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Just received a notice from IRS sticking a penalty of more than $700 for failure to file my llc tax return. I am not sure what happened. I used Taxact and paid them as well. I have a receipt of my payment on March 15, 2024.
This is the first year for the LLC. It had no revenues in 2023 and doesn't owe any taxes. It does have K-1s that were issued so clearly it made it impossible for IRS to verify tax returns of the partners. So, there is justification for IRS to be unhappy on my failure to file the tax return.
I did make a printout and will send the paper copies tomorrow. What can I do to beg for forgiveness? Can I send an explanation with my tax return? What reasons are acceptable?
Since, this is the first time I am filing an LLC tax return and also the first time I used Taxact, I am not sure what I did wrong. Perhaps, I was expected to click a button and didn't. I am sure IRS doesn't accept incompetence or lack of experience as a valid reason. So what reason should I cite? The penalty seems huge on a tax return that doesn't owe any money.

My MIL owns a fairly successful screenprinting business. She does custom screenprinting orders, sells custom DTF prints, some embroidery here and there, and also has a storefront that she sells blanks, printed shirts and more.
With that said, she has been fairly successful despite her severe lack of organization in every regard. Her entire business essentially lives inside her head. Customer orders, the status of those orders, how many shirts they have on hand, how many they need, etc. On occasion, she will provide a customer an itemized invoice and make a copy of that to keep record of their order.
As for processing payments, she currently uses Square, but only if a customer explicitly needs a receipt or if they pay with a card. With that in mind, there is rarely, if ever, any detail on the transaction (what they bought, how many they bought, etc.)
I have told her for a long time that she needs to get organized or her business will never grow. Additionally, it will be very difficult if not impossible to sell her business when she gets older because the future business owners will have no way to retain customers without records.
For context, I am a data analyst (soon to be data scientist) by trade. Data is my jam. I have tried to think of ways to help her manage her data, but considering how big this business sector is, I’m sure there are CRM software or other tools to stay organized and then be able to extract insights via reports.
So, what do you use? What do you like about it? What is missing?

What we know 100% for sure at this point: Officer Okeefe was found near death at 34 Fairview by Read, McCabe & Keri. His last known whereabouts was arriving at a party at 12:15-12:30 at 34 Fairview. Injuries on head, arm & knuckles plus hypothermia cause of death. ME reports undetermined. A minimal investigation is conducted that is clearly incompetence or cover up. Witness statements taken, not signed and very inconsistent with each other and with previous statements. Karen Read tail light is broken and pieces found near John. Ring video from Okeefe house shows time light was broken. Various video footage directly conflicts with all testimony given that is incriminating against Read. Video evidence, receipts and testimony all suggest Read was not drunk. Library video would confirm 100% if Read hit John or not, but amazingly, the 2 min period when Karen drove by happened to be missing. It was when Read was driving home so status of light was crucial. The state sat on this video for 14 months, failing to provide to defense until multiple pre trial hearings finally forced them to hand over. Of course, by then , the library had no copies of original footage and states copy missing 2 min is what we are left with. *imo, this one fact guarantees something is very wrong here
That’s all the facts I can think of, please add ones I missed. The bottom line is, the state can NOT prove motive, intent, knowledge, impairment - which means the elements for charges can not be met. We will never know what really happened that night but taking this to trial was a huge waste of tax money and clearly Read should not have been charged
Possible theories Read unknowingly hit John by accident. Read intentionally hit John. Higgens accidentally hit John with Jeep snowplow. Higgens intentionally hit John. Nagel crew hit John. Unknown 3rd party attacked John. McCabe or Albert member(s) attacked John.
All reasonable theories and the botched investigation ensures we will never know the truth but I think the bizarre injuries suggest Higgens accidentally hit John with his Jeep snow plow (explains parallel cuts ect) and the Albert & McCabe family’s helped to cover it up because accidental death on property would be a huge lawsuit. They didn’t intend on framing Read but that morning, Jen McCabe saw broken light and saw opportunity to push towards her. McCabe immediately runs in the house to advise everyone of new plan but she didn’t know the ring video at John’s existed. The state arguing against the phone cellibrite report is absurd since that exact info is used to convict people across the country so JM did search hos long to die in the snow which is proof she had knowledge prior to discovery of John at 6am
Side note/ A traffic court judge with perceived ties to multiple witnesses refused to recuse herself from a case where bias and coverup is at the very heart of it. Zero self awareness or something more sinister?

Hey yall,
I recently totaled my car and have been looking for my dream vehicle. I want a Denim Blue Volkswagen Beetle, preferably 2012 and up. This car has been difficult to locate and when I do, it often gets sold that day or the next. I found one that is the closest too me, about an hour away. I'm going to look at it on Monday and i want to know if I'm prepared or not. Being a woman who looks very feminine I know ill be subject to upsells and false information by any dealership, and I don't know cars like at all, so I've been reading up about the specific car I'm going to see. I already scheduled check up at a local mechanic in town so they can do the full run down while i have it for my test drive, and since it has been in 2 accidents, one of them listed as 'unknown', to ensure everything checks out. I have notified the dealership that i will be taking it to a mechanic and they seemed to have no problem with that (I'm more so nervous about engine troubles, as some reviews from this dealership state that they bought the vehicle and when they brought it home the engine went out)
Anyway, I was able to talk them down a couple grand in price already, although it still is priced a little above market value (I will be bringing a copy of my Kelley Blue Book market price of the exact vehicle) I have a whole document of questions printed out, as well as the car report they provided me. In my document, I ask for a service history, what they paid for it, what would be my OTD price, if they've done a pre inspection and if so what they found, when was the oil last changed, when were the tires last changed, etc. I am already pre approved for my loan so I would not be financing though the dealership, and my insurance is already figured out. I'm not letting them run my credit since I've been pre approved. I know to not leave my keys or license with them when test driving the vehicle, I plan on bringing my spare keys and I have a printed copy of my drivers license if they want that.
I will only be going with this vehicle if the mechanic gives me a clean bill of health. No one has jumped on this car in 2 months and it may be bc of their bad reviews or that it was priced 5k above market value, which makes me a little nervous as these types of cars go quick. I have been reading up about lemon laws as well, just in case. Now, my current car is being totaled out by insurance, so if i decide to go with this car, I will have to drive my car back home, sign my power of attorney forms and tow the car, then i will get my check from my insurance. I will be asking them if they do holds on vehicles, for how long and what price. I've been reading up online how not to get taken advantage of for the past couple days so I'm hoping i have all the info I need. Please let me know if im doing this correctly or what i should look out for. Also, I will be bringing my boyfriend, who went to school for mechanics.
The last time i bought through a dealership, i had the worst experience ever, so i am a little scared but I will walk away if I get even a hint of uneasiness.

