WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
For a daily testosterone fix I get my kicks on Sociopathic Boys 66
byVanderleunonJune 26, 2017
I suggest you do the same. Not a cuck in the carload. Witness for the prosecution…
When these commendable gentlemen from Hot Rod Garage are finished, you’re riding in a proper machine. You step on a gas pedal that moves a throttle linkage that squirts all sorts of gasoline into four big holes in the top of the engine to make it go. No one’s asking an iPhone app for permission to move, first. RTWT at:Bare Frame To Driver in 2 Days. Hell Yes – BSBFB
I love gearheads, all right; if it wasn’t for losing 50 points off my IQ when I get a wrench in my hand that woulda been the life for me. It’s just all so wonderful…..
I sure do love to drive ’em, though. You guys need to replace those drums in the rear to get a little more handling fun where it doesn’t go straight, y’know?
1,4,5,2,3,6
The firing order of a 1962 Corvair Spyder with a turbo, a project car my dad bought to fix up and sell after running the hell out of it. I was about 8 or 10 at the time and still remember that stuff, 50 years later. Points: .28, plugs: .35, turbo: 8lbs
I always like wrenching on old Fords over Chevy’s cause they had the distributer in the front and I didn’t have to reach all the way to the back to bust that 9/16″ bolt loose that cinched it down, for tune ups. I’m talking specifically about the 1966 Mustang conv I had with the 289 hi-po engine (250hp) and the fo-mo-co 4 bbl.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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I love gearheads, all right; if it wasn’t for losing 50 points off my IQ when I get a wrench in my hand that woulda been the life for me. It’s just all so wonderful…..
I sure do love to drive ’em, though. You guys need to replace those drums in the rear to get a little more handling fun where it doesn’t go straight, y’know?
You start with a 1/2 million dollar shop and…..
the caitnoP grille emblem threw me off initially.
Looks like they found you, again.
Time to get out the broom and dustpan.
I don’t have a half million dollar garage either, but that sure looks like a fun “hobby”. I’ll just stick to wrenching on my ’82 Sportster.
Has anyone under the age of fifty ever changed their own oil?
I have a box in the garage, I haven’t opened it in years. But in the box is the timing light, points gauge and an acoustical coupler modem.
1,4,5,2,3,6
The firing order of a 1962 Corvair Spyder with a turbo, a project car my dad bought to fix up and sell after running the hell out of it. I was about 8 or 10 at the time and still remember that stuff, 50 years later. Points: .28, plugs: .35, turbo: 8lbs
I always like wrenching on old Fords over Chevy’s cause they had the distributer in the front and I didn’t have to reach all the way to the back to bust that 9/16″ bolt loose that cinched it down, for tune ups. I’m talking specifically about the 1966 Mustang conv I had with the 289 hi-po engine (250hp) and the fo-mo-co 4 bbl.