And the Lord spake unto the fish, and it vomited out Jonah upon the dry land.
–Jonah 2:10, KJV

He spake thus. When you see the 5.4L 3-valve V8:

That’s the thumbnail from this video. Another, from the same guy, reiterates. “I love this very beautiful old truck of mine. But please, please, if you value your sanity and financial health, don’t buy one”.

A different voice says, “I did it anyway and I’m glad”, but he had the twin advantages of only paying 20% of what’s being asked for the truck today in the first place, and doing the job in a world where ‘supply-chain issues’ were a theoretical construct for bored economists.

It’s really kind of heartbreaking to walk away from this pretty thing. If I were a better capitalist, I would buy it anyway and ask even more for it–that cutthroat investment strategy I mentioned last night. But I don’t want to live like that.

(Some more bits of leftover research you don’t actually want to follow.)

Soon, I hope, I will end up downshifting a model year or two and marrying something more like this Vegas hottie. Or maybe an Asian girl named Tundra, or Titania.

After that, the popup is a kind of rig that sits in the pickup bed, and drives around daily looking more or less just like a shell. But once you get it out there to the back of beyond, it pops up in seconds to something more like a tiny home.

That has been, and remains, the vehicular and second-homey plan.

There’s movement on the second brain front too, but that’s a topic for another show.