One of my good friends and I have been attending the Indy 500 together for 13 years now. This will be my 23rd 500 in a row, but the first 10 were with other people. One thing we’ve never done, and frankly I’ve never even considered doing, was go to qualifying for the 500.
My little one turned four yesterday. We had a birthday party complete with bouncy house, which we’ve now done for three years in a row. My oldest always deflates with the bouncy house, and stares longingly until the truck goes out of sight.
Immoral Minority to the white courtesy phone.
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.
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.
I wish there were more pictures of this Dat-Sun.
16 Illinois State Troopers have been hit just this year alone, and three have been killed. Two killed in two days. What the shit is going on? This is maddening!
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…