Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
Monday, April 14, 2014
Varoooom!
Oldest son stopped by yesterday with the Nova. He spend all last week fine tuning the engine.
(See Monday's April 7th 4pm post for more pics of the engine and car)
If you have good speakers, you might want to turn them down a wee bit!
Terry alerted me. I tell you, your son really should trade me, 'cause I know he is going to street race and we know how bad that can be for tortoises, raccoons and deer. Being an elderly, mature individual, you would never have to worry about me doing anything so irresponsible. I was cured of this years ago when I had a blow out at 120 MPH. Why I didn't do it again until I had the tire fixed.......:)
I don't remember to tell you the truth, in fact I can't remember much about the trunk. I do remember the back seat though, as we would put a trash can on the seat full of beer and ice to start our Sunday excursion. I remember waking up one Sunday morning In Louise's apartment and there was my buddy Bobby, chugging a pint of bourbon. Finishing it, he said, I think this will be a good day.:) It was probably left over from the night before when we bought some in the wee hours of the morning from the local bootlegger for $5 a piece.
A pint of bourbon? I'd would have been dead or close to it! You Southern boys must have iron stomachs! (We would go to Greenwood Lake, NY when it was legal at 18). Ah, youth...
Just WOW!
ReplyDeleteSmoke 'em if ya got 'em.
Gets video of his first run.
Terry
Fla.
Will do! It will probably be at E-town or Raceway (which is a lot closer to us) this summer. Should be fun to watch!
DeleteTerry alerted me. I tell you, your son really should trade me, 'cause I know he is going to street race and we know how bad that can be for tortoises, raccoons and deer. Being an elderly, mature individual, you would never have to worry about me doing anything so irresponsible. I was cured of this years ago when I had a blow out at 120 MPH. Why I didn't do it again until I had the tire fixed.......:)
ReplyDeleteStreet race? Wot dat? (snicker, snicker). Glad you survived the blown tire - no extra in the trunk? :0)
DeleteI don't remember to tell you the truth, in fact I can't remember much about the trunk. I do remember the back seat though, as we would put a trash can on the seat full of beer and ice to start our Sunday excursion. I remember waking up one Sunday morning In Louise's apartment and there was my buddy Bobby, chugging a pint of bourbon. Finishing it, he said, I think this will be a good day.:) It was probably left over from the night before when we bought some in the wee hours of the morning from the local bootlegger for $5 a piece.
DeleteA pint of bourbon? I'd would have been dead or close to it! You Southern boys must have iron stomachs! (We would go to Greenwood Lake, NY when it was legal at 18). Ah, youth...
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