My daily driver, and weekend toy. 2019 Chevy Colorado ZR2 + about 15k in mods.







Fair weather toy. 2014 Kawasaki Concours 14 ABS

This place will be around when we're all dead..then all of our kids will take over, and talk about how fat and lame we all were

Ogre Uvula Jr
Spacemonkey's Son Chucky
MUFDVR's aborted but survived son
Silvers son of Sam
Nikki's Nipples etc etc
mia's son Damien Thorn

You know, Silver and I make the balls/chin joke often at each other, but I think he forgets when I first told him about that gag:

My older brother was/is smarter and funnier than I. He's super sarcastic and I always looked up to him to get his approval. Yet, he always had the best way to shut me down with an insult.

In high school, I'd say, "Hey, Brad! I got an A++ on my math test to day!" He'd dryly say, "Really. Come here." Then he'd scratch under my chin and say, "My balls itch."

Slakr, that sounds crazy. I'm sorry that you went through that, icicle balls.

One time, I was flying back from Los Angeles to Detroit and we were over Las Vegas. The pilot comes on the air and says, "I have some bad news for you folks, we just lost power to one of our engines. We're turning back to Los Angeles."

I freaked! My brother's friend had just been killed in a Chicago to Pittsburgh plane crash. I look out my window and what looked like smoke was coming out of the wing. No -- I found out 2 things later: 1) the pilot was dumping fuel so the plane could land lighter. Plans cannot land on full tanks unless landing into the Twin Towers; 2) A passenger plane can fly on one engine of their 4 engines, so we weren't in any real danger.

We could not get on another flight that afternoon, so on the airline's dime they put me and my buddy in a hotel for the night for a flight the next day. Then my buddy and I walked to a titty bar and drank and looked at b00bs.

End of story: Whenever something even remotely weird happens to you on a flight, write a letter to customer service to complain and scan your tickets with the note. They will send you hundreds of dollars in vouchers for future flights. I complained that the piolot scared the breakfast out of me simply by saying, "We have bad news for you folks." I got a $200.00 voucher just for writing a letter. This was back in 1991, however.

That's a really good photo of you. heh.