Ricerator! (Guaranteed no Audi content, until the end)

[Mike Arman <armanmik@n-jcenter.com>]

Many, many, many years ago, I was an instructor at an un-named trade school
which took the halt, the sick, and the mentally lame (or worse) and
attempted to train them to be motorcycle mechanics. (A few actually made,
it, and a very few of those were actually good at it.)

The building was a converted WW2 vintage barracks, and had a small
cafeteria - operated by a thousand-year-old hag affectionately known to all
as "Typhoid Mary" (The original, I'm sure.)

After my second bout with food poisoning, I decided that in the interests
of crass self-preservation, I would find someplace else to eat lunch. Since
there wasn't anything else nearby, I bought an old refrigerator (for $20)
and dragged it to the office I shared with two other instructors.

We soon became depressed by the expanses of plain white enamel, so we
started putting motorcycle stickers on it - Kawaskai, Bel Ray, Ceriani,
Harley Davidson, etc. Before long, every available square inch of the
refrigerator, including the inside of the door, was completely covered with
stickers.

Since as everyone well knows, each sticker is good for at least 5 mph and
10 hp, we therefore proudly claimed to be the owners and operators of the
world's only supersonic refrigerator. Unfortunately, we were unable to
convince the students to pay $1.00 admission each to admire it, so it was
unceremoniously returned to it's mundane former duty of keeping my lunch cold.



Still no requests for the drag-it-away 4K engine and trans, or for the 5K
cloth interior . . . going once . . .


Best Regards,

Mike Arman