It was a rainy day in Bethlehem...the fog was dense as I left my apartment. It was February in Pennsylvania but it was 57f.
Earlier I found the spark plug from the green mule.
There was no carb just rotgut and Indian burns.
I did retrieve the spark plug.I noticed inscribed on the base for use with sku#1337-665-420 only
There was no sku on the carb but the # is familiar
Well 1337 is old hacker leet speech or elite. 420 is either a time pot ref Hitler's birthday or letters DBO 665 is GG2. So I figured it meant grand depot. gg2 looks like an old locker #.
So here I am riding in the rain racing time to get the carb before TP,CW, OR SS do.
Even though it takes more time I take the towpath and the train trestle then a maze of alleyways to be sure I wasn't followed.
I had my trusty rebarr hammer in my black London fog trench coat. I had a cops hatcover on my head like a shower cap I looked like nostradamus or the ghost of Sam kinison on a bender. I had heard that 2 other BSH members were moffed(killed by mopeds)
One had a decomp valve in his medulla. The other had been stuffed with rotting seat foam.