Instant Karma gona' get ya

This past week or so has been exhausting, and stressful for me. There seems to be a real frustrated, angry vibe going around. I've experienced a lot of misplaced yelling directed my way. In addition, I've taken some of that referred frustration out on some undeserving victims.
One incident occurred while my van was in the local shop for a routine service and inspection. What was supposed to be a one day oil change, turned into 3 days and $1,500! Every time I went to pick up my truck something else magically became wrong! The last straw occurred as I had to leave my Van loaded with my gear yet one more night at the shop for one more adjustment that should have been accomplished 3 days ago. I explained to the mechanic that I felt insecure about leaving my van fully loaded in his parking lot. He calmed me by promising to park the van inside the garage for the night. Fine... I arrived the next morning to discover that the Van remained outside last night and that the tow truck parked next to me had been firebombed! The passenger side of my van was scorched, I felt for sure that my truck, and gear, had been damaged.









Well everything plastic on that side of the van had heat damage. Most things plastic were melted to some extent. I feared the worst.

After a day of cleaning, removing melted window tint, and molding, it looked like the damage was only in the hundreds; and not thousands of dollars.
My redemption came on Wednesday afternoon. [No, not the Spitzer scandal. But that helped].

I scored my first after work session of the season. A gusty, lumpy North Westerly at Stehle. Dommer, Upwind, Coastal, Pete, and my self were in attendance. I switched back and forth between my 5.5 and the 90 ltr, or the 109 ltr board. My jibes were terrible; my jumps even worse: but the sailing washed away all the bad. I returned home, happy, and exhausted.