Well Maui I dropped by your new Church of the Holy Hayabusa today for the first scheduled service.
First thing that caught my eye (and ear) was that organ. Who'da thunk 300 carefully stacked and tuned slip-ons and pipes all driven by a crash-salvaged Busa pinned on the rev limiter in the cellar could produce such angelic chords?
Singing from the hymn sheet was challenging for all of us though, 'cause nothing rhymes too well in that particular factory recall notice.
The Lesson for the Day; Owner's Manual Chapter Three, Chain Maintenance, Verse Six, Love or Neglect? was sensitively handled by the Priest, who kept his profanity to a minimum.
Then came the sermon, which I and many of the parishioners found quite inspiring. While the hooka was being passed around, the Priest showed us grainy photos and some video of his mistresses over the years. On the toilet, washing his truck, licking carrots...
The only part I objected to was the collection. They send this weasely old hunch back around the pews asking for motorcycle keys, service manuals, microfiche CDs, roaches, pink slips... Most of just kicked the little slimeball and dropped a couple bucks in the parts bin on the way out.
All in all, a profoundly enriching experience.
[This message has been edited by Dirty Pete (edited 17 October 1999).]