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I was looking around for midget clown porn and found this site purely by accident. Lots of truck pictures and interesting stuff here-

http://www.roadtransport.com/blogs/big-lorry-blog/

Seems Rob was right,everybody's having a birthday this year. Have a good one Barry!

I agree,farming has always been an inherantly dangerous business,i for one am glad to see all the safety features added in recent years,if people would JUST USE THEM! be a lot less accidents! I have a treasured picture of my grandfather,sitting on his Oliver 88 with a borrowed "cornpicker" attachment in place,he's holding up his hands to show he still has all of his fingers at the end of the season! I dont know for sure how many times he turned over a tractor,but lived to be 87 years old,which was quite an accomplishment for a life-long farmer!...............Mark

I was driving-well,steering anyway- a Farmall C tractor before I even started school. All I had to do was drive between 2 rows of hay bales while Dad and my grandfather loaded the wagon,then Dad would jump on at the end of the field and get me pointed back up between the next 2 rows.

So being around tractors and farm equipment all my life,I knew how dangerous it could be.But my last year of high school I only had 2 classes in the morning,then i'd go home and help daddy on the farm. I was picking corn one day,had a mounted cornpicker on a 5000 Ford tractor. There was a set of rollers that went up behind you and a fan-the rollers shucked the corn, most of it that is, and the fan would blow the shucks off to the side. A corn picker is very dangerous, there are many things that can grab you, and I knew to always turn it off before you do anything. So I knew better than to reach behind me and clear the shucks away that had packed up in the chute with it running but I did it anyway. Something caught the end of the sleeve of my jacket-and pulled the whole sleeve off. If it had been a better jacket that the sleeve didn't come off of it would have been disastrous. It scared the hell out of me. I took what was left of the jacket way down in the woods and threw it away and never told anyone.

A teacher in a Detroit , Michigan elementary school asked her students if they could tell the class what sound a pig makes.

Little Tyrone stood up and said:

"Up against the wall mother fucker!"

I guess there's not to many farms in Detroit ... ...

they keep getting better-slightly-but that's funny right there!

I took mine with me and Spot and brother in law to cabin for a lil cooking and eating session and it was very tasty, excellent flavor with a good bite. I mean GOOD BITE! Its hot but thas the way I like it,,,Good Job Tom!!! randyp

Thank you very much indeed!

I haven't heard it in years, but there is a song about that called, Long Haired Big Tittied Bubble Headed Girl, I would like to hear it again, instead of just singing it to myself at times. That is if anybody can find it.

I remember that song,I had a tape with that song,and one called "Damned DOT" I think. Seems to me it was Jake Brake and the All Trucker Band-might be on youtube or something.

While thumbing through some tractor porn the other day, I noticed they brought back the 8n... So if you've ever wondered what they'd look like 60 years later, here ya go...

http://www.tractorhouse.com/listingsdetail/detail.aspx?OHID=5620443&

That's the "Boomer", a 50hp. tractor. I've seen a few sitting on dealer's lots.

When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend.

When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so I

decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.

In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional.

Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time

and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.

When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was

totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became

so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.

When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with

her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything.

She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy.

She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So

I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.

When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted

firmly on the ground and married her. She was so ambitious that she

divorced me and took everything I owned.

I am older and wiser now, and am looking for a girl with big tits.

your best one so far!

yep,that's them. Good lookin' Pete there too!

Congratulations to you and your son,that's a fine truck you got him. Here's a few pictures of H-61s that I took at truck shows in N.C.

I can see it now...

It's not the fancy pants Vortox....the other brand, the name of which is eluding me at the moment... Anyhow, mine are the big ones-15", my brother's are the smaller ones-13". Filters for his are noticably cheaper than mine...dammit. I wanna say it cost me over a Benjamin when I replaced both filters a few months ago.

"guess i'll have the biggun's then"...Karl Childers

What about the oil bath filters ran on the B Models, does anyone feel that this was good and should stay with that set-up? I cannot remove a filter from its housing on my B and have to clean it by back flushing with a cleaner, let it dry and install with oil up to it's designated mark on the housing. I like this system because I feel it helps lubricate the valves in the upper part of my engine. I have not seen any large debris when I flushed the system last year for the first time since i've owned the truck since Sept. 2008.

mike

I have the same type filter and I didn't really know how to clean it. I took the bottom off and ran a stick up around edges as far as I could reach and drug out all sorts of crap-probably hadn't been cleaned for years.

