Heck, yea. Sparrow, my home (‘59 Rhodes Bounty), is up on a cradle in the boatyard. She needs a new motor and a few other things... Lots of transients come thru here because we’re one of the rare DIY boatyards around. I offer to take them to reprovision ((sp?)groceries, propane, gas, etc.) and in this small community…

Pffft, this ain’t nuttin. Back in my day (70s) wait til the guy beside ya was inhaling and elbow him in the ribs. Or reach over and karate-chop his brake lever. But no cameras back then. This leaning on the guy is normal in bunch racing. Flipping a hand into a face is less than swatting a fly. Stupid decision,…

I see what you did there. Sparrow is a 128 or 142, I forget which. Maybe both - spin vs non-spin. ‘59 Rhodes Bounty 2

Had an old Hobie 16 (#1708) sitting on a trailer in the back yard. Hadn’t used it in a year since I started sailing bigger boats. Went on a training sail to the Dry Tortugas. Guy on board that had never been on a boat before. In that weeks sail, he learned a bit. So I sold him my Hobie. He showed up at my house in N…

“Crafting a Dream...” nearly gave me an epileptic fit with all the flashing and effects. Horrible way to tell a story. And the repetition of scenes - the milling and the measuring of sheetmetal, etc. Didn’t show the cut, just after the cut (cool tool, btw). And this was just the first 2-minutes...

Looks like something at the back of the can. Like 6" of green string and a bit of masking tape? Most of the fuse cord I have is green...

Through the reading of these comments, that poem has been going through my mind. You get it, have a star.

About ‘95 I was the IT guy at a trucking company. About 500 trucks. We had a trip planning package for the truckers called PC Miler. We could print text routes for the drivers, even fax them to the nearest truck stop, from a PC in the dispatch office. Updates came in every 2 months - 40 some floppies! If 1 messed up,…

Yea, that’s the tax-’em ideal. Folks pay into a pool and folks that need it get a portion. Then there’s admin costs, bureaucratic do-gooding new rules to preserve their jobs, lobbyists and general accounting failures that make so much of the pool disappear. Government does not make a profit nor have any need to be…

Healthcare is not free. Someone is paying for it. Docs need to eat, machines need electricity, drugs and bandages need to be made. If you are not paying for what you use, yer stealing it from someone else.

My 40th High Schrool reunion is coming up. I’m making that event the time for an adventure. I’ll take a couple weeks off to go visit the old places I lived in. Reunion, 1st wife’s grave, Wilkesboro Speedway, miles on the Blue Ridge Parkway, Mom’s ashes spread with my brother, and more. May get all the way to Asheville…

Back in the ‘80s when I was actively cycling, there sure was. 1 on 1 up to 5 on 5. We’d come to your town and throw a grand into the hat. Often more than one 1 team met. All underground as we were Amateurs. Courses were usually ~100 miles long. Winner take all. Johnson City and Chattanooga TN, College Station, PA,…

Yer fsking nuts. A sheet of 1/4" marine ply, epoxy, and a trolling motor and battery cost less than $300. $3k is way too much for this kind of toy.

Blackwell snatching off the tooth and giving it to Alanis is a fine tribute. Go, girl, treasure it. Good job.

I want to get the letters to spell out “I’m not in your hurry” and put them under the tailgate latch. No bumper stickers? They provide some entertainment and I can often see who I don’t want to be acquainted with.

Cool?!? No it was COLD! Go outside and play. Have fun, shed blood, go places. Play in the street or where there aren’t streets. Yer gonna die. Might as well enjoy the ride.

Riding my bicycle south around Thanksgiving back in 78, maybe 79. Rode south from Philly onto the Skyline Drive and onto the Blue Ridge Parkway. Took days, cold days. Got near Roanoke VA when an ice storm hit. I hid under a culvert (bridge on the BRP). My Svea stove didn’t work in that cold so I ate cold blueberry…

I was flagging for SCCA in the late 80's at the NASCAR race at old Sears Point. Had the blue flag after turn 11. Just jersey barriers between me and the cars under full throttle along the pit wall. I could slap cars defying the blue (but I didn’t). My chest hurt for days after that event but it was worth it.

The happy face on that Bimmer - eyes closed, nostrils flared and big, wide grin, trusting. Car was having as much fun as the driver.

Turning left at a T-juction, I was hit on my bicycle (RIP Nellie) by a speeding Omni (oxymoron but he was going way too fast). Put an elbow thru his windshield and landed in a ditch, face up. Damn, my back hurt. Dad showed up before the ambulance, in his Omni. Dad, a veteran, had seen this sort of injury and we waited…