No, but I did flip the air cleaner lid upside down on my 66 Buick LeSabre.
Foster's, Australian for Bud
They do it here.
[QUOTE]Originally posted by radioman:
They do it here.[/QUOTE
where I.T.F. is "here"
thanks I needed a giggle
Safety, Situational Awareness and proficiency.
Neck Ties, Hats and ammo brass, Never ,ever touch'em w/o asking first
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sounds like we went to the same high school, if you add a lot of pickups with gunracks in the back window
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fah from the cah
I wish. Where I grew up the only patch of dirt/grass on my property was 1.5' x 8' (No joke)
You could mow the lawn w/ scissors.
from the abyss
Nope, but I knew a girl who used to ride her horse to school frequently. I once rode my snowmobile to school. That was kind of fun.
Take out the Mustangs, Firebirds, and Camaros, and that was my high school. The lot was filled with nothing but a bunch of old beaters held together with tie-wire and duct tape. Nowadays the high school lots are filled with brand new cars.
"How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy." Winston Churchill
Yes, one day each year the farm kids drove their tractors.
Yeah, but never the turn out you seem to have. Or the brand loyalty. Only a few close enough not to spend an hour driving in. Had a couple get driven to Prom as well.
A Perpetual Disappointment...
Only once a year!
Still do it here.
NRA Basic Pistol Instructor
NRA Range Safety Officer
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Buckeye High School, Medina County, Ohio.
No tractors here in Wickenburg (in town), but there are horseback riders everywhere, including to school, as well as the McDonald's drive through.
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Once while hotdogging around on the forklift on an overcast day at the lumber yard I thought I'd drive it through a big big puddle out in the yard. And got stuck. George jumped off and went towards the shed, forgetting he was even on the 'lift. So I was on my own.
Across the street was a big shed where a fella stored his tractors. I forget why, but he had them all in there. And I found him in back and told him what happened. Keep in mind, I'm a young sh•thead, doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. But this fella, he told me not to worry.
So I stand outside his shed and he pulls out a tractor to yank the forklift out of the mud. And he parks it. Then goes back inside and pulls out another ... and another ... each one bigger than the last. Finally, on the sixth tractor, and this thing is GIANT, the back wheels way bigger than me, he drives it across the street, we hook a chain to the back, and he pulls the forklift out with his big tractor like it didn't weigh anything.
Wow, that was a big tractor. I think he maintained them for area farmers, or maybe they were his, kept them indoors over the winter and did PMs on them.
No, but every Tuesday I brought my 12ga Ithaca over and under and 10/22 for gun club.
.22 plinking followed by trap.
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