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I suppose that sooner or later you’d figure that I’d come on board with a blog. After all, every other nut on the planet is screwing around with them so why not me? Yeah, this is the new world for old crocks but we’ve all to got to get in play. It’s like print is over and if you want to chat about anything, smart or dumb, this is the place.


So here we go.


This site is not exactly like the rest because I’m gonna get shitty on occasion when we begin to deal with cars. That’s the basic subject her, because I’ve spent most of my dumb life screwing around with those four-wheeled nightmares. So if you hate ‘em jump off the site right now, because I’ll tell you I tend to love ‘em. I mean not screwing ‘em, but liking what they do for us in terms of private transportation and having a helluva lot of fun going like the hammers of Hell.


I mean think about this. That four-wheeled bus in your driveway is unique. There isn’t one exactly like yours anywhere in the world. It may only smell different than another one, or have different tires or maybe strange seat covers, but one way or another the old bus is yours and yours alone.


This is what we’re going to deal with here on this blog. I’m empathetic with the car biz, no bull shit about fuel savings or emissions or safety issues. That’s your chance to bail out right now and clear your head.




Cars to a lot of us are much more than steel and rubber. They have a personality and behave differently depending on who’s behind the wheel and stomping on the throttle. In that sense the machine has its own personality and will work in multiple ways, be it stuck in traffic or running hard on an open Interstate.


Here we’re going to have some fun with the old bus. Nothing too serious just the fun part. The change to run it hard, be it at a stop light or even running on the Bonneville Salt Flats at 300 miles an hour.


Remember that when the whole car thing started over a century ago, it was a luxury item that set the driver aside from the guys who rode horses. In many ways that still plays, because tons of people own and drive cars that mean something to their ego as well as their transport. So if you figure the car is just another hunk of technical junk for your work, go someplace else. But if it means more than that in terms of emotion this might be a place to hang out. Whatever, we’ll be here no matter because you can be sure of one thing---the enthusiasm and energy about automobiles is only getting stronger by the day despite the smart-asses on the left who hate ‘em.


But if you like ‘em or love ‘em this is one place where we can have some laughs. After all, this ain’t a philosophy class or a surgical suite. We’re having fun with cars and if that doesn’t work for you, go read a classic novel or write your won blog. It’s wide open.


But if you hang on for the ride, we’ll talk about how that old hunk makes life better in so many ways. Yeah, and we’ll talk a bit about speeding and racing and generally screwing around with the thing to make it more fun, both parked and running its ass off.


This will make the enviros pissed and the consumer crowd getting hissy-fits, but who the hell cares? The car is part of our culture and a good one at that. So if you don’t like it, take a bike or a long walk and get off this site. Here we’re gonna deal with the nutball, gas-guzzling nightmare in your driveway.


Hang on. And fuck the double-nickel.


I understand that it is politically incorrect and you and I deserve a mouth-washing for even saying the words “fuck the double-nickel” but who the hell is going to get us? The Greenies? The cops? (who never pay attention to it themselves), the government? Not likely because everybody and their grandmothers defy the law---the dumbest one ever to go on the books. So just to clear your head, drop this right now and go out and get into the bus and slam on the throttle and feel the acceleration. Trust me. It’ll do wonder to your over all attitude. If you’ve got the room run the old bus up to 100 mph on the speedometer. You’ll think you’re in outer space and the whole thing will make you a better person. Just once. Then settle back and say “I made my mark. Did the double nickel just for the crazy hell of it.


Go get it!