What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Lance Armstrong approves this bike.

If you think that’s phallic looking maybe you need an appointment with your urologist.  I’m just sayin’

If you drew that thing we’re already aware of it.

My instructor, at the beginning of my education, took me up in an Aerobat, him being an ex-F4 driver, just to see if I was up to it so he wouldn’t be wasting both of our time. That was pretty cool, and I didn’t toss my cookies, but we didn’t go on to train in it, just a standard 152 after that initial flight. After…

Yeah, I know. But the embarrassing part was that I was flying out of my father in law’s corporate rental hangar. My instructor was retired Air Force F4 jockey with Viet Nam combat hours, there were a couple of Lears in there, a Citation and a Bell Jet Ranger, among a few general aviation birds, so I had plenty of…

This. Stay current. I had maybe 12 or 14 hours and got run over by a forklift at work and was on crutches for 4 months and my instructor wouldn’t let me fly until I could walk again, so I basically had to start all over. I had 22 hours before I finally soloed.  It was embarrassing.

It’s nice that you’re beginning your training in a 172. It’s normally what you graduate up to after learning in a 150. It will eliminate the disappointment so inherent in a 150 after you begin to solo and accumulate your hours. I couldn’t wait to get out of that initial dinky little 150 and into a real plane, LOL.

Even with all the rats it still wouldn’t be a decent rat rod.

Back in the late 80s or early 90s, I was driving up 290/Hwy6 out of Houston, not much traffic, and I noticed in my mirror a late model black, 3/4 ton pickup coming up on me hard. Seconds later, it passed me and the driver was driving with the left hand, with the right one draped along the back of the seat. He just…

...and get rid of the goddam juvenile Star Trek insignia.

Blinker fluid.

First thing in the morning, I’m heading to my Chevy dealer. They been blowing up my mailbox lately anyway, trying to talk me out of my Silverado.  My choice is now made.

Eastern bloc.

....and I’ll bet, being that this happened in Canada, the court waived the fine as long as the driver apologized.

I used to help part time on weekends at a friend of mine’s Triumph motorcycle dealership. It was my job to uncrate and make ready (oil, handlebars, charge battery, wake up the computer, etc.) on all the new bikes that needed to be uncrated. We had one customer who was a friend of mine and the dealer’s who wanted in on…

Nobody in that apartment complex will need to buy flashlight or vibrator batteries for years.

Yeah, but we only very rarely have reason to salt our roads down here.  And then they usually use cat litter.

“Because I don’t like children” always worked for me.

WTF is vegan leather with performance stitching? I was already under the impression that cattle were pretty much vegans by default.