Here's a story you guys will appreciate.
For 22 years I lived in an upper middle class burb of St. Louis called Kirkwood. Not the richest place in town, but a nice mix of 150 year-old farm and country homes and newer stuff built over time. A little whitebread, but kind of like a small town inside a big city. Anyway, over time came the Yuppies, Hipsters and what I termed the "The Plastic People". So less diners and neighborhood bars and groceries and more Mercedes and blondes with ponytails and black leggings who all got their boobs and noses from the same doc.
Well once the kids got out of high school we took advantage of their gullibility an desire to congregate and sold our old house for four times what we paid for it and we beat feet. In doing so I also retired and we got a place with a bigger garage and driveway. To which I added my new/old Pinzgauer 710M (pic below). Which in Kirkwood would have made me a scary bad man. Like my NRA hat and worn cammies. But in my new neighborhood makes me a coolest guy on the street. So being the sharing guy that I am, I immediately took my scary military vehicle to show my old neighbors driving up and down their narrow streets as close to the center lines as safe and possible freaking them them the hell out since they all seem to have an extreme fear of scratching their cars and seem to think they have to be three feet away to not hit a car parked at the curb.
Let me tell you, there is not much more fun for an old school guy with a new toy than to use it to scare the living shit out the folks who pissed him off. I highly recommend it!
So if you're ever in St. Louis and want to have some fun drop me a note. We can go chase some of those spoiled little shits around the block.
For 22 years I lived in an upper middle class burb of St. Louis called Kirkwood. Not the richest place in town, but a nice mix of 150 year-old farm and country homes and newer stuff built over time. A little whitebread, but kind of like a small town inside a big city. Anyway, over time came the Yuppies, Hipsters and what I termed the "The Plastic People". So less diners and neighborhood bars and groceries and more Mercedes and blondes with ponytails and black leggings who all got their boobs and noses from the same doc.
Well once the kids got out of high school we took advantage of their gullibility an desire to congregate and sold our old house for four times what we paid for it and we beat feet. In doing so I also retired and we got a place with a bigger garage and driveway. To which I added my new/old Pinzgauer 710M (pic below). Which in Kirkwood would have made me a scary bad man. Like my NRA hat and worn cammies. But in my new neighborhood makes me a coolest guy on the street. So being the sharing guy that I am, I immediately took my scary military vehicle to show my old neighbors driving up and down their narrow streets as close to the center lines as safe and possible freaking them them the hell out since they all seem to have an extreme fear of scratching their cars and seem to think they have to be three feet away to not hit a car parked at the curb.
Let me tell you, there is not much more fun for an old school guy with a new toy than to use it to scare the living shit out the folks who pissed him off. I highly recommend it!
So if you're ever in St. Louis and want to have some fun drop me a note. We can go chase some of those spoiled little shits around the block.
