So last week I buy an old belt buckle from Eternal Combustion .com
Its been over a week and I'm thinking I should have seen it by now. I open my mailbox today and theirs this bag filled with garbage in it, I'm cursing the neighborhood kids under my breath "little bastards" then Wait a minute, that's not trash its my belt buckle! I can tell because its at the bottom of the bag. On the side of this bag are the words WE CARE
with a long note that's basically reads. Yes we did burnouts on your package, oh well.
I wonder if when socialized health care kicks in, and if a doctor accidentally chops off my arm he will put it in a bag that reads WE CARE and send me home?
I must say I'm super stoked Kirk and I got his car started today. It went how most first fires go, lots of everything going wrong. but by 4:00 we had it ripping up and down the street. It was also cool to have a bunch of friend over that wanted to see it start for the first time. cheers Brottthhheerrrsss
29 Ford roadsters are cramped, Ed Pond who is every bit of 6' plus, came in one day, and asked me to give him a little more leg room. we took 2 inches out of the deck, and un-recessed the firewall 3 inches. for a total of 5 more inches of leg room!
This is my good friend Scott we are in the same motorcycle/car club. The Snugglers cc/mc.
Scott is an E.R. surgeon at Highland Hospital in Oakland. He spends his days saving lives, but only if he deems them worthy, I once asked Scott kiddingly what his favorite color scrubs were. His response was denim and socked me in the mouth. Happy Birthday Loser