That is awesome!

This reminds me of one time I was riding down the road. I was stopped at a red light. It was a nice Spring morning and I had my windows down. A lady pulls up next to me with a large black bandana on her head covering a lot of black curly hair and big hoop earrings. I casually asked her if she was a pirate.

“She had a pair of .38's and a gun."

“The 1977 Bandit edition Pontiac Trans-Am is the best car for running as a blocker when you are transporting 400 cases of Coors beer from Texarkana to where the boys are thirsty in Atlanta. It’s a speedy car, (speedier than that). It’s also good for getting away from crazy Smokey’s that like Diablo sandwiches with a…

When the Devil's Dandruff falls, it's hard to drive your Escalade. Trust me, I'm from Atlanta.

The one thing I do when I stay at a hotel is put my phone charger back in my suitcase every morning after I have unplugged it. One time I was travelling with my family and had to leave early. They checked out later and promptly left my charger behind. Out of the five of us, I am the only Android user so I had to buy a…

I think riding a motorcycle without a helmet is just plain dumb. I understand people want to be free and all that but I argue to take a look at actor Gary Busey.

I would build this:

After my parents divorced in 1977 when I was eight, my Dad decided to go on a health food kick. What did this mean? No Sugarsmacks, only granola with skim milk and fruit. He didn’t splurge on the good cereal we liked, no, just that cheap grain crap. My brother and I also learned to eat salads at that tender young age.…

My influence was this movie called the Driver that Ryan O’Neal as a getaway driver who would steal cars. I saw it in the early ‘80’s and thought, “hey, I could do that”. I wanted to be a getaway driver because that movie made it look cool. It was made by Walter Hill who would go on to do 48 Hours with Eddie Murphy and…

I tried hotwiring my Mom’s Honda Prelude in the early 80’s. Blew out every fuse in the car. Boy was she mad! I decided not to become a car thief after that.

I guess I should clarify and say I dated the girl that lived at the house we rolled.

I quite enjoyed these stories. I had my similar “what was I thinking” moment in high school.

This guy approves of your post too:

This guy approves of your post:

The realization of time speeding by recently hit me when my oldest child came home from her freshman year of college for Thanksgiving. I had not seen her since Labor Day weekend. It really does seem like yesterday I was changing her diapers and now she is a wonderful young woman wanting to change the world!

Only if you can do like the guy in the Mr. Microphone commercial where you say “Hey Good Looking! We’ll be back to pick you up later!”

This will only be cool if it’s like that Mr. Microphone commercial if the car will say "Hey baby, we'll be back to pick you up later!"

First, let me say that I am sorry to hear about the loss of your Grandfather.

My understanding of the way to figure out how much beer you needed in college was quite simple and based on something I read about the rule used by the military. It is as follows: