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Decisions, decisions. I recommend the stylish plaid suit and wide tie. Its an interview about a very urban Volvo after all, not a Farmall.

Good point, Nate--I do want people to know how very sophisticated I am.

Nate is right.

I'm partial to the my little pony unicorn, myself.

and by the way - the list of things you have to do to the car is shrinking rapidly!

I don't know about rapid, Diane--it's taking what seems like forever.

And part of that is that I've gotten down to the REALLY big ticket items--the suspension work and painting alone would be enough to buy several crappy old Volvos.

Wow, Terry--will you let us know when the interview will be aired? I'd be interested in a video of that!

I vote for the mayan/shredder dude hat. It'll help make an impact on the kidz, and the chicks dig pompoms.

Of course, if the source of their information on you ever gets out, the dark side of fame and fortune will be extremely apparent.

I don't know if I'll ever know when or where it will air. The way I figure it, they produce these interviews and flog them to anyone who'll buy them. They might set me up with a digital copy that I could put in the files, but it could be that it never airs on any of the local stations here. But whatever happens, you'll be kept updated on this important breaking news.

And Skinnydan, I kinda liked the hat picture, too, since it shows off my muscular physique. It plays havoc with my mullet, though.

Whatever you wear, make sure to hit them up to sponsor your car. Just a little sticker behind the front fender, like racin. The ad revenue from a daily Trussville-downtown run should be substantial, funding future moronic projects.

I vote for the bibbs, but I have a question... if you end up on the tv, won't that have the effect of "outting" you to the fambly?

Skillzy, what I'd really like to have is the whole car covered in one of those ad banners. That way I could put off painting it a while longer.

Dave, you might be right, but no mention has to be made of how the reporter/producer found out about me--after all, why would they stoop to admit that blogs make good news sources? And it's not like anyone watches TV, right?

Sponsorship- what a great idea! See if you can hold out for an Earl Shibe paint job as part of your schwag package.

I'm agreein' with Mr. Dan - chicks dig the pompoms and large pectoral muscles (they nicely set off the pompoms).

Who needs much money for painting the car? Just get a couple of cans of primer gray, some tape on a non-breezy day and you're set. If anyone asks, tell them you're getting it ready for the "real" paint job. Plus, suspensions are over-rated anyhow. You want to feel the road, and what better way than riding on the springs?!?

Marc, I think I'm gonna have to hold out for a real paint job--I've tried a rattle can primer job before, and for some reason, it just didn't turn out that well.

Go figure.

Whenever you're driving a car in battle-grey primer, other cars tend to yield to you much quicker.

Go figure.

[It's why I like driving old cars - that and they're cheap!]

True enough, but I do have that whole "international man of mystery" persona to keep up, and gray primer simply will not do.

I vote for this look.

Maybe so, but that hairstyle makes me look so fat.

Be careful. I don't know about over there, but here, current affairs interviewers twist people's words into an agenda, even editing mid-sentence.

I was going to try to use this phrase Terry, "international man of mystery" but you done ruin't that. Oh well I just can't be funny sometimes when, some people steal my material.

True enough, Kitchen Hand, but best as I can tell, this doesn't seem particularly agenda-driven, and is more along the lines of one of the Captain Obvious sorts of reports we have so much of on local television like when they do stories about not doing bad things such as petting foamy-mouthed animals and hornets and things.

And apologies to Chef Tony for proactively stealing your line.

What's wrong with petting a hornet?

Mmm, Hornets... Friday morning flashbacks of teenaged Friday nights and hot, steamy makeout sessions.

Ok, more than making out. And her daddy bought her the car. I didn't buy my own until a few years later.

I knew I should have said yellow jackets.