SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!

SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!

BE THERE! BE THERE! BE THERE!

I don't know if you remember those radio commercials for drag racing back in the 1970's. They had a bunch of shouting and major reverb and a lot of echo going on. I was actually in on the production of some of those ads for Beech Bend Dragway back in the day, at 1510 WLAC-AM with disc-jockey "Bear With The Hair Bradley". What a hoot.

I can only imagine that those types of commercials are being played in San Mateo to talk up the Power Tool Drag Racing . Absolute living proof that actual rednecks exist outside of Alabama. Especially in California. Thanks to Attila the Hun for the link.

Speaking of the "Heart of Dixie", HERE'S three more reasons to avoid Alabama (I stole that line). This link compliments of the pitcherlady . The horror.

MOTM

Mailbox of the Month

Okay. Now.
On a whole 'nother note.....

I don't care if anybody else but me thinks the pitcherlady is on a whole other plane than the rest of us, but this right here seals it.

Old Man In Afternoon Sun

Memorial Day Weekend

Sam on the Trace.

If you can ignore the absolutely asinine, ridiculously ludicrous 40 and 50 mile per hour speed limits (and you can trust me, we do) then the Natchez Trace Parkway is a great place to have a fang. You know that no blue hair is gonna' pull their Buick out in front of you, there are no drive-way connections, and about the worst obstacle in your path are the gaily spandex-clad hard-headed hard-core bicyclists that insist on riding three to five wide, and taking up the whole lane. But, that too can be turned into entertainment. A well timed upshift, with the appropriate exhaust back-fire, and barely brushing an elbow of the outside squirrel bicyclist with your mirror (or your elbow) at the the same time sure does make 'em scatter......kind of like pigeons in the square.....ah, but I digress.

As far as ignoring the speed limits, 'lemme 'splain myself just a bit. It really helps to be on a first name basis with the ranger that will probably be the one to stop you, and it also helps that he is a fellow sport-biker, natch. And, as far as ignoring the speed limits, I'm only talking plus ten to fifteen m.p.h. maybe, just enough to make it not boring.


Self portrait. The red scalpel rides again.

Sam and I were lucky enough to put in about 600 miles this week-end in the mid-state area, banging all the back-roads we could. Wasting petroleum products was our forte, tires and fuel, ol dubbya would be proud. I am totally fortunate to be able to ride with the old man.

We ate good (Lordy Lordy, the etoufee at Puckett's Grocery in Leiper's Fork....YUM), saw some of the wonderful scenery that is our state, grinned like hyena's a whole bunch, and visited with some old friends. It was especially good to see Big Al Dente on Saturday, hopefully he'll be able to join us on the back-roads again soon.

Thanks also to The Captain for inviting us over for the Memorial Day festivities.

Cheatham Dam

Horsepower.....5

The Midland Star

The Midland Star of the Ingram Barge Company pushing fifteen tows of coal up the Cumberland a couple of Sunday's ago. Sam and I watched the Captain lock up-river through the Cheatham Lock. Nope, it don't take much to amuse us! We never did decide where in hell he might be taking that much coal in this day and age, Sam's only guess was the Gallatin Steam Plant........

Umm. Speaking of steamy, have you heard the one about the Tennessee State Trooper and the Porn Star?........Jeez! Talk about letting the little head do the thinking for the big head!

Red Heads......

If you are of the mind, like the guys at FUH2.com, that a Humvee is nothing short of atrocious over-kill for the small of dick set, well then, there's this. Some sort of a faux Chevy tractor-trailer General kind of thing. The lower driver's door window sill was even with the top of my Astro van. Whatever.

Now, don't get me wrong, a Humvee is probably a helluva tool when used in the environment that it was originally intended, and that is not Brentwood, as far as I'm aware. But, as you and I watch the spinnered up versions that permeate our society, along with all the other cartoon like SUV's I can only look forward to putting together a poll, where-in we can pick the absolute worst, most gay freaking SUV.

Stay tuned sports fans.....

The Banking at Monza

The World Superbike deries (SBK) is at Monza in Italy this week-end. If you don't know what this means, then I'm sorry that I bothered you. If you do know what it means, then you're welcome

Horsepower.....4

Big Don again. He was pretty proud of this particular chain-saw, it's a 1953 Stihl project saw that he's recently gotten operational. He picked it up and was flipping it about and showing and telling me the details of the restoration and of the saw, and then he handed it to me. Well, it took me straight to the ground! It must've weighed at least sixty pounds. Needless to say there were no aluminum or zinc alloys used in the production of chain-saws (or anything else, for that matter) back in '53.

He made a few up-cuts at near lightning speed and then shut it down. What with it being Old-Timer's Day and all, there were several Old-Timer's standing around, and one of them perked up and said, just as smart-ass old-fart as you could say it, "Why'd you cut up? You could've made a faster and better cut cutting down!"

Without missing a beat Don shot back, "I cut up because I'm gonna' be out here all day and I didn't want to get sawdust all the hell over me, thank you very much!"

Word.

Horsepower.....3

Horsepower.....2

This is my Buddy Big Don. He is a guy that Grizzly Adams could well have been patterned from. Don competes in lumberjack disciplines such as springboard axe chopping, axe throwing, and cross-cut saw.

Here he's showing us some cross-cut, one-man saw style. A word on the saw blade, cost is about two-thousand five-hundred bucks. Then you get it tuned up and sharpened, to the tune of around seven-hundred more dollars.

This is also from Old Timer's Day in Dickson. More to come.....

Horsepower.....

Horsepower Number One
There was a team of Championship winning Clydesdales leading the Old Timer's Day parade in Dickson this past Saturday. These are hella horses, total professionals, standing over 18 hands tall, with 20 inch long horseshoes, and weighing over two-thousand pounds.

Stepping Out the Rear.....

Man, there's not anything much more fun than a race kart on a small flat-track oval, on slicks, no less. My palms and elbows and ass were major bruised on Monday, but I loved every lap of it. It's one of those silly things that makes your jaw muscles hurt, because you realise that during a whole twenty lap stint you've just been grinning your brains out. And, I must've made at least a hundred laps on Saturday.

Here's Troy, the host with the most doing his best "Mr. Personality" Sammy Swindell impersonation.

Again, Mucho Thanks to Troy for the hospitality and to The Captain for the camping quarters and for letting me bash his equipment last week-end.

All Puffed Up.....

Don't look now, but the young jake in the background that's trying to make a quick exit stage left is just about to get his ass handed to him by the tom that has the attention of the female in the foreground. Just a second or so after I snapped this picture I witnessed the damnedest turkey fight. I had no idea that turkeys carried on like that, although I have seen the same sort of thing go on in a red-neck beer joint.....many times......the puffing up and everything.

Burning Some Brats.....

The Anheuser-Busch/Miller Brewing Co. family should be proud, we all chipped in pretty hard last week-end toward their perspective grand kids college funds.....damn, what a good time!

Leaners.....

In the NBA and the NFL they have pretty much done away (supposedly) with taunting and trash-talking. I don't think I've ever heard so much shit being talked as I did at an evening of horshoe pitching and beer drinking last Saturday afternoon in Chapel Hill.

And, lest you think that this is a not too complicated game, well I'd invite you to check out the official rules provided by the NHPA (National Horseshoe Pitchers Association) HERE . Sheesh.

Thanks to Troy for the hospitality.
L8R
PWA