Forty Rod SASS 3935

Okay, you got my heart pumping and blood flowing. The Formula 1 cars weren't really anything special, but theS carab had me dreaming for years afterward.

I agree. If it's a gun I want badly I'll find one without the history, fooferah, and other pricy things.

It almost always gets a comment of some sort.

I thought you were talking about Lance Reventlow's (Barbara Hutton's kid) Scarab ca 1958. Only three were built and I honestly believe it was the most beautiful sports / racer ever built and for a very short time was the car that ate Ferrari,Maserati, Cunningham, Chaparrel, Corvette, Allard, Aston-Martin, Jaguar, Listers of all kinds, Mercedes, and everything else for any meal it wanted. Ken Miles designed it, Dick Troutman and Tom Barnes (California hotrodders) built it with help from Warren Olsens's garage and Phil Remington did the body work. They used a small block Corvette 385 hp engine and some special designs like Hillborn injectors and custom Halibrand mag wheels, but a lot of it was bought "off the shelf" and tuned or modified to work. Th 1958 season was legendary with the Scarab winning almost every North American road race and broke track records all over the place. By 1960 the cars were obsolete when the mid-engine machines came on the scene but they were, and may still be if any are left, the most beautiful cars ever built.

Long ago I'd take my staff for a meeting in a different coffee shop every Friday morning. I'd always get there early and let the place know that there would be about 20 of us'. Once I got to the S---ucks, I told the snot nosed teenager what we expected and ordered a cup of coffee. I got pretty much the same thing this Marine got. Finally I asked the puke if they served real coffee and he started in, acting like I was retarded. About a minute later I told him that wasn't a teenie bopper or yuppie and didn't appreciate being talked down to and ridiculed and to forget everything else. I said I was going across the street to a family cafe and that I would post one of my people on the sidewalk in front of his place to tell the rest where we were...and walked out. The a--hole called the police who asked my man on the sidewalk what he was doing there. He was told. The cop stood back and said "don't set foot on the parking lot" and drove away. A half hour later a man walked in and was directed to me. He introduced himself as a district manager of the company across the street. We went outside and he began to apologize. I cut him off and told him what I thought of his staff and operation, that his apology was too kittle and way too late and that was going to post this incident in our next corporate news letter( we were part of the largest financial company in the county and just recently had bought the company with the red umbrella logo) I went back inside and forgot about it. Not long afterward I got a letter from the other dude. I wrote REJECTED on it and sent it back. End of story. Haven't set foot in a St--bu--s since. Won't ever again

Typhoon condition 5: Surf's up!

Parade dress? Semper fi, my brothers.

Back when I was still drinking I was never alone. I always had a bottle with me.

Now where did you get that phrase? It was one of my Dad's sayings and it's been in my "quiver" of sayings for close to 75 years. Glad you kept it alive.

Pussy willow. I didn't see any others.

If I had a pet camel I'd have to name it Hey Jolly ( our soldiers' variation of Haji Ali ) after the first camel wrangler in Arizona when Abe Lincoln brought a bunch of "Hawmps'"over here to use for desert mounts.

You need to enroll Tennessee Stud and Blackwater.

HA HA! Thank you.

Just because. So there!

I notice with amazement the fantastically huge numbers of cars there are on that highway. NOT!

Come on up. I'll take you to lunch and we can go out and I'll introduce you to David. We may get lucky and his wife, Rachel , (a pleasure in her own right) might be there, too ...or, if you've been really good, God might arrange for his daughter Abby to be there. That kid alone is worth a trip there.

Why?

Damn. I didn't know that. It's been a couple of years since I went in there, but the sign is still up. I'll treasure the few pieces she did for me. Is Kelly Laster still in business? He did some really good engraving work for me but that's also a few years back.

Okay, so where did it go?

You mean like a birth certificate.? I take that back. If you have one, at all you beat Obama!

Somebody ought to paste that picture on a rum bottle.

THAT EARNED YOU A DRINK ON ME. Bottles, set the man up. Thanks, Mo. "A mind is a terrible thing to waste." I sometimes wonder why it has been so often wasted in TV and radio pukes....and politicians....and newspaper columnists...and too many teachers and professors. Mine wasn't wasted. It just faded away.

Also I am greatly offended by subtitles telling what is being said and mis-pronouncing and / or misspelling half the words (including proper names of well-known people, places and things.) Some of this stuff should be grounds for hanging.

Two friends and I decided to go "rodeoing" and bought a 1936 Packard hearse for $450.00 This was in 1963 IIRC. It was nowhere as big and elaborate as this rig, it was big enough for three "cowboys", all their gear and tackle, clothes and other essentials....and it ran very well for what it was. We rigged a homegrown top rack for the saddles and tack, had places to hang clothes, store food and cookware, a small fridge (which never quite worked as well as we wanted, chemical toilet, and water enough for about day....if you didn't mind washing in cold water. We used it for one season and one of the guys bought the other two of us out, "improved" it into a camper, and drove it for at least six more years. By that time it had a new engine, transmission, interior, and other things and didn't look as classy as it did while we were all together. Don't know what became of it. The guys and the Packard, and all the rest just faded away into the time tunnel we call life.

I watch almost every one that is posted, at least part of them. Too many have some half wit trying to become famous "narrating" the whole thing and saying NOTHING worthwhile. I tried watching some with the sound of and it's much better, BUT they keep playing the same thing over and over and over again.