My grandmother's probate is currently in progress. The executor of the will and personal representative is my cousin who has, through this whole process, been pretty sketchy. My sister and I are to receive 80% of the money remaining in my grandmother's estate once probate is closed. We have an approximate estimate to that amount. The cousin and her daughters are to receive the other 10%. There has been little communication or explanation through this entire process. The only info I get is through the mail from the paralegal handling the case. I received this attached document from the cousin's daughter's personal address. She works for a law firm of her own, which is uninvolved with the case. What does this form mean and what would happen if my sister and I signed it? We each got a copy. This cousin provided a labeled envelope to return it to her personal address. Can anyone explain what this form involves or means?

I nearly double-whammied myself this week. I got a speeding ticket which will cost me around £100 either way (speed awareness course or a fine) and that's crap but I've accepted it. And then I almost earned myself a parking penalty yesterday, which is normally £75 or £30 if you pay quickly, but would've been £100 at this particular car park!
The story: Yesterday I went for a little day trip by train. I had to park at the station which has a pretty simple system of scan a qr code and pay for the day's ticket. Well as usual I forgot to account for the time to drive from my home to the station so in the end I boarded the train with literally about 2 seconds to spare. I got on, looked at the overhead to check it was the correct destination, and the doors shut and it pulled away.
I am usually in a medium to serious rush because I always forget to account for the drive time and the multiple traffic lights en route, but I've never forgotten to pay for parking before. Luckily it is a flat day rate at weekends so if I'd spent 30 minutes or 24 hours it'd be the same price. I quickly went about paying for ticket but it had the wrong entry time, when the ANPR would show I entered much earlier. There was a sign also allowing for paying up to 24hrs late, but since I hadn't left yet I was hoping to get away with it. But the correct answer wasn't clear and I was tired and panicky now!
In the end I called their customer service number and asked if it would be acceptable. They said most likely, but, very sternly, not to do this again! (To which I agreed and then they were completely silent until they hung up on me, weird!) Desperately hoping they weren't lying and that I don't get another penalty notice in the mail!
I've also picked up the bad habit of getting my parking receipt to put in my car's window, holding it up as if to look at it, but not reading it! So I have no idea how much time I have! I normally set a timer for 10 minutes less than what I have so I can return in time, but I keep forgetting! I thought to message myself on whatsapp as soon as i arrive so i have a timestamp for parking spots that don't provide a ticket, and photographing a ticket on receiving it to ensure I read it and have a copy to carry with me. Putting a sticker or post it on my dash would remind me but at different places this may not be helpful, such as yesterday my boarding fiasco erased all thoughts of parking.
TLDconclusion: what foolproof methods do you use to ensure you're compliant with parking times etc? Is a post it note on the dash the answer?

My family recently flew first class which included 2 free checked bags per person. Does anyone know how we can get a copy of the baggage claim tags they provide you with at the airport when you check a bag/ something that says you the number of bags you checked for a previous flight if you don’t have a receipt for them because they were included in the ticket price? We threw away the baggage claim tags they provide at the ticket counter after our flight not realizing we needed to submit them as part of my husband’s company relocation package and since we didn’t pay for checked bags we are having trouble getting assistance with proving we actually checked the bags on that flight.

So I am 37(M) and my mother (73) before she passed away on 24/12 /23. The thing that happened was that my mom ended up, having health scares one after another last year. So essentially it was first when she was told to get minor cataract surgeries, this time of month last year and both her and me were busy with her tests and later surgeries in June, July. Since she had Care insurance, she applied for her cataract surgies claim - earlier both got approved for 30k each for both surgies costing almost 50k each but then suddenly they backtracked & said one claim was rejected as place where we got surgies done, was blacklisted later. Now the single 30k claim should have been deposited, right. But nope, it still stuck & since my mom later got diagnosed with stage-4 kidney cancer in September which really shocked both me and my mom as my mom's tests have always been decent, we couldn't follow up more than couple of attempts & instead got focused with dealing with the cancer situation. Irrespectively, I got her on keytruda immunotherapy asap as surgeon couldn't operate till it was reduced and my mom was indeed reacting very positively to the treatment despite some issues with side-effects. However despite my best efforts, my mother suffered a brain stroke and I had to take the difficult decision of taking her off life support while dealing with another care insurance tantrum where they rejected her icu charges when she was admitted as I rushed her to hospital while having a brain stroke. In short, I ended up paying almost 1lakh out of my pocket and still had to pay additional 2.5lakh for further processes which was further complicated by my narcissistic sister who was only around to get her inheritance & making my life hell so I had almost no time to arrange the amount as I had only 40k left. Thus I unfortunately withdrew funds from my mom's accounts (I am Nominee & had her credentials though I also refunded them once I had a more stable mindset & recovered from fevemy learning disability med issues throughout January). Either way, I initiated the Maharashtra govt ppo closure (I had refunded the amts taken from pension accounts prior to initiating paperwork) by Jan end & also approached local cbi home branch for also closing my deceased father's family pension to my mom. The branch manager directed me to this problematic deputy branch manager to whom I did admit that I had to withdraw funds from my mother's pension accounts but I have refunded them once I gathered resources(basically my sibling & family members are useless besides the fact that my sister has indulged in some criminal offenses like harassing me & my mom both before & after her death, etc while said family members did nothing besides ignoring my complicated health issues as I could have died the day my mom passed away). Since my mother also took 3 online FDs earlier in 2023, the deputy branch manager wanted me to break them & told me that individual account won't be closed & only her CIF would be directly deactivated. Also it was only few months for FDs to maturity & state govt pension closure was yet to occur - I told her that I will file for death claim settlement once state govt pension is closed & excess pension is recovered by them as deactivating the CIF will make this troublesome & a legal case. So she agreed to wait till state govt pension is closed and I gather all necessary documents in the meantime. Luckily state govt treasury did close the ppo & withdrew excess pension by 19th March while I also managed to transfer most of the mutual funds where I am Nominee. However since state govt treasury office (it's in another city from where I live & reasonably far), didn't give me letter of closure/confirmation - I was asked to wait for 1 month by local treasury officer (as financial year closing was approaching) which I informed to said deputy branch manager again. During this time, I also had to deal with legal paperwork as the lawyer my mom knew, didn't inform her or me to register the will, my mom made & also wasted my time in March. So I had to look for other ways to inherit one immovable property (my sibling holds 16.66% share and I have 83.34% as per my mom's wish to inherit the property as per her will), one problematic mf scheme transfer which I accidentally botched by editing Nominee details (still not sure as my mental health was seriously impaired in Jan/Feb & I also have same scheme, so not sure how it happened as there's no email confirmation except for an otp I found though I am not sure why I would update nominee details when I am already nominee there & even mentioned in will). Since UTI rejected both of my transmission claims so I am waiting for my current lawyer to complete the gift deed & apply for heirship certificate at municipality for filing my deceased mom's ITR. Also please note that despite timely updates to deputy branch manager, she let the FDs renew without my permission & has been acting dubious besides acting very rudely with me. So situation is,

