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Dave, not a bad guy at all
@davehudson.bsky.social
Working as a self-employed handyman after many miserable years as a writer. Vinyl collector, reader, restorer of soulful vehicles.
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Reached that point of #insomnia where I’m not going to lie in bed for six hours — awake and suffering — before getting a 90 minute nap and waking up to the pre-dawn glow. I’m just not going to go to bed anymore. I’m also going to delete this app off my phone. Maybe I’ll come back. #goodbye
Reached that point of #insomnia where I’m not going to lie in bed for six hours — awake and suffering — before getting a 90 minute nap and waking up to the pre-dawn glow. I’m just not going to go to bed anymore. I’m also going to delete this app off my phone. Maybe I’ll come back. #goodbye
February 2, 2025 at 1:33 PM
I am so tired.
February 2, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Trying to order a car part… how do things keep getting worse?
February 1, 2025 at 10:58 PM
Door latch is fixed.

Unfortunately, I ascertained that I have a leaky heater core. It’s been dripping slowly for months. You all might be able to see that the passenger mat is damp. I will go ahead and order that. This car gets driven; I want to keep it nice.
February 1, 2025 at 10:28 PM
It’s all dumb jokes or doom.
February 1, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Every post here is depressing. Every one. I’m thinking it’s not for me. I try to post about happy car (book, record) stuff to buoy myself but people are too busy spiraling to see it.
February 1, 2025 at 1:19 AM
Been having a little fun figuring out why the Mustang driver’s door won’t latch. It’s not the latching mechanism, confounding my expectations, but instead the push-button handle. Should be a free fix, too.
January 31, 2025 at 8:39 PM
We are absolutely playing. Bolt hasn’t felt this well since June.
January 30, 2025 at 11:41 PM
Continuation of the story which no one will care about: I drove two hours in my 66 Mustang to visit my sick brother. Took that car because my other cars are broken…

Ready to head home and the driver side door won’t latch closed. I bought a bungee cord to keep it shut as I get home.
January 29, 2025 at 11:02 PM
I get a lot less engagement on here than I thought I would. I guess, to get some attention, I need to obsess about Trump or other things I can do nothing about.
January 29, 2025 at 7:38 PM
That’s the overpass that leads to Beaver Crossing Nebraska
January 29, 2025 at 7:08 PM
This is Waverly Nebraska. Five minutes from my house.
January 29, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Welp, I’m driving my vintage Mustang two hours to the city of Hastings, Nebraska, to visit my brother who wound up in the hospital. I have two vehicles right now out of five that I own that are running. This 66 Mustang and a 73 International Harvester pick up. I hope this old girl gets me there.
January 29, 2025 at 6:29 PM
I’m thinking about doubling the size of our vegetable garden from 4x8 feet (plus some pots) to 8x8 feet (plus some pots.

Photo: picture of my son helping me build the first enclosure five years ago and the finished thing.
January 29, 2025 at 2:35 AM
This is for the folks who asked how Bolt was doing. He’s doing great. Back to his old self as a senior dog.
January 29, 2025 at 1:01 AM
It sounds as though I am to be a candidate to donate a kidney to my brother. I want to, of course. For many reasons, some noble. But I also want to keep all my insides. It’s an interesting situation.
January 28, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Not consuming any news this weekend. Just Doc Watson. youtube.com/watch?v=C81V...
youtube.com
January 25, 2025 at 3:09 PM
I turned off notifications from news sources on my phone. Hopefully that helps. Nothing I can do anyway. This country got fascism curious; just have to try to ride it out.
January 25, 2025 at 12:48 AM
It’s really hard to be positive at the moment.
January 24, 2025 at 11:54 PM
The worst drivers in the world can be found in Lincoln, Nebraska. Bold when they should be timid, timid when they should be bold. And let’s not even get into the quality of the roads.
January 23, 2025 at 8:34 PM
I slept well. Planning a good day.
January 22, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Had a decent day. Not a a great one. Or even a good one. But one where I felt like I was in less danger of being capsized. So: better, right? What’s more — I aspire to a solidly good day tomorrow.

‘Cause fuck that guy. He’s not going to sink me. That prick.
January 22, 2025 at 3:46 AM
It’s too fucking cold.
January 21, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Well, here we go.
January 21, 2025 at 3:03 PM
I wonder if I can stay drunk the rest of my life. Or at least the next four years.
January 21, 2025 at 2:48 AM