Yup......just made this one
Sooner schooner!Some disgruntled Okies finally heading back home due to California Gov'ment and other fuckery?
I'll keep a lookout for 'em.
Looks like some of the shit that has been heading to Burning Man lately.The more you look at it the better it gets.
Compton Camper!The more you look at it the better it gets.
At least the boat would not have plowed through the bed, cab and another car when he hit someone at a stop light going too fast. :looking:One of my customers who knew I was a boater asked if I'd go with him on his maiden voyage to a local lake, with his new to him Commander Jet boat he'd just purchased. Sure, why not.
I knew we had a problem immediately when the boat wouldn't come off the trailer. It felt like it was screwed to it --- Hmmmm, so I get crawling around, and it didn't take long to notice somebody had mounted a couple of speakers to the FLOOR ---- yup, like the trailer pic, they'd screwed right through the bottom and into the trailer bunk. And that was just the first problem we encountered. Even after unscrewing it from the trailer, it ran like shit, handled like shit, there was nothing right about this, his first ever boat.
I felt horrible for the young customer, he'd gotten royally screwed, and had no business buying this shit thing on his own.
I knew the seller would tell him to pound rocks, but I guess eventually he got some shop to accept enough of his cash to get most of it's problems sorted out.
We still have ours. Wife had it on her desk until she stopped working 18 months ago.
When I was 5 we were visiting my family in a neighboring town a kid pushed me off the top of one of these slides and I broke my arm.
For sure, mom would accumulate a pile of sheets of those stamps, then we'd get out the sponge and plaster entire sheets on page after page.I can still taste the glue when helping my mom paste the stamps in her stamp books.
I can still taste the glue when helping my mom paste the stamps in her stamp books.
This seems to be during a period just slightly ahead of my own childhood. Would seem that there wasn't as many starving attorneys back then.
A modern child wouldn't survive 15 minutes on that playground.
Even during my childhood in the 50's, scrapes, bruises and breaks were all part of growing up. Here's a special shout-out to those similar aged neighborhood young ladies who while us guys were roll playing Tarzan, soldiers, cowboys and Indians, they all dreamed of being medics and nurses.
I kept dad as busy as a MASH unit during my developing years. He had a whole kit made up, at home in Tustin or up at Lake Arrowhead, he had his Medic bag close at hand.My wife wanted to put knee pads, elbow pads and a helmet on our kid to ride a skateboard. I threw it all away and told her we need to teach him how to fall. They way to learn that is with pain.
That kind of started our exodus from 4S Ranch (yuppyville) to Jamul. All the kids in 4S were padded up. Out in Jamul we never saw a kid with pads on. 1st day there the kids across the street were shooting a potato gun. I said to the wife we are home.
A thing of beauty. George Hutchinson
My old man threw/tossed an axe at me one time for dilly lagging instead of getting the dirt bikes ready to go riding.Can't speak for you younger guys, but one very important thing I learned while working with (FOR) dad, was ---- Lightning Quick Reflexes.
He had a zero tolerance policy that required 100% attention to the project at hand. Drifting off, or Daydreaming was not tolerated.
This offense was punishable by him grabbing whatever was close and throwing it with ample force in my direction.
Trust me, after barely dodging flying hammers, screwdrivers and even a brick on one occasion, you develop a keen 3rd eye sense.
By the time I was an older teen, I'd mastered the ability to transcend my mind to important things, like getting laid in my 57' Ford Wagon, while still maintaining the ability to deftly dodge flying projectiles.
I owe that to my father.
Won't they incarcerate a father for teaching those skills today ?My old man threw/tossed an axe at me one time for dilly lagging instead of getting the dirt bikes ready to go riding.
This happen at Hawaiian once too. One of the shop owners spent his evenings in jail and was allowed to come to work during the day. He hired some of these guys he was locked up with and gave them jobs, mostly in the detail dept. This is where the seats, bow rails, windshields and stuff like that was installed. Shop owner had an appt to meet a young couple at Marine Stadium for a demo. Met them there, backed the trailer in and the boat stuck like glue. Backed down a little deeper, nothing. Finally he got on the rear of the trailer and tried lifting the boat off. Needles to say he didn't make sale. One of his room mates had run long screws through the seat base, through the hull and into the bunks. Man was he pissed, we were all cracking up back at the shop though.One of my customers who knew I was a boater asked if I'd go with him on his maiden voyage to a local lake, with his new to him Commander Jet boat he'd just purchased. Sure, why not.
I knew we had a problem immediately when the boat wouldn't come off the trailer. It felt like it was screwed to it --- Hmmmm, so I get crawling around, and it didn't take long to notice somebody had mounted a couple of speakers to the FLOOR ---- yup, like the trailer pic, they'd screwed right through the bottom and into the trailer bunk. And that was just the first problem we encountered. Even after unscrewing it from the trailer, it ran like shit, handled like shit, there was nothing right about this, his first ever boat.
I felt horrible for the young customer, he'd gotten royally screwed, and had no business buying this shit thing on his own.
I knew the seller would tell him to pound rocks, but I guess eventually he got some shop to accept enough of his cash to get most of it's problems sorted out.
No doubt. It was a little over the top in 88.Won't they incarcerate a father for teaching those skills today ?