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The Rural Voice, 1992-07, Page 8It Pays to Know About FCC Shared Risk Mortgages FCC's unique Shared Risk Mortgage offers farm borrowers the opportu- nity to minimize their exposure to interest rate fluctuations. If interest rates change between anniversary dates during the six-year term, FCC splits any change equally with the borrower. ai Total rate increases cannot exceed 2 1/2% over the whole six-year term. A Shared Risk Mortgage from FCC is your guarantee that, no matter what happens to interest rates, you're protected. To find out how FCC can help you, call: Walkerton Owen Sound Goderich Stratford Listowel 1+1 Farm Credit Corporation Canada 881-1490 376-6338 524-5366 271-0460 291-3450 Societe du credit agricole Canada Investing in Good Business ... Canadian Agn hate Long -Term Loans Shared Risk Mortgages Farm Syndicate Loans 4 THE RURAL VOICE Gisele Ireland You don't know what you started If that miserable human being who cracked the tail light out of my car in the parking lot just knew what they'd started, they'd want to beat themselves up in shame! Super Wrench put the light back in, but very si- lently. No com- ments, no castig- ations. Nothing. To me, that's a clear sign he's gathering ammu- nition for his next reform kick. Guess who the target will be? It wasn't long in coming. Just by sheer acci- dent, I happened to forget to look at the gas gauge and ran out of fuel on the way home, again. Admitting something like that right off pays big dividends around here. It was a neighbour who helped me out and Super Wrench would have heard about it anyway before the week was out. So I told them. And for good measure decided to let them know how technical I'd become. I informed Super Wrench that we had a small problem getting the engine started after we'd added gas to the tank, so we poured gas in the distributor cap and it started like magic. Our son spit his spaghetti and Super Wrench looked horrified. "Had that actually happened," he informed me in resigned tones, "we'd be picking parts of you and the car up in a three county range. You took the breather off and put fuel in it." Breather, smeather, who cares what it's called as long as it worked. Right? Not in this life time, at least not for my wrenchy honey. Super Wrench's next line of attack was the fact that I am woefully inade- quate in the mechanical department and should seriously consider taking a car maintenance course with a driving refresher just for the heck of it. He didn't accuse me of anything outright, just laid hints as broad as the 401. Of course I objected vehemently. "I'm not that bad," I said looking around the table for help from my daring children, "am I?" I realized quite soon I should have left them out of it. Almost instantan- eously, they managed to recall a few fences, a variety of ditches and of course the never forgotten new bicy- cle I ran over. Trying desperately to regain some credibility I defended myself by stating I hit objects, not other vehicles. "I can tell you why that is possible," my precious son piped up. I really wasn't interested, but short of stuffing the table cloth in his mouth, nothing was going to deter him from adding another couple of spikes to my already shaky defense. "I watched you trying to parallel park in town the other day," he informed the diners around the table, "you took three runs at a space big enough to park a war tank." "I got it in, didn't I?" I replied with a decided snarl in my voice. "Sure you did," he chuckled, "but that was because the owners of the cars in front and behind the space came racing from the stores and moved their cars out of harm's way. You took a fourth run at it and just by accident got half of the car in the space, with the rest on the road. You turn the wheels the wrong way and don't back up far enough to park pro- perly," he added for good measure. There was nothing left for me to trot out in my own defense. I was outnumbered and presented with evidence thick enough to attract flies. I took refuge in silence. Just think, you yahoo, wherever you are, what you've done simply by backing up into my tail light. I'm going to be stuck in classes naming parts of a car I'd sooner never know, and learning the finer points of parking and reversing. I certainly hope you're happy, because I am definitely not. There is hope though. Fall is a few months away and I've got some time to change Super Wrench's mind, or drive him out if it by then. Wish me luck!0 Gisele Ireland is from Bruce County. Her most recent book, Brace Your- self, is available for $7 from Bumps Books, Teeswater, Ontario. NOG 2S0