1. I have filed compliant with cbi bank (or rather couple of them as again, I wasn't informed properly nor received proper feedback from bank plus despite calling customer care for almost 7 times, most aren't clear in their instructions as some mentioned different email-ids to complain to one asking to file a complaint with branch itself but I am not sure as branch manager said nothing despite my confrontation with deputy branch manager happening in front of him). Now I will be collecting the FDs physical certificates from branch & wait for resolution as said deputy branch manager is very suspicious(like asking me to file false FIR for missing online FDs physical certificates which I never had & whose online receipts I already have to also blaming me that I didn't tell her they were online while she wasted time & made me do a Rs500 stamp paper indemnity bond with additional documents like death certificate, AadhaPan, etc or saying there will be penalty for breaking autorenewed FDs that strangely got renewed on maturity dates without any prior indication & some things not adding up with new scheme plus the whole confusing me with different instructions & false claims all the time). Though luckily I have recorded the conversation with her first blaming me then backtracking once her fault was found. Also I atleast managed to travel to the distant city for closing state govt pension bank account & it was transferred to my savings account (it's at same problematic home branch) on 3rd May & de-activated my mom's CIF. So as bank resolution will take additional 15days to come(customer care first said 48hrs & now saying different), should I approach branch with resolution & LHC to minimize further problems despite being Nominee.(there's an error in relationship in cbi's savings account where my name & details are there but relationship is daughter instead of son but I already made Rs.100 self-affidavit as per dubious deputy branch manager instructions & all other documents including death claim form).

 

1. Applying for my mom's final ITR is necessary & I have already submitted most financial statements to my CA to compute including the TDS deducted on the FDs since I have been given July-end deadline. Plus as my mother & me spent more than 10lakh+ for her cancer treatment, I am hoping that I will get some deductible relief on her final itr besides tds. The issue is that I am still lacking any legal heirship document that will allow me to register as assessee for filing my mother's ITR. I did ask another bank where I am also nominee for mom's account, for issuing bank letter confirming Nominee details but they refused. However hopefully as I am going to execute a registered gift deed with help of my new lawyer that will mention my mom's unregistered will, I am hoping it allows me to register for the ITR. Otherwise I will have to approach local municipality office for issuing surviving family membeheirship certificate once gift deed allows me to initiate transfer property to my name.

 

1. There are still some untransferred assets such as a SBG linked to my mom's account besides the UTI scheme that's linked to same account(for uti, I already have most paperwork ready except that they asked for legal document that confirms relationship between me and my mother so while I can submit my passport copy though feeling it's better if will gets registered during gift deed process as it's mentioned there). Then there's the care insurance claim associated with same account & taken by bank officials of same bank yet it came to my attention that Care apparently messed my mom's name multiple times while issuing the policy & the claim hasn't processed as policy name & bank account name don't match (it's only a difference in middlename and could have been conveyed to my mom when she approached them multiple times). I did ask my lawyer regarding this & as amount is only 30k, he has asked me not to think about claim as for now as Care doesn't seem sincere as they haven't given it in writing that they will issue claim if I submit LHC/Registered Will with other documents. So while I will get SBG once I close the account & also uti mf scheme (hopefully), I am not sure if I should file a consumer case against Care (as an employee even misbehaved with my mom & the claim situation feels really fraudulent) or just hope that Care would honor the claim once I submit the documents.(they also only mentioned sending documents over email so again felt weird)

 
Overall all these incidents have seriously affected my health and frankly I need a break for myself as I am still struggling with my grieving (I saw my mom die 3 times & the family drama still triggers my cptsd though I am not suicidal or having med issues unlike in Jan besides still unable to take some personal time off due to these commitments). I also apologize if this post ended up too long or having details all over the place as I am still trying to piece together as much information I have as I do have written journal records of the paperwork & events that occurred though I forgot to list down some details here & there due to trying to manage everything by my own.

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Recently got suspended for not completing my i9 process (I applied with a receipt of my SSN). Forgot about it and after no manager or hr ever mentioning that a due date was soon, was promptly suspended in the middle of a shift like legit got stuck in the fuckin building cause my badge stopped working. Urgently tried to fix the issue of course but couldn’t sign in to i9advantage’s website cause apparently they already filled in the i9 online portion for me(??) Without access to the account I have no way of setting up a meeting to officially prove I even exist. Both HR and i9avantage support continue to send me the same BS copy and paste email no matter what I send them. Tried coming in person to fix and that didn’t work either. Already missed a week of work to this and I’m pretty annoyed

