Hallelujah! Sara is coming. What a relief.

We need seats for the front. Unfortunately, years of use have made the back of the driver’s seat go out of alignment and there simply is no passenger chair.

So off I went to a junkyard. I’ve never actually been inside one, other than that from the perspective of the movie camera. I followed some people who arrived before me and apparently, no, you first go to the counter, located in a semi out of sight building perhaps 200 yards inside with a paint job that complements the milieux.

I spoke with Bill. Well they didn’t have the specific make and model and year that I was looking for and when I asked about a seat with the integrated seatbelt, he said “You don’t have any tools with you right? You can’t bring any tools on to the lot.” After a once over, “All right you can go look around. Hey! You don’t have anybody else with you do you?” Given my green card, I left the building and went to look for my special seats.

In case you don’t remember or didn’t know, junkyards have cars marvelously stacked on each other, with maybe a foot of elbow room between the columns. Plus it’s the typical hard coar temps. And, you know, it’s a freaking junkyard. In other words, not my favorite situation.

As I walked around, I definitely found a few that may have been appropriate for the passenger. It was usually the larger SUVs that seemed OK. However, the base of the seat wasn’t flat, and I need a flat base. Plus, we’re talking about something that’s going to have an up close relationship with us, and the candidates were all skanky. I looked around for a bit and got more excited about buying seats from the Internet.

I found these. They’re supposed to arrive next week.

Are you also wondering what the garage’s bus report going to include?