Under the Wire
July 29, 2020
Sooner or later everybody gets one. A little card arrives in the mail informing you your pickup or car is the subject of a manufacturer’s recall. I used to be very concerned when they arrived. Not anymore.
The note usually informs me a trifecta switcharola located in the lower trimester of my Paulaabdool may malfunction causing the entire vehicle to burst into flames while parked in my barn. This, of course, would burn down the entire barn including all my trophy saddles and expensive tack stored there. The previous sentence was intended to be read by my insurance adjuster in case th...