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James, you must have ESPN. Weren't fooled for an instant,huh? You don't miss a trick!

No, it's not that pink thing. Mine's is blue with kind of cream colored fenders and a brown seat. And it does start with "H" but that's where the similarity with Harley Davidson ends. Pretty neat looking, eh? Got it at the Wal-Mart store. What?..rocket scientists and radar technicians make more than truck drivers you know!

A straight pipe on that Dee-troit? No wonder the stacks turned away!..still need earmuffs. And P.L. Duncan might be an Oliver expert too, he told me when I was there looking at his trucks that Olivers were the only kind of tractors they ever had on the farm, going back to HIS daddy. I saw an Oliver 99 for sale in the Tractor House magazine, but it didn't say "Super" 99. There was a cover over the engine so I couldn't tell what it was.

Well, I went and done it- much like my hero Rob did before, I went and bought a bike today. Been thinking about it for a while, but i'm 55 years old now and not getting any younger, so I decided to just do it. Unlike Rob though I decided to get a new one. I started to get one last year but didn't and I kind of wished I had ever since. Only rode it a little bit, it's been a long time since I rode so i'll kinda get back into it slowly and get used to the bike some before I do much long distance riding.

yep, it's a BWD. Surprisingly made in the USA, Long Island City, N.Y.

Would that be a plastic or steel drum?

I'll print this recipe for disaster and take it to Tom at the shop.

wear your reflective vest to reduce the chances of getting squished, and a hard hat in case you do. be careful out there.

bananners or not, i'd still be her friend.

Thank you, thank you for taking your camera, that's good stuff there! I've seen Rex mixers, never heard of the Rex truck though. Might be a rare aminal there. By the way, nice looking chrome on it too!

I don't remember the brand, something i'd never heard of. Might have started with a "B". He got it at Advance, I always go to Carquest.

I was in the office at work this evening turning my paperwork in when I heard a loud noise coming from somewhere down around the shop. It's probably a hunnert yards or more from the office to the shop, and it sounded kinda like a tail gate on a dump truck slamming. Randy ( dispatcher Randy, not THE Randy ) said "what was that"? I said "I don't know". We don't have dump trucks. Didn't see anything out the back door. Jeff and Todd were both gone already. So I strolled on outside and down the hill to the shop, stopped and got my check out of the shed, walked over to my high powered Kentworth truck for something, then I was walking over to go in the shop door at the rear of the shop while looking at my check and admiring it. Not paying too much attention to anything except the check at the time. Then I heard somebody yelling something...who's that?..oh, it was Naaman. He was in his truck backing a trailer into a hole. Couldn't hear what he was yelling. Then I saw him pointing at something and motioning for me to get away. Then I noticed a plastic windshield washer fluid bottle on the ground in front of me, with a trail of burning liquid going to it. "hmmmm" I thought. "That's sort of unusual, even for here". Then I turned and ran for cover behind the dumpster. I peeped around the corner right when the jug exploded with a tremendous boom, and the cap from the jug whizzed by my head...might have even grazed my noggin a little. When I went over Tom was standing just inside the shop holding a can of starting fluid and laughing like hell. Then I found out all the details of this great adventure and it sounded like such fun I thought of the "entertaining the kids" plan. Just give them an acetylene torch, a cigarette lighter, a can of ether- or you could give them a can of gasoline instead I suppose- and some empty plastic bottles. Smaller bottles, like water or pepsi bottles, are actually better than the gallon jugs- much louder. All they gotta do is hold the bottle upside down over the tip of the torch and turn the oxygen and acetylene on- don't light the torch, that could be dangerous! Then screw the top on the bottle tight. Don't forget to turn the torch off! Place the bottle in a clear spot- outside somewhere, or you could blow paint off the ceiling- then just spray ether ( or the gasoline) on it and around it and spray a small trail of ether ( or the gasoline) away from it for about 15 to 20 feets- whatever you feel safe with. Light the end of the trail and take cover! When the fire burns a pinhole in the bottle full of acetylene and oxygen there'll be a tremendous supplosion! Little bits of plastic everywhere...could keep them entertained for hours, or until the neighbors complain, or the cops show up. The last time plastic bottles were 'sploding around there it was just by drilling a hole in the top and screwing an air chuck into it. Connect the hose, turn the valve, boom! They could also hear that up at the office, and Todd said at the time he didn't want to hear another sound coming from down there that didn't involve work. As I said, he left early today so he didn't hear a thing. * DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!*...even though some of the events described here could perhaps be partially true, this is meant to be a humorous post and not to be taken seriouslly. You should never, ever, let children- or adults, for that matter- play with matches, lighters, gasoline, acetylene, torches, starting fluid, duct tape, empty bottles, ceilings, dumpsters, hoses, valves, paint cans, 55 gallon drums, cell phones, or oxygen, as all could be considered dangerous!

This one should last forever at $95!

Good cutting, copying, and pasting there. I saw these 2 big orange Macks at Sam Black Church in West Virginia this week. One's been sitting there a long time, first time i'd seen 2 there.

I went and checked too, I got 2 pages of friends, I guess that's all I had at first. I didn't dump you yet Randy.

It's getting terrible-talked to a guy in Milton,W.V. last and he found 2 guys in a Ford pickup trying to steal an I-beam from where he worked- at lunch time. He said they must have thought everyone had left for lunch, but he was there. They drove across a field and got away, but were caught later.

Jeffrey went to the parts store and brought me a new coil over here this morning, put it on and it runs fine now.

Well congratulations for the kids, grandkids, diploma, dogs, mouser,and most of all Momma for 34 years..

yeah, it's Justin Beaver.

don't matter, we're all here- cain't go anywhere anyway.

OK, so after going through the cadillac converters, multiple personalities, Peterbilt withdrawal, and eating boogers- Jimmy might be on to something. I went out and took a look this morning and the coil pack does have a big old crack in it. Good place to start anyway, too bad i'm helpless in the driveway for the time being.

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yer welcome.