When we’re not in the office, or out on the trail, we’re . . .

We have good days. We have bad days. And then we have days when we need to visit the dentist. We look forward to this, frankly, about as much as we look forward to having a root canal. Which, come to think of it, is sorta the same thing, but we digress. Well, we know that proper dental hygiene is just as important as keeping our gearboxes filled with fresh lube, so off we went today to have our choppers sandblasted, Magnafluxed, and whatever the heck else that dental hygienists do nowadays.

Our company health insurance treats us to only the most modern state-of-the-art medical facilities, in this case the Lakewood Dental Center and School of Auto Upholstery in Long Beach, California.

The center promotes “pain-free dentistry,” and the reception area is overflowing with satisfied patients waiting for additional treatments.

Inside the torture chamber---er, dental station---various picks, probes and needles are readied for pain-free use.

LaShaundra the Dental Tech is assigned the thankless task of shotpeening and polishing the Bossman’s rotten teeth. She is very, very patient.

After the ordeal: Pearly white again (sort of), and good for another six months or 50,000 chomps. Whichever comes first.