After Ry set me straight on my quickie-cheap brake caliper fantasies, my attention returned to fender struts. I Shortened the bar considerably. I think I can live with this.
I'm really stoked about the PB Blaster cap taillight housing.
I interpreted the celestial beam of light coming through the brake rotor as a sign of divine approval. The well-decorated shop 'fridge, bathed in bright transfiguration, beckons me with cold beverage and the promise of life's secrets revealed.
Mudflap the Wonderdog turned away in disgust and refused comment. He finds these matters insignificant and went about the more important business of licking himself and eating cat shit.