There are times when gazebos look terribly tempting and versatile. You have probably never looked at a gazebo in envy. I have moments of sincere, heartfelt hatred for gazebos, and while this is not quite one of them yet, I feel like we might be working up to it.
Gazebos don’t have engines. They also don’t have gearboxes. In fact they have very few mechanical parts at all, and none of them are hard to replace. Yet still you can set up a perfectly good grill under them and, come rain or shine, you can sell food to people who want to buy it. 1987 VW LT31s, on the other hand, have loads and loads of moving parts, all of which are nearly as old as I am. One of these days something is going to go horrifically, expensively wrong.
We set out on this journey knowing that things might end up costing a fortune to fix. We though the Beast was worth it, him being so very full of potential. I need to stop using the past tense.
He didn’t start a few weeks ago, but we were pretty sure it was just a minor fuel problem. With the benefit of two additional weeks of time we now still don’t know what the problem is or how long it will take to fix.
So right now a gazebo looks like a really sensible way to run a business. Positives that can be taken from the situation are that there are no festivals to cancel or organisers to let down because the ever charismatically unpredictable Beast has chosen the off-season for his sabbatical. I will thank him later.
Whatever is wrong will the Beast will get fixed, that’s a given. It will take more than a rotten engine to silence the roar of the Wocky, but it takes us a step back from being able to drive off into the sunset in a neat happy ending. The winding tail of the Jabberwocky obviously still has a few more twists to it yet, I’ll let you know how this one works out next week.
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