Well, I hope I gave y'all a chuckle. A few of you perhaps I owe an apology to, or maybe I should invite you to play poker, I'm not sure which.

As FYF noted this story has been around a while in various guises, the version I first read involved a cheating wife and a blackface Fender amp, the ending being a question about what capacitors he should use in the amp rebuild.

In reality I do not have:

a Team Miyata
a rec room
a pool table
a best friend next door
a cheating wife
any drivetrain components more recent than index shifting, and only one of those

The wife has been out of town for a week but she's at a gathering of fiddle players, banjo players, dulcimer players, shape-note singers, and other amateur musicians, and as she puts it, most of the guys 'look like Santa Claus.' Not that there's anything wrong with that.

I sure hope she thinks this is funny.