You guys know what an alpine coaster is? They are like a small roller coaster you find in the mountains. They are also called summer toboggans or mountain coasters and I think there’s some long German compound word they are called in parts of Europe. They are like a roller coaster, but with much smaller one or two person sleds you just sit on instead of multi-person cars you ride in, and instead of being built with like a scaffolding or a framework the tracks are just on the ground, using the elevation of the mountain. Basically it’s a coaster track on the side of a mountain where you ride a sled down.
They are pretty fun. Or at least I used to think so. They are more “personal” than roller coasters and although you get nowhere near the speed on them that you do on a good traditional roller coaster and they can’t do corkscrews or loops or anything like that the openness and simplicity of the ride gives an impression of a much greater speed. You’re just sitting there with nothing but a little plastic sled and the track between you and the ground as it goes zooming by. It’s like the difference between how fast a go-cart feels compared to how fast a sports car feels. You know the sports car goes faster but the open, simpleness of a go-cart feels a different kind of fast. There’s plenty of POV Youtube videos if you want to get the basic idea of what they are.
I used to love alpine coasters. Used to.
My family used to go to Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge and up and down the Smokey Mountains for vacations when I was a kid and they are common in that area and I’d always rode them every chance I got.
But as with so many things after I grew up and went to college they just became part of my childhood that slipped away. They aren’t exactly common once you get away from the mountains.
Until one cool spring afternoon in 2004. I was in my final year at college and I was driving back to campus in Tennessee after a short visit to my folks in North Carolina. It was only like a 4 or 5 hour drive via the most efficient route and I had no need to be back at campus early so instead of taking the freeway all the way I got off and took part of my trip through the mountains. The scenery was nicer and I admit I liked pushing my Camaro just a little faster than I should through the twisty mountain roads.
Just after lunchtime happened upon one of those little by-the-highway tourist towns deep somewhere in the Smoky Mountains near the Carolina/Tennessee border. Nothing fancy, a gas station/truck stop, a diner, a couple of places selling tourist merch nestled deep in the mountains. I pulled into the gas station. My tank was getting low and I needed to stretch my legs, maybe grab something to eat. It was still early and I only had another couple of hours. I could kill an hour or so and still make it back to campus at a decent hour.
I pulled into the gas station and was filling my tank when I happened to glance across the road and… well I’ll be damned. There it was. “The Blue Ridge Alpine Coaster.” Nestled on the side of the mountain was a building, a mockup of a red barn, where a single railed track that led up into the mountains, where it soon got lost in the greenery. Wooden hand painted standees of cartoon character bears dressed in stereotypical “Hillbilly” getup stood around, some of them holding signs showing the ride hours and ticket costs and other info. I had to admit, as silly as it was, it made me smile.I finished pumping my gas and, well, nostalgia is a helluva thing. I decided then and there I could waste a little time riding an Alpine Coaster again after all these years before getting back on the road.
I parked my car in a corner of the truck stop's parking lot, put my phone in the center console, this being the days before smart phones when people didn’t keep their phones with them 24/7 and I didn’t want my old Nokia brick phone to fall out during the ride, locked my car and walked across the mountain highway to the Alpine Coaster building.
Getting closer, the place was less inviting. The half hearted attempt at a whimsical faux-Americana kitsch was far less effective when it brushed up against the actual decaying, run down wooden building. Hell calling it a building was generous. It was a wood frame holding up a long roof that covered the area where you got on the sleds. The wood boards creaked under my footsteps.
The only real enclosed structure was a shack that held, what I assumed, was a ticket booth. A door on the side had both a single occupancy bathroom with an out of order sign on it. An old Pepsi machine buzzed and glowed next to it.
Still the place looked alive. Ahead of me a bored looking attendant was helping a mother and her young son into one of the sleds while in a bored monotone repeating the safety brief. A few people were waiting in line at the ticket booth. Up in the mountains the playful shouts of people on the ride echoed down. Fond memories of my own childhood rides flooded my mind.10 minutes and 15 dollars later I was settling into the hard plastic seat of a bright red sled sat atop a simple aluminum rail.
I couldn’t help but grin as the sled slowly climbed the track up the mountains, making click-clack ratcheting sounds that hit my nostalgia centers hard. I felt good. The air was cool and crisp and smelled of pine.Higher and higher in the mountains we went. I don’t know if this is my mind trying to make sense of it after the fact but when I remember these moments, the last good moments, I sometimes think I remember a very slight, very subtle pit of fear in my stomach. I honestly don’t know if I felt it at the time or not or it’s just how my mind tries to make sense of it looking back at.
But either way mostly I was enjoying myself. I smiled. I was a kid again. I could hear riders in front of me let out that initial yell of terrified glee you get at the first drop of any good ride.
It peaked. I glanced around. I could see for miles, rolling hills and mountains. I the sled tipped over and zoomed down the mountain and I let out the same happy yell I heard from the other passengers.The ride zoomed down the mountain, catching speed. The mountain forest floor zoomed past, only a few feet under me. Trees zoomed past. I gave out a happy whoop as the ride banked hard around a curve and then looped back under itself.Another dip, another curve. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the G-forces pulling me every which way.
There was no one exact single moment where things started to go “wrong.” The ride kept going. And going. At this point the first creeping thought entered my head.
The ride… was still going.
It just started to hit me… this ride was going on for a really long time. I had taken a dozen rides on various coasters of this type before that day and they topped out at about 5 minutes or so, and that was the long ones. Longer than a traditional roller coaster but not that long. This one had been going on for what felt like 10, maybe even 15 minutes.
I looked back over my shoulder and could only see trees, moving too fast to really get a bearing on where I was at in relation to anything.
I wasn't exactly really worried yet. Okay so I had found a particularly long alpine coaster. At the time I wasn’t 100% wasn't sure they didn’t exist or anything like that. I was a little… unnerved but nothing was happening that was impossible. Yet.
I was trying to talk myself back into just enjoying the ride and stop overthinking it, and halfway succeeded, when out of nowhere I suddenly banked hard, the track jutting out almost over a sheer cliffside. I gripped the sled more tightly as I was whipped around. The ride then dipped hard and picked up speed, barreling down the side of the mountain.
I was pushed back against the seat by the force of the drop. Jesus I didn’t remember them being this rough. I was feeling slightly nauseous. And where had this elevation drop come from I wondered? I was still in the foothills and I didn’t remember seeing anything but gentle rolling hills and light drops from looking at the ride’s route earlier. How the ride had managed such a long, steep drop in this area I didn’t know. . For the first time I hoped that the ride would be over soon. I had no idea then how much I would want that same hope to be true so much more as time went on.
With a whiplash motion I was whipped forward and then back as the ride leveled out on flat ground again, but by this point I was going fast, too fast. My neck hurt from the mild whiplash and I felt sour in my throat and for a moment the contents of my stomach threatened to come back up. For the first, but hardly the last time the ride felt unsafe. Alpine Coasters are tame affairs, much slower and gentler than full on roller coasters but this thing was throwing me around like no thrill ride I had ever been on.
I looked around. I mean I wasn’t that deep into the woods. I should have been able to see a glimpse of something; the highway, the gas station, the tourist shops, the Alpine Coaster office, something, anything. But nothing. Just trees.
I forced back some panic for the first time. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. The ride zoomed along. I counted to 60. I counted to 60 again. And again. Okay this was getting uncomfortably harder and harder to explain.
Suddenly I noticed that up ahead the track seemed to just end, for one brief, terrible moment I thought the track just ended but I was wrong. Almost without warning the track dipped in an almost vertical drop. I almost screamed as I plummeted for 20, maybe 30 seconds before flattening out again.
By this point the voice in my head that was telling me something was wrong was louder and I could no longer tell myself it was wrong. This ride could not have been this long. I tried to make sense of it, wondering if somehow I had gotten diverted onto some kind of maintenance track or, hell for one brief irrational moment even entertaining the idea that I had wound up on an actual train track somehow. But that was absurd. The rail below me was not a train track, it was still just the simple, aluminum rail of an alpine coaster and there had been no diversions or junctions in the track. I was still on the ride, as insane as that was starting to feel. Had the ride somehow looped? Again after having the thought I immediately dismissed it as crazy. There’s no way I could have missed the ride building where I got on. And what kind of ride loops over and over?
The sled zoomed through the forest, oddly never seeming to lose speed despite the relatively flat grade of the track. I cursed myself for leaving my phone in the car and not wearing a watch. I don’t know exactly how long I had been on the ride at that point but it felt like I had been on the ride for a half hour, maybe more. But time is a funny thing when you’re in a situation you’ve never been in. Could have been more, could have been less, at that point.
My pride finally failed me. I started to scream for help. I screamed out that the ride was broken, to stop it, that I needed help. I did that for about ten minutes or so I think. The ride kept going. Mostly flat, level track with occasional mild dips and turns. But the simple length of the ride grew more and more unnerving and unexplainable.
I thought about just bailing out. But the ride, impossibly, was still not slowing down and chunks of mountain rock and thick tree trunks were all around me. Bailing out without risking smashing into a rock or a tree seemed impossible.
The ride kept going.
Up ahead the forest was clearing out some, I could see the forest brightening, more sunlight making it through the canopy.
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
The trees stopped and I had just enough time to take in a flat, open area of rock maybe 40, 50 yards at most before another sheer cliff. The tracks twisted and turned and then shot straight down. But that wasn’t the worst of it. For a moment, a very short moment, I had a clear view for miles and the landscape was, to be blunt, totally impossible. Any possibility that I had just stumbled on some incredibly long ride was blasted out of my head. Barren, volcanic looking rock stretched for miles. Jagged, black rocky outcroppings as far as the eye could see. I was in the goddamn Smoky Mountains. They don’t look like that.
I had a few moments for the terror of that view to settle in before the cart plunged into another horrifying drop. I gripped the handles of the cheap plastic sled until my knuckles turned white. The drop felt completely vertical, like I was falling at terminal velocity. I screamed. My stomach dropped and turned. I imagined the sled coming away from the track and me just plummeting screaming to my death on the rocks below. But somehow the ride still functioned. I closed my eyes tightly and just waited for whatever was going to happen. Eventually after several what felt like a full minute of steep plunging the track again leveled out, and I opened my eyes to see myself moving at breakneck speed over that black, rocky landscape.
Now that I was moving on a more or less flat horizontal track again I took a few deep breaths. I looked over the edge of the track. Nothing but that black, jagged rock, almost looking like obsidian, zooming past. I had no idea how fast the sled was moving now. Fast. Faster than a gravity powered sled should be moving. And the track was higher off the ground now. Alpine slides usually stick pretty close to the ground, but I was 20 feet or so in the air, the track suspended in the air, a simple metal tube tower like a power pylon every few yards.
Without any immediate threat and the sled moving fast but steadily and level I was able to think about my situation again, for all the good that did me. Ahead of me the track just continued to the horizon, nothing but the same rocky landscape as far as I could see. I craned my neck to look back over my shoulder and looked back behind me and it looked the same. Even the mountains were but distant specs on the horizon behind me.
This was insane. There’s not a giant seemingly endless field of black jagged rock in the goddamn Smoky Mountains. There’s no cliff faces tall and steep enough for a multi-minute vertical drop. And alpine coasters were small affairs, not major engineering projects that span miles with pylons and vertical tracks. It made no sense.
Sadly it wasn’t going to start making any more sense anytime soon.
The ride kept going.
I was on this rocky landscape for several hours. I feel comfortable saying this because I could actually notice the sun getting lower in the sky. And the sled wasn’t slowing down despite the grade of the track being flat. I was getting cramped from sitting and stretched my legs and twisted my back as best I could. Didn’t do much help. My eyes were starting to get irritated from the constant wind in them. Worst of all it was starting to get chilly. I only had on a light jacket, a windbreaker, just something to keep the breeze off me, no real insulation. I was cold, my joints were stiff, I was hungry and thirsty. My eyes watered and my throat was so dry it was sore.
But none of that was as bad as just how little sense this all made. There’s nothing like this place anywhere near the Smoky Mountains. This was like some volcanic rock landscape. The more I thought about it the less sense it made.
The ride kept going.
My mind didn’t even try to process this. Whatever I was experiencing simply couldn’t be possible. I was crazy. I was dreaming. The CIA had kidnapped me and dosed me with some new version of LSD and I was in a straightjacket in a padded room at Area 51.
The sled kept zooming along as the sky turned to dusk. Soon the bridge disappeared from my view and I continued on along the endless, rocky, featureless landscape.
I sat back against the sled, mentally and physically numb. I was exhausted. I was thirsty. I was cramping up. I was hungry. I had to pee. I held it for as long as I could, then had no choice but just wet myself. I cried until I had no more tears left. Then I just sat there.
The ride kept going.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon my throat felt like sandpaper. I dug around in my jacket pockets hoping to find a stick of gum or piece of candy. Nothing. I checked again, having nothing else to do. Under a crumpled store receipt in the inner pocket of my jacket was a single old, forgotten cough drop. I unwrapped it from the paper and popped it in my mouth. Saliva flooded back into my mouth and I was overwhelmed by the methanol and medicine taste. It was something at least, although I knew it would be a brief and temporary fix at best.
I felt my eyes get heavy. It was getting colder. That mountain cold. That deep cold the mountains have even into the early spring when the sun goes down. That kind that just pulls the heat right out of you. I shivered. A terrible, horrible certainty came to me. I would ride until I passed out from exhaustion or the hypothermia set in. My body would tumble off the sled to fall and skip across the rocky ground like a stone skipping across a lake, my bones breaking as I tumbled until my body finally came to a stop. If I was lucky I would be killed and not have to lie for days, broken and bruised, on the ground until death took me.
The ride kept going. The ride kept going. The fucking ride kept going.
“Fuck you” I said to the ride, my voice a horse whisper. I pulled my jacket closer around me, for all the good it did. The cold wind was slowly but surely pulling my body heat away. My shivering got worse, crossing the line from a simple normal shiver into those deep, almost violent full body ones.. I wasn’t anything you could call an experienced outdoorsman, but I knew enough to know that wasn’t a good sign.
It was getting dark. There was a full moon at least so I wasn’t totally in the dark.
About then I noticed something. The landscape, what little I could see in the fading light, was changing. It was smoothing out, becoming less rocky and craggy. Up ahead an odd, shimmering light was starting to appear on the ground.
I was over it before I even realized what it was. The tracks were going over a smooth surface.
