I Overdosed on sodium
I knew Spam was salty but
I was shocked at the amount of sodium in the mac n cheese sauce.
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There was a green one of these around my parts for many years. Everyone called it the jelly bean.
Where I grew up it was bucking hay and moving irrigation pipe.
This absolute zenith of American RV excellence could be yours for $16,000
Does it come with th EM-50 upgrade?
Gas?
Lawns, Restaurant busboy, Motorcycle.
We would cut the forks off of the old sting ray bikes to hammer on ours and make "choppers". They got fairly woogly at 2 added extensions, kinda unrideable at 3, so 4 was pretty much the max.
Thank you,
MrSmith
No, but I stacked mountains of hay!
10 cents a bale for hay, pick it up out of the field and stack in the barn. we were in tall cotton if the rancher had an hay elevator! Can't remember how much we got to weed potato's but I'm sure it wasn't much.
Certainly a complex vehicle for sure.
Not recommended for the mechanically inept.
Kind of like this pick-up truck.
If you were to hand the keys over to this fine running 100% mechanically functioning vehicle with every part currently working most people today would have it driven off the road crashed into the ditch a tree or a rock and broke down within a matter of miles.
Or they would hand it back to you in a completely useless condition with the clutch burnt out of it.
Dad was career Air Force (after serving in the Navy in WW2 Pacific. He was Electrician's Mate, and ran radios for the SeaBees, in Second wave (right after the Marines) on every Island we attacked. I have photos of him digging bunkers just past the beach on a couple of different Islands. After serving in Occupied Japan, he enlisted in the Air Force. We lived at Edwards AFB where he was on the X-15 project. I met Joe Kinchlo, Scott Crossfield, and Col Yeager ruffled my hair the way the old guys did back in the late 50's. He later worked on the B58 Hustler, then transferred to Alaska. We voted to drive rather than take the MATS flight. The small diner/hotels, were spaced about a day drive apart. There were lakeside cabins, spaced about lunchtime apart in between. So we'd stop for lunch, eat by a lake shore or in one of those lodge sized log cabins for passing travelers, (complete with several picnic tables and a giant wood stove), We'd eat our manifold heated Dinty Moore, then push on to the next motel. He'd make an arrangment for a large room or two small ones, and us kids would cadge a few dimes from my mom to play the jukebox. Mule Skinner blues, and the Chipmonk song were our favorites, and by Tok Junction my dad forbade us playing either one. We switched to Purple People eater and Yakety Sax.
We'd been to Yosemite, and camped in the forests of California, so being in the trees wasn't new to us, but seeing miles and miles of forest day after day, left an impression on my brothers and me.
Something online with pictures and an explanation along with the pictures would be great.
You seem well learned conversed and write in the English language.
That history would be greatly appreciated if shared.
Started my boys off at 8 in the hayfield
Raking,move up to mowing, finally graduated to baler tractor.
Rest of ranch work as soon as they could ride a horse by themselves, they went along.
Gave them a few hundred dollars each year to spend however they wanted
When they turned 14, I bought them their first pickup, 2 77's and one '79 Ford
Once they had wheels, they hired out and "made real money"
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Thought for the day:
Sometimes when you cry, nobody sees your tears...
Sometimes when you're hurt, nobody sees your pain...
Sometimes when you're sad, nobody sees your sorrow...
BUT FART JUST ONE TIME!
Sometimes when you cry, nobody sees your tears...
Sometimes when you're hurt, nobody sees your pain...
Sometimes when you're sad, nobody sees your sorrow...
BUT FART JUST ONE TIME!
Had a friend who had an original civic/cvcc in high school back in the early 80s. A couple times a week we'd pick it up and move it a few spaces away from where he parked just for fun. As more guys got in on the prank we'd move it further away.
One Friday there was about a dozen of us and he'd parked in the back of the school near the baseball diamonds. We managed to get it over the four foot chain link fence and put it on the pitcher's mound.
He actually thought it was pretty funny knowing we'd put it back but the baseball coach, principal, etc., were not amused at all. We all got a "day off" for the shenanigans which was a way better outcome than a fist full of detentions.
Fly into Eugene airport make a quick trip up to Junction city and it could be all yours
I had an '85 W-350. 360 4spd. I hated the 16.5" wheels. Sold it to a friend and he flipped it being an idoit.
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