When you hit a pothole, you got beer nuts.
Ain’t that the truth. Hope you got a good price and grade.
Not here. Both of those blood-soaked monsters and everyone they’ve influenced should die in a fire
$69.95
Unauthorized low level flight.....au
with ballj joints, tie rod ends, and a idler arm with only 40K miles, Oh and 4 shocks too
Wife and I hiked Ben Nevis and heard some fighters come through there but we were on wrong side of the ridge at the time to see them.......worst thing is hearing fighters and not being able to see them. it gives me the regrets.
Yes, driving a vehicle that works as intended and doesn’t sound like it’s going to fall apart if it drives over a stick in the road is a sign that you’re an adult.
Heading out to bingo night at the senior center?
Because you know "boomers" and stuff.
OETA, back in the day, would sign off with this film. Always enjoyed watching it.
High Flight (1941) - by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
High Flight (1941) - by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
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