Water. It was a lake. The odd lights I had seen were the moon, reflected in ripples on the lake.
Within minutes I was out of the view of the land. After the nearly endless rocky landscape and everything else I had seen, it scared me how little I was shocked. I didn’t like how mentally numb I was getting. I leaned over. There was enough moonlight to see the water, 15 or 20 feet below the track. The pylons holding up the track went into the water, the light wasn’t good enough to even make a guess at how far they went down or how deep the water was.I leaned back in the sled. My eyes were red and bloodshot from the constant wind. I closed them. This was a mistake.I jerked awake. I don’t know if I dozed off for a split second or an hour. My weight had shifted and I caught myself as my center of gravity was in danger of sending me off the sled and into the water.
I screamed in anger. A deep primal scream. I hurt so bad. My joints felt like they were full of glass. My limbs were full of pins and needles. I glanced over at the water. For the first time on the very edges of my brain a tiny voice started to speak up, telling me that I could be all over if I just jumped. I shut the voice up, but it scared me still.
I sat there as the ride went on. It felt like hours. Eventually the lake ended in a rocky shore line. The damned ride. There was no safe place to bail out. If the ride slowed down, it was high in the air, if it moved toward the ground it sped up. Sharp rocks, big trees, nothing you could safely bail out into.
I kept having to force myself awake. I kept dozing off. Once I felt myself falling asleep and drove a vicious uppercut into my own nose to stave it off.
I seriously started to think about how much longer I could hang on. The voice came back again. This time I didn’t shut it up. I wasn’t admitting it to myself yet, but I was starting to think about the best way to land that would end it quickly if I needed to.
Something was ahead. The track seemed to dip into the ground. I was too tired, too beaten to even get scared. I was just resigned to whatever happened at this point.
With little warning the track took my sled into a tunnel in the ground. Everything went completely pitch black. After several moments even the dim moonlight was gone.
This was the worst part. The creepy forest, the immense rocky landscape, the eerie lake… those were bad. But this was just nothing. Nothing to look at, nothing to hear, nothing for reference or sense of where I was going. The walls of the tunnel felt like they were inches from me in every direction. The air felt thick, like there wasn’t enough oxygen.
With every moment I was in that tunnel I lost a little more hope. After a long, long time I made a decision. When I got out of this tunnel, I would jump. I didn’t care anymore. Hopefully there would be a spot where I could be certain the fall would instantly kill me. I was done. The ride had beaten me. I sat there, waiting for a chance to end this on my terms. That was all I had left.
Eventually up ahead, a tiny speck of light appeared. I gathered my strength, ready to end it. I sat up, getting my legs under me so I could jump as soon as we were clear. The sled burst out of the tunnel. The dim light of the full moon was enough to be momentarily blinding after the pitch black of the tunnel.. I gave my eyes a moment to adjust.
I was back in a normal looking Appalachian forest. Rolling hills, green trees. The air smelled of pine again. I heard an owl hoot off somewhere.
Slowly I lowered myself back into a setting position, in shock. At first I refused to believe it but the ride was slowing down. I held still, making sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, but no, the cheap plastic sled that had been my world for what felt like an eternity was slowing down.
Up ahead, a structure was visible, peeking out from among the trees in the dim lighting as the sled moved down the track.
It was the Alpine Slide building. The crappy fake red barn where I had boarded this cursed ride so long ago. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, sure it was either my mind or the cursed ride playing tricks with me. But the building stayed there.
It grew closer and closer. The track leveled completely out. The sled slowed down more. Before I had the time to really come to terms with it I arrived back at the building.
The sled slowed to a stop, gently pumping against another sled parked on the track. I sat there for a few moments, gasping in great big gulping fear breaths, trying to assure myself the ride didn’t have one last trick of its sleeve.
I looked around. The place was empty, deserted. The overhead lights were still on and the old Pepsi machine still glowed and buzzed, but the ticket booth was dark and empty, a metal gate pulled down over the ticket window.
Suddenly it hit me that I was free and I practically leapt out of the sled and onto the platform. I immediately collapsed. My legs were jelly and my head was spinning. I tried to stand up again and doubled over, dry heaving. Have you ever been out on a boat for a day and have that weird reverse motion sickness when you’re back on solid land? It was like that times a hundred. My inner ear was literally pounding, all the motion had really done a number on it.
I laid there for a few moments and eventually forced myself to stand up on my two wobbling legs. I looked around, a horrible certainty creeping into my mind that there would be no exit, no way off the platform but to my relief an exit turnstyle, one of those full height ones, was set into the fence that surrounded the ride property.
I went through it and found myself back on the main road. The truckstop was still there, still open but far less busy. My car sat in the same corner of the parking lot I had left it.
I allowed myself one look back, just one quick one. The metal skeleton of the Alpine Slide track sat there, dark and quiet but otherwise normal.
I stumbled-ran back to my car, dug the keys out of my pocket, and collapsed inside. When the door shut I let out a primal scream, the tons of fear and confusion and anger all fusing into a single, raw emotion. I screamed again and again.
After a few moments I felt like I was emotionally at least back to a place where I could act, although I wasn’t sure yet what to do next. Not really knowing what to do I cranked the car. The A/C had been on low when I shut off the car and it came roaring back to life and cold air blowing on me almost sent me back into a full on panic attack. I fumbled with the climate controls until the air stopped blowing directly on me, then calmed down enough to turn the heat on, helping to get the chill out of my bones. There was a half full bottle of water in the center console cup holder and I grabbed it and chugged it. Nothing ever tasted as good before or sense as that few ounces of water.
That was when I noticed the clock on the radio head unit. It was 4:17 in the morning. It had been about one, one thirty or so in the afternoon when I got on the accursed ride.
Over 15 hours. I had been on the goddamn ride for over 15 hours. Over half a day.
I just sat there. Warming up. Calming down. I was exhausted. I was dehydrated. I can’t even describe how my head felt. I probably had at least a minor case of hypothermia. I thought about going into the gas station and asking for help but what would I even say, and more than anything I just wanted to get away from this place. And I just wanted to get away. I wanted to be nowhere near that damn ride.
I put the Camaro in gear and pulled into the street and in panic I immediately slammed on the brakes. I was lucky there was no traffic on the road at that moment. The feeling of accelerating to just normal surface street speeds made me sick to my stomach. I gathered myself and very slowly accelerated the car I usually treated with a very heavy foot up to 30 miles an hour. Every time I tried to accelerate at a pace faster than “Old Lady Going to Church, Uphill” I would have a panic attack. I was okay once I was up to speed, but accelerating freaked me out after being on that ride.
I drove about 30 minutes, putting some arbitrary amount of distance between myself and the coaster. Eventually I made it back to where the twisty mountain road met back up with a major road that would eventually meet back up with the highway. After a few more minutes of driving I saw the onramp for the highway. There was one of those big truckstop travel plazas and pulled in, parking right up at the door. I smelled like pee and I can only imagine how I looked, but I didn’t care.
I kept a couple of emergency 20s in the back of my wallet and spent it on the biggest bottle of water the store had, an overpriced bottle of eye drops, and a huge travel mug of coffee. The clerk looked at me as if he was expecting me to either drop dead or rob him the entire time.
Back in my car I downed the coffee. I put a few eye drops in each of my eyes and sat there as the caffeine took effect until I felt like I could make it back to my apartment. The sun was just coming up when I finally pulled out of the truck stop and got on the freeway. I slowly, very slowly, accelerated up to highway speed, put the Camaro in cruise control, and let the miles start to drift away. I turned on the radio, I needed to hear human voices. Every time my mind went back to what had just happened I turned the radio up louder, eventually drowning it out with painful levels of rock music. I wasn’t ready to think about it yet. Yes looking back I know I was just in denial. I finally made it back to the crappy little apartment I had off campus, a little two story walk up studio. I let myself in and collapsed on the cheap couch. I was asleep before I even had the time to decide whether or not to do anything else. I woke up later that afternoon. I took a shower and ate a meal and didn’t think about the ride. I washed the pee stained filthy clothes I had been wearing and didn’t think about the ride. I went back to class and didn’t think about the ride. Every time I thought about the ride I forced it out of my head. I’m sure this wasn’t the most mentally healthy thing to do but what can you say?
I didn’t forget about it, don’t be silly. This isn’t the kind of thing you forget. One day while looking up something else in the university’s library my curiosity got the better of me and I looked up the Alpine Slide. No website but a few Google Map and Yelp mentions. None of them mentioned anything weird, certainly nothing even remotely like what I experienced. Near as I can tell it closed sometimes in the winter of 2012.
Life went on. I mean, that’s what it does. The next day was a little better. And the day after that a little better. And the day after that a little better still. I met a nice girl. Graduated. Got married. Got a nice house in the suburbs. Got a dog. Had a daughter. Spent a lot of time happy and not thinking about being trapped on an endless alpine coaster.And that was my life for many, many years after that.
Until a few weeks back when as a very different person I found myself driving a boring and safe mid sized family SUV through those same mountains. My wife Carol, 5 months pregnant, sat in the passenger seat, our 6 year old daughter Emily in a booster seat in the back, and Max our mixed breed mutt next to her. It had been a nice pleasant trip, driving back from visiting her folks.
I hadn’t thought about that fucking ride in so long I barely registered that I was in the same general area until it was too late. Suddenly I realized that little mountain tourist trap town was only a few minutes down the road. I swallowed hard and gripped the steering wheel hard. Carol was looking out the window at the scenery and Emily was deep into some kid’s Youtube video on an iPad. I forced myself to keep my breath steady as we rounded the corner.The town was still there, sorta. Time had not been kind to it. The gas station was still there, at some point it had been bought out by Shell. The tourist trap shops were still there. One of them was now a vape shop. The diner was closed, the building looking like it sat unused for a long time.
But of course that’s not what I cared about. A looked over at the site where the Alpine Coaster once stood. It was gone. The kitschy fake barn was gone. The site was just a bare concrete slab with a chainlink fence around it. Faded “no trespassing” and “for sale” signs hung off the fence. A pile of old, decaying lumber that might have once long ago been part of the structure covered part of the old lot. No sign of the track remained outside of some old concrete support posts dotting the side of the mountain.
I exhaled out a breath I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in. Soon the little town disappeared in my rear view mirror.
About a half hour later we stopped for gas. I pulled up to a gas pump across from a massive motorhome. Max stuck his head out the window and started barking at a little white dog, a toy breed of some kind, in the window of the motorhome. Carol and Emily immediately headed into the store to restock on snacks while I fueled up.
I stood there, a half smile on my lips as Max barked and wagged his tail in an attempt to attract the attention of the other dog while I filled up the tank, said dog doing an admirable job of ignoring him.
Right about the time I finished fueling up and cleaning the bugs off the windshield Carol returned from inside the store, Emily in tow, arms filled with two full sized bags of Salt and Vinegar Potato Chips and what looked to be a half dozen individually wrapped pickles.
I raised an eyebrow at the collection of food but knew better than to question a pregnant woman's snack choices.
“Should we take Max for a quick walk?” Carol asked. The travel plaza had a nice little gated dog walking area off to the side.
“Yeah probably not a bad idea, he’s been cooped up in the car for a few hours.” I said. Max, upon hearing his name and the word “walk” , forgot about the other dog and upgraded from wagging his tail to wagging his entire body while making whining sounds and staring right at me.
About this time I became half aware that the big motor home next to us was pulling away. I didn’t think much of it, outside of doing a quick automatic mental check to make sure Emily was well clear of the moving vehicle, but she was safely between me and our SUV, well out of the way.
But that was when Emily looked behind me and cheerfully yelled “Daddy look a roller coaster! Can I ride the coaster?”
It’s cliche as fuck I know but my blood went cold.
I turned around slowly, certain in my knowledge that terrible old decrepit Alpine Coaster would be there, having just popped into existence to trap me again.
That.. is not what I saw. Sure enough there was a coaster there, one I hadn’t noticed earlier because it had mostly been blocked by the motor home, but there it was. It was even an Alpine Coaster.
But it was not the same coaster I had encountered those years ago. That was immediately obvious. It was a small but modern and newish looking setup with neon lights and a bunch of people. There was an actual building where you bought tickets and a little snack stand.
“Daddy! Can we go on the coaster!” Emily asked again.
My mouth made motions but no words came out. I glanced over at Carol, hoping she’d say we didn’t have time but to my horror she smiled and said “You know what? That does sound like fun. Daddy will take you while I take Max for a walk.”
My mind raced, trying to think of a way to get out of it. But Emily was already dragging me across the parking lot to the entrance.
I patted my pocket, making sure my phone was in it. Every fiber of my being was screaming to run away. I slept walked through the line and the ticket booth while Emily bounced happily.
We got into a two seat plastic sled. This one was actually a lot nicer than the one my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about. It had two nice cushioned seats, big grab handles, even a nice rollbar.
The sled started up the track. I fought back the panic. I swerved my head around, keeping the building in my view. I was terrified of losing sight of it. We made it to the top and Emily did a happy squeal as we started down the side of the mountain.
My heart raced. Any second, any second my mind told me we’d lose sight of the building and then the ride would never end. The ride sped down the mountain. My mind tortured me with thoughts of not only going through it again, but seeing Emily go through it. The ride went around a big, banking turn. Emily kept shouting happily. How long before Carol reported us missing I wondered? Could I keep Emily calm? What if it lasted even longer this time? What if this time it never ended?
And then we were back at the start of the ride. The same attendant who had helped us into the sled was helping Emily out. I stepped out. The attendant gave me a brief look but said nothing. I guess I looked a little wild eyed.
I was fine. Emily was fine. It had been a perfectly normal, fun ride.
“That was fun Daddy! Thank you!” Emily said. I forced a smile back. “It was fun.” I responded, hoping like I sounded like I meant it.
I took Emily’s hand and we walked back to the car. Max saw us coming and barked happily. Carol looked up from the pint of Ben and Jerry’s she had somehow acquired and added to her snack collection while we were gone and smiled at us.
“Did you have fun?” she asked.
“It was so fun Mommy!” Emily said.
Carol smiled down at her, but then looked at me and frowned. “Are you okay?” Carol could read my face a lot better than the attendant could. “You’re pale.”
I smiled and this time the smile felt real. “Ya know what. Yeah, I think I am okay.”
Carol looked a little puzzled, but didn’t press it. We loaded Emily back in her booster seat, stopped Max from trying desperately to eat half a discarded gas station hot dog off the ground and got him back in the car. Carol and her small collection of snack food took her place in the passenger seat and I got in the driver's seat.I smiled. I cranked the car. I put it in gear. I pulled out of the gas station and back on the road, this time accelerating just a little faster than I had in years.

