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Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the other sisters, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?"
The 94-year-old yells back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see." She starts up the stairs and pauses "Was I going up the stairs or down?"
The 92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood." She then yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the door."
An Englishman and a Scotsman were sitting around talking one afternoon over a cold beer.
After a while the Scotsman says to the Englishman, "If I was to sneak over to your house and shag your wife while you were off fishing, and she got pregnant and had a baby, would that make us related?"
"The Englishman crooked his head sideways for a minute, scratched his head, and squinted his eyes thinking real hard about the question.
Finally, he says, "Well, I don't know about being related, but it would make us even."
Racing movies sux
Or is it just me. I like to watch movies. I like most action movies, and funny movies.
I even like a "who shot John" movie. I also enjoy the new modern westerns.
But the racing movies just don't do it. It is me, would be my guess.
Some back ground:
I have spend a life time working on cars, and
I spend ten years of my life around racing. North Georgia dirt track racing.
Seven days a week. I started out with a buddy by buying an old race car
and driving it every saturday night. That turn into working on it every night
after work, and racing on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights.
That cause the need to work on it all Saturday to get ready for the night, and
again Sunday afternoon to get ready for Sunday night, and start all over again
when I got off Monday evening. My life was about racing with just a little hookie,
and some fun with friends on the side. The home front was took care of by my wife.
Dirt track racing had its top five cars and drivers that took most of the money.
But it took about twenty five cars to put on a show for the paying fans.
That is where I was, in the pack. A lot fun but no money. I was not good enough
to catch the eye of a good car owner. As time went by I had a good friend
that could drive, and begin to bring home the bacon. I join my effort with him and the car he drove.
I manage to make enough to pay for my gate fees, food, and beer.
After ten years and still just having fun, I close that door in my life and just watch Nascar on TV.
Back to the movies.
"Talladega Nights" I went to the Talladega 500 each year for ten years. I thought the was the best
race track ever. But this movie sux, Sure it was funny, but racing just isn't that funny. I watch it and laugh
at some of the exaggerated things that did tie to racers. I got a kick out of the scene where Bobby was saying the blessing
at the table. But it is not a moive that I will watch again.
"Driven" I watch it. It was about racing and had two big stars that I knew, and had some fast cars, BUT.
It sux. The wrecks and there where a lot of them, (That is why we watch racing ain't it,) were exaggerated
all to hell and back. Cars going five stories high, stop the background music, go slow motion, quick jerks,
and more slow motion, to make a ten second wreck last five minute screen time. And that ain't all.
The movie was full of drama, about who am I, I can't unless you say you love me, Kiss my butt, or I will
not be up enough to win. This movie was full of bull shit like that. Made me sick by the time the story ended.
I think they must be trying to win the chicks over to watch race movies. Sux big time.
"Corky" Yell I know you never heard of it. It was a race movie from the seventies that flubbed out big time.
It was filmed here in north Georgia at our dirt tracks. It stared Robert Blake. I took my vacation and watch
the filming and lot to hang out with Robert for one whole day. I also was an extra in the movie.
I went and watch it in a theatre in Atlanta when it came out. I think made it to tv one time.
You can not even buy it on tape. It was so bad that it is not on tape any where.
I don't know there is not many good racing movies.
Every once in a while you find something that you want to share.
I'm always looking for car parts of one kind or another while working on Henry all the time. I found the wonderful website to buy car stuff. They a lot of hard to find car stuff. I am currently saving up for the "Flux Capacitor".
To check them out click here for Kale Co Auto
Time for some rambling:
What part of the bed cover keeps you warm?
Back to the question in a minute. When my dad was a boy, him and his brothers bed room was part of the back porch that had been closed in. No heat what so ever. Just the bed cover. When I was a boy my bedroom was of the northwest corner of the house. There was a porch on the west side and I left the window next to the porch open year round.
Again the only heat was the bed cover.
