Elliott and I dug the Mule out of about a thousand pounds of snow on the weekend. It took some muscle and ambition to get it freed from it's icy bear cave (four flat tires made sure of that. I let it thaw in the sun for the morning, but couldn't resist a little run to the beer store today just to test'er out.
With no plates, at a time when I should really have been at work, and on my way home from the beer store with a 2-6 of whiskey and a case of beer riding shotgun, it was only natural that someone had to bust me. I'm just glad it was Dirk and not the po po.