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To: Ish who wrote (10028)	4/20/2002 8:25:01 AM
From: Dayuhan	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 21057

Get an oil and lube job while you're at it. Did all that. Glad it's done. I mean for the truck. I won't go into what I could've got. I use a mechanic in Angeles City, almost 2 hrs from here. Long way to go to have a truck worked on, but this guy is the original 4x4 demon, loves them with passion and will do whatever it takes to make 'em well. I go over there 3 times a year, have everything checked, fix whatever he says needs fixing, and I have never yet had a road breakdown, despite massive abuse. I hate the place, though. Angeles is beyond weird. Used to be outside the gate of a huge US Air Force base. In those days it made Sodom & Gomorrah look like Salt Lake City. Hardcore shit. Dithers would go into arrest if he imagined a tenth of it. You'd be amazed at what fine upstanding American boys get up to when they know they can get away with anything. It also turned into a big car & bike center. The Air Force guys were really into vehicles, and they spawned a whole culture of Filipino motor freaks. All of the best mechanics are there, and you can get parts for anything. While the boys were working on my truck a 60 year old retired American aircraft mechanic, black guy, was restoring a 1960 Thunderbird across the street. The guy next door has a whole rack of worked over American 454 and 350 engines for sale. There were two blubbery old Germans with foxy little hookers wrapped around them hanging around the place where I was having my work done; they're having a 350 Chevy engine fitted into a rebuilt '76 Land Cruiser. Harleys are all over the place. The Air Force pulled out because the base got leveled by the Pinatubo eruption. The retirees got left behind, and a lot of them went strange. I was up there about 2 months after the eruption. A bunch of these guys, all biker types with leather and chains, ZZ Top beards, beer guts, pit bulls, had found a bulldozer somewhere and plowed off a runway. They were going out there with mobs of done-up girls and gallons of booze, having drag races with the cars and the bikes and dogfights with the pit bulls. Once in a while they'd have a go at each other. Everything still 3 feet deep in volcanic ash, the earth still doing the funky chicken under your feet every 15 minutes. Made Mad Max look mellow. Weird scene. Of course it didn't last, Aussie mafia came in and built the place up as a sex tour center, something like Pattaya on Quaaludes, with no beach. Ugly place. Lots of Pinks, mostly nasty ones, go there to play golf and get laid. I'd never go near it if it wasn't the best place in the country to get a vehicle worked on. Don't know why I'm running on about it, just rounding up the thoughts after a long day. Third World shit; probably sounds pretty odd to people on that side.