Cheap Therapy

I have this stack of snapshots that lives on the top of my microwave. There are all sorts of pictures. Past cats, current cats. Motorcycle rides with friends. Cool dogs that I've known or met. The woman. Family.

Whenever I'm in that down mode I'll pick up that stack of prints and just thumb through it. After that, all is better in my world. It's way cheaper than therapy. And drugs.....

Quote of the Weekend

Our good buddy Jesco was busy texting with his smart phone around the campfire a couple weeks ago.

Our own Mr Tact, aka Captain Dick asked him, "Hey Jesco, when you text and use that half a thumb, is that considered short-hand?"

Tough crowd, tough crowd.

Hips 3

Another easy one, but what year?

Live Blogging.....

It's homecoming night here in the big Dick-son. A bit after dark I fired up the coals and roasted a couple ears of corn and grilled some chicken whilst listening to the Dickson County High School football game from across the way. The stadium is about a half mile away as the crow flies, and I was able to recognize half-time due to the music breaks.

I also recognized the end of the game when the band played the Alma-mater and there was a sing-along and a big cheer after that.

A few minutes after the Alma-mater, while having a bite of dinner on the loading dock, I listened to the roar and rubber squealing of pick-up trucks and sub-compact racers leaving the high-school grounds. Some major teen testosterone. Soon after that those same vehicles were bombing about down-town here.

Hey, don't get me wrong, I was that kid. But, what I'm hoping is that after the overnight hours leading into Saturday morning, I don't see that news story about that horrifying tragedy of a crash that kills two or three or four students just after their high-school homecoming game.

Hips 2

A sleek and classy girl, very well refined.....

Hips

All car designers have always had their own ideas about body-work, and I have always thought that about car fenders specifically. From the time that I was a kid I always thought that it was very sexual in nature. I mean, how can you look at a Ferrari 250 Testa Rossa and not think of someone like Sophia Loren? Seriously.

So, over the next few days we are going to have a run of gorgeous hips from the car show last week-end at the O'more School of Design in Franklin that Sam and I attended. It's a great venue for a car show, what a beautiful campus.

If you'd like to try a guess in the comments as to what each image of the car with hips is, that might be fun. But I can't promise any real prizes here, 'cause the Skate Truck isn't really very well sponsored. Prizes could maybe be a cold beverage for a correct guess when I see you, or perhaps a light snack, or a used fishing lure, or maybe a hale and hearty hand-shake of congratulatory nature, just depending on who the guess-ee might be.....

So, we'll start here with a really easy one, everyone should get this one. If we were really talking sexual, these hips would be a Mae West sort of BBW.

Seriously.....

T Bucket

Mouth Breathing

Saw this shirt at the Adams Threshing a few weeks ago. Probably don't have to explain what this whole damb fambly was like. The gene pool was seriously shallow.

Being from the south I'm all good with southern heritage to a point, but the killing of animals for fun, sport, and gambling is just wrong, I don't give a damn who your higher power is.

Double X

Explosion

The 450 A class literally explodes out of the starting gate at the 30th annual Loretta Lynn's Amateur Nationals yesterday. What a glorious noise, fourty-four four-strokers unleashed at the same time. Sam and I just walked around grinning and soaking up the atmosphere that is just being somewhere that racing is going on.

On a far more suck-ass motorcycling note, R.I.P. Gary Nixon . According to SOUP he passed away yesterday in Baltimore at age seventy due to a heart attack. An iconic racer and personality, he will be sorely missed. My absolute favorite picture of Gary Nixon is here . Godspeed Gary.....

Bird on a Wire

Some folks have recurring visitors that are a bit more exotic than the ones at my house. But, we generally hatch about three batches of doves a season at the old post office, so that's cool.

This particular bird was keeping an eye on Zeke and I on Sunday while we were hanging out on the back dock. The other dove was on the nest warming the eggs I suppose. The bird on a wire was very calm, so calm that I was able to walk inside and get the camera. It sat for it's portrait for me for over fifteen minutes. He (she?) even allowed me to kneel within about 3 feet while I shot a few pictures. I had no idea about the sky blue ring around a dove eye, did you? Gorgeous.