Tag: Bus Barn

Poppin’ and Lockin’

Well, I’m back, from Outer Space (Seattle). I just walked in to see Cranky sitting there with that dumb look upon his face.

Specifically this one,

NGL: This one got a chuckle out of me.

And if Cranky seems unfazed to be haunted by the disembodied soul of a former coworker appearing to give him advice, well…

Clutch Grinder, no relation to the late ‘Pop’.

This isn’t Ol’ Ed’s first Dickensian Rodeo.

Once again, Tom is pulling an old running gag outta his tattered old gag bag. Treating us to an entire week of that famed Bus Barn mentor and legend, Pop Clutch. And giving me another opportunity to sit awkwardly on the floor of my kitchen taking pictures of Crankshaft trade paperbacks that I’m holding open and flat with my toes like some kind of spy gorilla.

No idea who these two are. Early Crankshaft had some Bus Barn randos that never got names. The woman could be the principal, but this seems out of character for her.
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