This tuesday I had the day off, money, and boredom. I decided to go on a journey across my new land, on a quest to add new treasure to my book hoard. I thought maybe a new age/wiccan type store might have something along the lines of what I was searching for, compared to a generic bookstore. I was wrong in this assumption but it is not the main focus of my tale. I find a list of stores on witchvox and ascertain which one was close enough for a short trip. I head out only to find my quest is in vain. The store was closed on tuesdays but it wasn't listed as such online because you can make an appointment to come in. From what I could see at the storefront they did not have what I was looking for anyway. I return to my truck which is parked alongside the narrow street. I venture off into my own little world as I look for another store on my phone. All of a sudden there is a terrible bang, scraping, and a mild heart attack. I look around in confusion and down the street spy an older vehicle. A boxy eighties car like a celebrity that has some sort of object sticking out of it. It had a round metal base with a rod going into the back driver side window and coming out the opposite window into a field goal sort of formation. This steel contraption stuck out about 3 feet on either side of the car. Once I realized what had happened and that I now have a seven foot long scrape on the side of my truck, my berserker road rage kicks in, especially when I realize he didn't even attempt to slow down. If he had stopped I wouldn't have even been mad. I get out into traffic and try to chase the bastard down. I in the confusion did not get a license plate number and by the time I was able to pull out he was well down the road. I race down the road and may have spotted him on a side road as I drove by. Completely lost the person (this was probably a good thing at the time) and head back to the street parking in a public lot a block or so down the road. If I had known it was there i would have used it of course. I find out the local police number and got them on the way over to file a report for insurance reasons. I notice a very distinguished looking newand used bookstore across the street. I found a hardcover of the Nibelungelied from 1961, the english translation of Jakob Grimm's Germanic Mythology, Might is Right by Redbeard, a copy of Njal's Saga, and the way of the runes. Plus many more books that I need to go back for but I had hit my limit for the day of fifty bucks. Which for the books was actually fairly cheap. Exactly what I had been looking for. Some of them I had on my immediate wish list and had considered buying online for more money. I also found a great resource not too far away. While I appreciate the books and finding the store, I really don't appreciate the method of my discovery. Perhaps I should start propitiating Locho. The greatest trick Locho may have pulled is convincing heathens he does not exist!