After I married and moved out, we never heated our bedroom. The window is open year round. If one of us is sick, we made a bed in the front room for the sick one for a few days, but the bedroom is never heated. Fresh air is always in there.
The colder it is the more cover on the bed.
Back to the question, what part of the cover keeps you warm?
I have read, in more than one place, but is maybe folk lore, that it isn't the cover
over you, but its the cover that hangs over the side on the bed that keeps you warm.
I have to disagree with that. When it gets real cold I pull the cover that hangs over and tuck it under me. In other words I roll up in the cover on my side of the bed. I love the winter time here in the south.
Labels: Movie: Hello Dolly
We are getting there, one bolt at a time. We will be rolling before you can say
Here it is, a geocache that is.
I might make it a travel bug.
Henry sitting for a pose.
Labels: Song: Move Over
Found this add on ebay for 50 ford water pump.
NOS RH WATER PUMP 1949-53 FORD 239 V8 FLATHEAD CUSTOM
may have to bit a couple of bucks
I have never been afraid of other humans!
But now for the first time, I am scared of what is in the woods.
NO no not the bad guy, he is locked up, and the other bad guys are
like me, scared to go hiking.
I have always felt like a friend said, I am ugly and ornery so no one will mess with me. But now things has changed. There are men and women who are hiking being cognizant
to their surroundings while packing heat. I got rid of my yellow jacket, but I still look ornery. I like to hike with good looking ladies and dogs. Soon as some
heat packing do good'er see's us I will become a target, of suspension. Every body
is looking to help get the next bad guy. I will not wear orange anymore. I will
try not to be a easy target, running zig zag. And I thought all that was needed was say HO Bear. Now I have to hide from other hikers. Darn Darn!!!
A young cowboy from Wyoming goes off to college, but half way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered all his money. He calls home. "Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern education is developing! They actually have a program here in Laramie that will teach our dog, ol' Blue how to talk!"
"That's amazing," his Dad says. "How do I get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000" the young cowboy says. "I'll get him in the course." So, his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home.
"So how's Ol' Blue doing, son," his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this they've had such good results they have started to teach the animals how to read!"
"Read!" says his father, "No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?"
"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class." The money promptly arrives.
But our hero has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk, nor read. So he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to see him read something and talk!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ol' Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messing' around with that little redhead who lives in town?"
The father exclaimed, "I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!"
I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
Labels: Movie: Ring Around the Roses
The only good thing about the good old days was that I was a young man!
Labels: Moie: Gone in 60 Seconds
Two years down, for the work on Henry (my fifty Ford).
Starting on the third one, it is close. I am adding the new brakes now.
I have the M/C and power booster in place. Now I have to built and install
all the new brake lines. It should hit the road early summer this year.
I had my first set back this year all ready. Back in December I found
a pair of 50 Ford fog light brackets while window shopping the internet.
These are supper rare, due to being unique to the year, because of the small
space on the gravel shield behind the bumper. The pair I found are still
in the Ford part box, never been on a car. They are a little discolored due to age.
That is find, because the car shows a little age too. I got them for later used,
because I have always like fog lights on the fifties cars.
The set back happen today, I starting shopping around at my old car parts
sources to see if the fog lights are available. Whooh. everybody was just wishing me
luck in finding them. After market lights are everywhere, but orginal Ford, just
ain't happening. So I got off the internet and got on the phone. I made a "phone a friend" call to OKL. The friend said a guy in CAL. did have a pair, and give me his number.
Bingo, he still has them, but was quick to say he didn't have the brackets.
That is why they hadn't sold. Ah ha, I got the brackets and need the lights.
The Lights are correct for the Ford and have been rebuilt for 12 volts, just what the
doctor ordered. Set me back $250. for the pair. Sorry brake lines!!
Labels: Movie: Mountain Man
Calling an illegal alien an "undocumented immigrant"
is like calling a drug dealer an "unlicensed pharmacist".
Labels: Song: Hound Dog