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20 years or so ago, wife was considering a used truck, and wanted some reviews of year/model, and she put that in Google, and one of the pages she got was this guy who *really* loved his toyota truck and had a whole site with nothing but pictures of it and little mash-notes he'd written to it.
And she was extremely irritated by that.
Sometimes, late at night, I think about the dream held by that guy, and me, and millions of others, about what the internet could be.
And I have another drink.
(Irrelevant aside: We got that Toyota truck, and drove it until the floor rusted out so bad that even the *corrupt* gas station wouldn't let it pass inspection anymore. 400k miles on that engine, still hummed like a top, but on rainy days our clothes would get completely soaked if we drove through puddles.)
(When the inspection guy declines the bribe, it's time to let a vehicle go. He was like, "Noooooo, no, sorry, no can do. That is *really* dangerous."
We kept it for another couple years as an illegal farm license truck.
Great fucking truck.)
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