Ma name is Jerkins Gumm, but everyone round these parts calls me Jinx. I’d be most pleased ta meet ya. Anyway, I came by your address when this strange feller came through here a week or so ago. Ya see, I own an Lawnmower and Scooter repair shop here in Espanola, New Mexico. I was a sittin outside on my lawn chair when he drove up. I tell you, he was the strangest looking feller you ever saw. He was riding this weird looking Vespa motor scooter and he was wearing a bathrobe, cowboy boots and some aviator goggles. I tell you he was a sight to behold!

Anyway, he rode up and stopped directly in front of me. Yessir, his scooter was a belching smoke and making quite a racket. As he put down the kick stand and climbed off, that darned scooter suddenly let out a loud groan, wheezed and just died. Then the little guy walked around the scooter three times and then sat down into one of those yogi squats. I watched him for a full two or three minutes. I heard him say, "Home odd me pod me home."

Then I gets me this idea. I figured that I might just buy that there scooter, weld it to a piece of pipe and put it up in front of ma business as a advertisement.

I goes up to this little guy as says, "Howdy, ma name is Jinx. Looks like your machine has bit the dust."

He looked at me and said, "I am Brahma Dung Ananda, great Avatar and seer of seer’s and holy of holies." He paused a spell and added, "Yes, it appears that my beloved Pegasus has traveled her last mile." He stood up and gently put his hand on the handlebars and said, "When one door closes, another opens."

"You look like you need to unwind. Why don’t you come on over to the shade and sit a spell," I suggested.

Well we moseyed over to the shade and I sat back down on my lawn chair and he sat on an old car seat I had propped up against the wall for visitors. Fortunately for me he was downwind. The little guy smelled pretty ripe!

Well we had quite a visit. He told me all about you folks and that you all was his servants. Then he talked about you in detail. He reached inside this old saddle bag and even fetched a picture of you and these other two women dancing around naked! Made my day! I’d surely be mightily pleased TA meet ya Miss Webmistress.

Finally he started looking around. His eyes came to rest on an old rabbit hunting car I had next to the shop. It used to belong to Felix Sanchez. That crazy Mexican had taken a buzz saw to the 66 AMC Marlin and cut the roof clear off it. It ran, but mostly it was just an eyesore.

Felix owed me a gambling debt and had given me the car. I never could figure out if I won or lost that there bet. It was as ugly as a car can get. I figured that I would end up having it hauled off to the junk yard.

When I saw the interest that the little guy had in that old Marlin, I realized that I could kill two birds with one stone. I could get that funny looking motor scooter and git rid of that eyesore, all at the same time.

"Maybe we could make a barter," I ventured.

He looked at me with a glean in his eyes and said, "First let us consult the spirit guide, Jack Daniels!"

Well he fetched out this bottle of Jack Daniels from that there old saddle bag and we proceeded to consult them there guides. Soon I ventured out my trade to him.

His eyes grew big and he leaped up and ran over to the old rusting hunk. He took a look, leaped inside and sat down. Then he leaped out of the car and ran around waving his hands over his head screaming, "Hairy Rama, Hairy Rama, Rama, Rama, Hairy, Hairy"

It was the strangest thing I ever saw. I figured that we had the makings of a deal. Then he sat down and we consulted the Spirit Guide some more.

Then he made a offer. "We got a deal if you will fill it up with gas."

I was taken aback, that old Marlin had a huge gas tank and it was almost empty… but somehow I really wanted to have that there motor scooter, so. I agreed. The little guy was quite a horse trader.

After a couple of minutes, I agreed to his terms.

He smiled and said, "I’ve always thought of myself as a California convertible type of guy."

As I went inside to fetch the title, he wandered over to his scooter. "What are you planning on doing with my faithful Pegasus?" he ask as I approached.

"I’m a gonna put her on the end of a pipe and use it as a advertisement." I said.

"Wonderful! Pegasus will be high in the sky where she belongs! Buddha’s name be praised!"

The last I saw of him he was a headed up north, his long hair a waving in the wind.

Well, the very next day old man Phillips and his son Josh came over with his welding torch and we raised that there scooter up on the poll. Under it, hanging from the wheels, I hung a sign that read, "Motor Scooter and Lawnmower Repair! Get it fixed by Gumm!"

Well let me tell you, my business just took off! Within a couple of days I had to hire the Martinez boys to help me with all the work. Yessir, that there motor scooter was really a good luck charm.

But that is not why I am a writing this here letter. I just wanted you to tell that strange Dung feller that ifin he ever wants to sell me that there Marlin Convertible, I’ll take it! Hell, ifin I put that on top of a poll, I’d be rich!

Yours Sincerely,

Jinx in Espanola