Do you ever wonder why?

This picture was taken by my Mother while she was over in Mississippi. The question just begs to be asked: "Why?"? What were they thinking? "Oh, I just had some spare cash and hadn't paid tuition yet, so i figured, what better way to get the chicks!". Sorry dude. Just not working for me.

Same thing with Mississippi. My philosophy is that someone had been outside in Alasaka for a couple of days with no coat, had a serious case of the shivers, and was trying to write "my sippy" to their two year old. What with the shivers and all, it came out as Mississippi.

Okay, okay, so I really do like the wheels, the car, and the spelling. I guess I just wish I had some extra cash and a bad case of the shivers!

Licking 9 volt batterries!

No, I've never done it. But in preperation for the wiring Dad and I are going to be doing to my house this week, I remembered a great experience I had with 120 volts and substantially more current. Or rather, an experience my friend Clinton had. It even happened in a garage! (just not dorkpunch garage).

Late one evening, much to Clints neighbours disdain, we were working on one of his killer snowmobiles, a John Deere 340 Liquifire. Incedentally, this is the same sled i jumped the Ridge Park Highway on, but thats a different story.

The sled was having carb troubles at the time and we had been trying to sync them out in the alley. It got dark and we gave up and pulled the sled into the garage. Clints shop was a pretty nice setup, although it was seriously lacking in electrical outlets and lighting at the time. To this end, we had set up a set of those fancy floodlights-on-a-stand setups to illuminate our hardships. The extension cord ran from the outlet on the wall across the bay to the light stand. When we pulled the sled inside, we drove it right in to this fancy bay and popped the hood.

Now, for those of you who arent to familiar with snowmobiles, on the bottom of the ski are wearbars. They keep the ski from wearing holes through them. In these wearbars are sharp little peices of metal called skags. Remeber how we had the shop set up? With the extension cord on the floor? Well, we drove the sled right across it. Actually, we parked it with the skis resting on top of the cord, which at this point had two nice cuts in it from the skis.

Good thing it wasnt plugged in! We commenced working.

It quickly became evident that we were in need of further illumination. I was convienently close to the outlet, so i reached over and plugged it in.

Several things happened in short order. We'll just skip the part about the electricity joltling through the skis, arcing across the tie rods, and seeking out a ground. It was pretty cool to see three guys LEAP away from the sled. It took me a little longer to figure out what the deal was and why there were 3 guys just itching to plug me in...

Dontcha just hate it when your boogers freeze?

I sure do. Especialy when they freeze because its been 7 deg F for the last three days. Dang 'rents drug the weather down with em from Canada. What makes it even worse is that i almost had a free weekend and i couldve gone riding. *sigh*. On a brighter note- I got a new motorcycle!! Well, new to me. Steveo, you would like it- its a '71 Kawasuky F6- just like your old one but its a 125. I still think you shoulda hung on to that 250... Why is it that i cant ever let bikes go?

Hmm. Having re-read what I just wrote, I admit defeat. I'm to tired to change it though.... Only 9:30 and its about 3 hrs past my bedtime... g'night. *yaaawwnn*

The Pits

No, I'm not talking about Monday mornings, crappy deoderent, or melancholy feelings. I'm talking about the game. Pit. For some reason, this stupid little game really likes me. Maybe its just the fun of screaming "one one one one one two two two two two two two okay one here who'll take three three three" for an hour. Maybe its the exhiliration of playing with women, who have sharp fingernails and dont care if your hand is in the way of the card they want.

Anways, the 'rents came for a day or two, and we had a great time with them and friends playing pit last night. Hopefully their trip goes better than Steveos (aka goobersuckweasel) trip to Washington. Anyone wanna buy a Mitsubishi Mighty Max?

how NOT to dispose of unwanted vehicles.

Sorry Stevo, this tops the pics of the truck jumping in your blog. dP not to be held responsible for poor taste in music.

http://www3.telus.net/minizuk/More_Stuff/rangerdanger.wmv

Supposedly 147 feet in a Ford Ranger.

Succumbing to temptations...

Today, Feb. 2, 2006, at 4:27 p.m., Lula broke free from her mighty cocoon and awoke with a magnificent rumble. After a brief but very exciting stint from the garage to the road, Lula and i went for a short jaunt through the countryside on fairly clear roads. Then, after another brief but exciting trip down the icey pothole filled alley, she re-entered her slumber, hopefully for a much shorter time. Obviously, the picture of Lula was not taken recently. Its from last summer.

Things that go "squirt" in the night...

I used to be scared of things that went "bump" in the night. Things like Freddy Kruger, Jason, and that freaky frozen guy that would keep me under the covers not daring to breath at night. Well, Freddy, do your worst. You dont scare me anymore! Not unless you go "squirt".

Squirt, you say? Maybe I should elaborate a little bit. its more of a "skwe-EEERRRRRRTTT" most of the time. Some times its a much shorter but higher powered "SKWORT".

These are the deadly ones, as my wife found out the other night. Of course, this would be the night we are down to 2 diapers, the night she decided that the baby would probably be okay if she sampled some home made jalapeno bread. And, of course, the "SKWORT" would follow the "skwe-EEEERRRRRTT" by about two minutes, giving enough time that the diaper would be removed. This, of course, allowed us to observe the full power of the un-muffled and un-restrained "SKWORT". Remember Super Soakers? How they could shoot this huge stream of water 50 ft? They've got nothing on a good healthy newborn baby "SKWORT". I love changing the sheets and wall color at 1:00 in the morning...

temptations...

In the middle of each January, I get a bill. I kind of like this bill, as it is a sign of spring. When the bill comes, it makes me think of spring and summer and fall, nice weather, barbecues, and the wind in your face. Yes, this bill is the insurance renewal for my motorcycle.
Of course, thinking about spring and summer and fall, nice weather, barbecues, and the wind in your face can make one quite grumpy. Especially when the motorcycle is locked in the shop awaiting those spring and summer and fall days, awaiting a time void of slush and mud and cold and snow. I just cant decide weather or not I like those tempting little morsels of joy on the horizon... As mamma always used to say, be happy with what you've got, not sad for what you've not. Or something like that. Mmmm. I love heavy wet snow.

John Wayne

"Good Morning, Sir!"

"Waallll, I guess everyones entitled to their own opinion... "

-Mr. McClintock.

Tempting Bums!

Toys are a lot of fun. Do you remember having toys when you were a kid that were so much fun that they always got taken away? My brother had a gurlfiend that went to Korea and brought him back an air-soft pistol. Once Mom got sick of the little plastic balls all over the house (this probably took about 3 hours), the gun was confiscated.

Last Christmas, Steve actually found the gun in its original hiding place. We thought this was great fun. The evil glint in my mothers eye when she saw the gun informed us that one toe out of line, one yellow plastic ball left on the floor, and it was curtains for us. Well, I belive it was Christmas day, and the gun was just sitting there, so i shot Steve in the bum. Steve didnt even flinch! Hmmm... I thought to myself, It must not be that strong. So I glanced around the room for another target.

The only target that readily presented itself was the behind belonging to my dear Mother as she had her back turned to me preparing Christmas Dinner.

Steve and I had almost a full week to search for the gun in its new hidding place. It was never found. Y'know, its amazing how fast old people can move when they put there mind to it...

New Begginings

Seems like a time of newness around here... Even though its still January there is a whiff of spring in the air, the days are getting longer, work has started to pick back up, and Kade was born! Kade Orrin was born January 23, wieghed in at 7 lbs 14 oz and was 20.5 inches long. The delivery went great much to Sarahs delight! Donations are being accepted at this time and should be in the form of cash or junk motorcycles...