Wow!..Hope your birthday is a happy one whatever you decide to do.

I've gotta renew my license this year too. I went to Altavista to the DMV this morning but they're almost as bad as the post office-the post office is only open from 8 to 10 on Saturday,found out the DMV is now closed on Saturday. Got 'til April to renew though.

I do have to take the vision test,so Vision i'd appreciate it if you'd send me all your personal information,family history,photos,etc. so I can study up on you.

This looks way better than my hot sauce.

More pictures of the week-

This is a mill roll I brought back to the steel mill in Petersburg from Milton,W.V. I took one up there to be refurbished,and brought this one back. It shined like chrome when I loaded it,looked like this when I stopped by the shop.

They have many mill rolls at the mill.

And they have a Euclid-a green one.

A new KW at the shop-these have the new Paccar engine,the new Freightliners have DD15's. Drivers are already complaining about the lack of power the paccar engines have.

A clean and shiny mill roll-this is in Milton,W.V. I think Jo has some kinfolks in the area.

good ideers,start with easy stuff. This picture has many possibilities...

'nuff said...

I once re-jetted an old Carter AFB carburator for a friend of mine on our kitchen table,used (un-known to me) a "good" dishtowel for a shop rag,Mrs. Vision was not happy! did'nt go good at all for me!................Mark

I know that feeling very well-I used a "good" dish towel to wipe down my cast iron stew pot after I used it and re-seasoned it with crisco one time.

Yup, it takes up to a dozen inputs to get one output. A lot of new "techs" don't know how to break something apart mechanically, or electrically and cannot progress any further so start to replacing parts.

I see it often in my job.

Maybe that's why they keep me around?

Rob

Naw,that has nothing to do with it. They keep you around because they love you for your positive altitude, your smile, and the bright ray of sunshine and optimism you bring to work every day.

Didnt think it was a Hayes, cab is close but hood and fenders are wrong. Mack at 1 time owned Hayes, there is a company(earl paddock transport) up here that uses KW, but every truck has the bear on the hood(im sure 386 you have seen them), the old man owned a hayes dealership here and started trucking after it closed. bobo

Then paccar bought Hayes and shut it down shortly afterwards. They used Peterbilt cabs for a while. Old Bill (the Diesel Gypsy) said Hayes trucks were his favorite of all the trucks he drove. I like the ones with the big "H" made in the hood.

heh heh,,I would say "Imagine dat", but I thinks you already did. You been smoking too much Creeces. randyp

All true Randy,all true.About George that is,not the creeces thing.

Saw this this week- a big ass bike in a little truck. Reminded me of somebody...just can't place who.

And a big ass dog in a car.

A big ass single axle tank trailer.

An old Consolidated Freightways trailer.

Some icy roads in Arkansas,and a stuck truck.

Can't think of the name. Company in Canada, eh

Hayes?

Though sometimes I might engage in humor and nonsense,I do have a serious side. In fact,I was doing some serious research on Wabco.

I learned that in the early 1800's a young fellow by the name of George Westinghouseairbrakecompany moved his family into a well-to-do neighborhood near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. George and his family loved it there as there was both a Wal-Mart and a Home Depot nearby, but the feeling was not mutual with his neighbors. They liked everything to be the same in the 'hood, with houses well kept and the lawns all mowed the same day with all the grass the same height. Young George complied with all this but the problem was that his mail box had to be extra long in order to get his extra long name on it. It just didn't fit in and his neighbors were irate about it.

Things got to the point that his neighbors would stage nightly protests and riot in the street in front of his house. George just ignored them at first, but when the angry mob threw a 11/24.5 B.F.Goodrich truck tire that had been soaked in gasoline on his DirectV dish antenna and burned it one night, George knew he had to do something.

The next morning he called in sick, then went to the courthouse and changed his name to Wabco. Then he went by the Home Depot and bought a new mailbox. He raced home and tore the old mailbox off the post and threw it in the dumpster in the alley. Then he put the new mailbox up and waited.

That night when all his neighbors made their way down the street to his house they saw the brand new standard size mailbox on the post...they mumbled a bit, then threw their torches, pitchforks, and sandwiches down in the street and went home...

and they all lived happily ever after.

The End.