Argh

I have been doing a lot with my old Lego lately. It’s been a lot of fun making new stuff, cleaning up and modifying old builds, adding a bit to the collection.

How much beer meth antifreeze was consumed in the building of this .... THING?

Temperature is nice here, might rain though. I’m taking the family to our friend’s house so the kids can play and the adults can watch the IndyCar race.

Wow, here’s a rare piece. Not valuable or desirable. Just rare.

I wish there were more pictures of this Dat-Sun.

Hammer disapproves, but somebody has to pay for that kibble.

Did you know you can fit an entire oil change and then some for a GMT-800 truck under the seat of a Yamaha Zuma 125? Well, now you do. Yeah, you have to buy quarts, but the quarts were on sale, so it was actually cheaper. Oh yeah, apparently I have to name my scooter Zuma Joe now ... I have mixed feelings about this.

I guess if you run something through the car wash after you slide sideways into two separate poles, you can still call it clean?

Note the dual license plate reading cameras.

I am very much excite!!!

Four bags of sand in the back to deal with winter. Just like I used to do. It works. I sure like having snow tires these days.

I expect the occasional -20 windchill in January or maybe February.  This is March.  I’m so done with this winter.

Miss Mercedes sent me a link to a scooter for sale a few minutes ago, despite the fact that neither of us are supposed to be buying anything, of course we’re both looking. Well, turns out, this is my old scooter, my first scooter.

I would like to tell you all the story of the worst week of my life. It happened nearly seven years ago, in May of 2012. The reason I’m telling you this is two-fold. First, I found myself telling the story in person a couple times recently, and struggling to recall the details. So, I figured I should write it down…

I’m in the truck waiting while my wife runs into the store for produce. I just spotted this car with a vinyl cling of ... Super Dog???? .... stuck to the left rear window, being driven by a lady who looks to be in her late 60's or so. I’m not sure what to think about it.

Last night after dinner, my daughter gave me this little group of Lego and said, “I made this for you Daddy! It’s an engine!” She then asked me if I could build a race car around it.

Hammer’s favorite game is “railing”. He boxes you through the railing, while you reach in and pet him with your other hand. He flails around and tries to nip you.  He purrs like crazy the whole time. It’s rather fun and adorable. I’ve never been able to get a good picture of this, but my wife managed to get one…