I had two guest come over last night from 8pm-2am only to find out their cars have been towed. I had my car towed earlier this year for an expired tag and have the policy on hand. It states “A PARKING DECAL SYSTEM is hereby adopted and enacted by the Board. All Owners, their tenants, guests and invitees shall be subject to and shall comply with this PARKING DECAL SYSTEM. Any vehicle parked in the community which does not display a parking decal shall be towed at the vehicle owner's expense. Violators will be towed at the Unit Owner and/or vehicle owner's expense.” But what I’m conflicted with is further down the policy is this statement “Any vehicle parked in violation of this parking policy, or any and all restrictions set forth in the Declaration, shall be subject to towing following twenty-four (24) hours' notice which shall be affixed to the offending vehicle, and shall include the following language in bold-faced, conspicuous type, in addition to information required by 715.07, Fla. Stat.: TWENTY- FOUR (24) HOURS OF THE TIME THIS NOTICE WAS POSTED TIME POSTED: The Association's designated wrecker service shall perform periodic inspections of the community and place the foregoing notice on any vehicle parked in violation of this parking policy. Any vehicle that is in violation more than once time in a 30-day period will be automatically towed.”
I called the towing truck company asking them why no 24hr notice was applied and they informed me their contract states no permit is a instant tow. Does that not contradict the policy? Are you able to request a copy of the contract from associations?

I moved into my apartment 4 days ago and the complex last night towed me and my roommates cars. We still have not received a copy of our lease and we found out today when calling the tow company that we were supposed to have received parking passes which was never mentioned. They will not reimburse us for us buying our cars back from the towing company. I feel this is illegal and what should I do??

So I'm dealing with this oil leak trouble.
2023 V7 Special roughly 3k miles on odometer
Basically about 3-4 weeks ago I left my motorcycle in a garage overnight. My mother noticed what honestly looked like water with a sheen to it. We looked at the engine thin layer of oil on both sides of the engine near where the engine and transmission meet and quite a bit underneath. Had it towed to a dealer. They looked it over and were unable to find anything wrong after riding it three times (per their report). However they refilled the oil. I then road it to NJ and this time black oil dripping underneath the engine, and again some on the right side of the engine. Road it home. Took it to a very reputable dealer about an hour from my house (AJ Cycles Gill MA). They did notice a leak. They replaced O-ring gasket-crush washer for oil filter replaced the oil again and transmission fluid. road tested and reported okay. I road it home about 35 miles with some varied riding yesterday (I was riding it hard to see if there was still a problem was still there) and there was quickly 2-3 drops of oil underneath the engine. I am planning a 2000 mile ride from MA to Indiana and back starting on Wednesday and I'm just concerned.
Two questions:

