Kurt's throttle cable snapped again and we embarked on a fix-it mission after he got home from work.
Picking up a cool drink.
I believe this is a look of approval.
No thanks. 
My job was to hold the flashlight.
Curtis joined us for a bit on his way out to practice. The end result? Kurt forgot the only cable he had left was too short so we pushed the scoot into the backyard and called it a night.
2 comments:
is kurt growing jewlocks
i look like im about to fall over.
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