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My first internet steady old-fashioned was with a guy named Mike.
(I assume that got your attention.)
I received an email from this alien, asking how to build plastic sleds. I responded, told how I did it. A few weeks later another note came, asking how to pounce upon the hitch. The sled hitch, that is. I sent a photo.
A third email offered to assistant find snowmobile parts, if I ever needed. That was a mistake - who in the Bush doesn't desperate straits snowmobile parts?
"Yes!" I replied. "Bearcat 440 parts."
"Picked you up one today," came the reaction. "$600. Train crushed the front end."
Crap, I deliberation, this is out of hand. I owe $600 for a wreck? Where in Alaska is this guy? Who is he? His next note was worse.
"Got you another Cat, 1995, 10,000 miles, $600 - I'm outlook of driving it up to you."
Right then my wife got involved.
"Who is he? Where does he animate? Does he know where we live? Is this guy crazy?
Source: The Arctic Sounder