1. I've gotten charged about $300 between two dealerships for this and I feel strongly this should be covered under warrantee given that this is not the fault of my use, but I don't see anything specific in the warranty literature about this kind of thing. Am I off base here, can someone show me any literature that would back up my feelings here?
2. Given that two dealerships have looked at it and it doesn't seem to be a significant mechanical problem, should I just feel confident making the ride that I have been planning for about 6 months, perhaps I'll being 2-4oz of oil with me just in case.

Happy to supply picture of the bike and the leak, and copies of the receipt for the service per request
Thanks!
**Update: I went to the dealer they stated that it is not covered under warranty because moto guzzi is not great at giving them money for the work**

How long does someone have to “finish paying” for a vehicle? (Alabama)
A “friend” of ours was purchasing a used vehicle from us it’s a ‘72 model truck, and never finished paying for the truck. No bill of sale or payment receipts were ever exchanged between any party. It’s been sitting here for over 3 years and in the meantime, he’s stored several other personal vehicles, four wheelers, a grill, an RV camper, and more here for at least a year. Roughly 4 months ago I’d given him 30 day notice to come and get his items, and had a tow truck come and get his stuff after a while. He was threatening our family, his other truck was in someone else’s name, the original owner was looking for it and we have small children and didn’t want to be tied up in any of his legal mess so we called a wrecker to take it. Now he’s threatening lawyers and police over the vehicle he never paid off that he’s had zero interest in coming to get. He’s harassing my in-laws, threatening to put us in jail, etc., what can be done? I want to wash my hands of this situation completely but we’ve stored this vehicle here for over 3 years and haven’t received the full payment amount… what do we tell the police if/when they come? I’m on the verge of a restraining order and harassment charges because he’s threatening and harassing my entire family.

I’m really trying to budget our food. We mainly shop at Walmart and I can’t find a way to download my purchase history. Is there a way? Are there any apps that can connect to Walmart and then pull in copies of old receipts? Help would be appreciated:-)

Good Evening. So I’m asking this question because I’m in a tightrope where the other parties insurances wants to fuck me by giving me a lowball claim payment.
Story: so I recently got into a car accident where I was rear ended. The person admitted to fault and we exchanged information and took our pictures for our insurances. I called her insurance (Fred Loya 🙄) and things seem to go smooth but they instantly say it would most likely be a total loss (car had bumper and quarter panel damage. Trunk would not close and rear driver door won’t open) anyways going back they told me to stop moving the vehicle and get a tow, which I asked why aren’t they providing a tow but they just ignored and moved on. Anyways I got the car home and next day they took the vehicle with them. They inspected it and after 10 days of waiting and struggling not having a vehicle I get a call and an email with total payouts. (I have a 2012 Toyota Prius salvage title with 184k) they want to offer me 3900 for the vehicle to be total and 1400 to take the vehicle back. I try to argue that they told me to even repair the vehicle it would cost me 6300 and how do they expect me to take the vehicle back and fix it with barely any money from them. They told me it would be something I would pay out of pocket and then I argued that the 3900 was low. Even for the year and condition of the car which was bad those vehicles aren’t that low in value especially in the current market we have. They kept going back to the fact that it’s salvage title which I understand but they don’t seem to get that I drive far and use a Prius as a daily since it’s the best option for my 120 mile commute. I argued and told them to find me a Prius with the same exact miles and title and I wouldn’t argue but anytime I argued back about something they would claim that it doesn’t work like that. They did end up offering another 400 for 10 days of not having a vehicle which is good but still I feel like I’m at a loss.i also told them about my triple a membership where I get tows and that I had to use my own membership and they said that it doesn’t matter and that triple a would send a receipt which I know that’s not how it works. I think it’s unfair that I have to pay out of pocket for this as I’m not the one at fault for this crap. Am I just asking for too much? I was thinking of hiring an attorney to help me deal with these fuckers since they clearly just want to screw me over. Thank you and sorry for the long rant

Just wanted to see if anyone’s place of work has a policy of auto gratuity when customers take both copies of credit card receipts? I work in downtown Pittsburgh and it just happened yesterday, and I have had it happen a couple other times where checks have been over $150. Some of us are wanting to go to management about posting a sign about automatic 20% if that happens. Our restaurant being in the heart of downtown already deals with enough shit as it is, we all get stiffed weekly so dealing with people taking their receipts is just sometimes too much for us already dealing with a bad shift.