next car keeps popping up for sale. Find this 1969 Jeep Gladiator
here on eBay
bidding for $10,100 reserve-not-met with 4 days to go, located in Clinton, MO.