Fender Fin Fini

Todays Lesson: Fins

Go Igor.....

I had the privilege a few weeks ago to be in a spot where a virgin Sikorsky transport chopper was on it's maiden flight for the final fitting for it's intended job of shuttling eighteen cats and their gear to and from off-shore oil derricks south of Louisana.

The pilot of this particular aircraft is the son of a friend of mine and I had about twenty-four hours notice that the craft was leaving the Sikorsky skunkworks in Pennsylvania and might be stopping on dad's property somewhere north of Nash-Vegas, and did I want to come and check it out? Well, hell yeah!

Can you say a Formula One car that flies? Everything you see that is white is carbon-fibre (sex), the green stuff is carbon-fibre kevlar weave (ultra-sex). Everything else is aluminim forgings that are machined, Titaninum, or complete un-obtanimum.

In the pic we see the Guru and Sam trying to figure out how to fire this Sumbitch up without a key.

Learning 2 Relax

There's a lesson here.

Okay, I promise, last picture of the Shermanator. Maybe..... came across this in an archive.

He would pick a spot and go in 2 full relax mode. You could start a motorbike, fire up the grinder, or have the air-compressor kick on and he'd never flinch. We'd just laugh our butt off.

He also didn't take any grief off a big dog. He could lacerate a nose wth the precision of a brain surgeon. I never, ever saw him stress over the presence of a canine friend.

Yeah, I still miss him. Sue me.....

Sign of the Week

Poor Pacman

Just a few hours after the diasaster of the Pac's wrestling debut I recieved this missive from a friend. I think it was tounge in cheek. At least, I hope so.....Now we hear he's gonna' try his hand at music.....Does the "attention seeking" never stop?......


PeeWee!!!!!!

Did you see the NEWS????? OH MY GOD tell me I'm not dreaming...Tell me that he
didn't get HURT!! Did you SEE IT???? Oh MY GOD..I'm in SHOCK!!!!!!! Pacman was
not allowed to wrestle in the ring...BUT HE WAS ATTACKED in the DRESSING ROOM!!
OH MY GOD!!...Did you SEE IT??? There was BLOOD...OH MY GOD...There was
BLOOD...What is this world coming to????? A poor innocent boy (no racial
inference) was HURT in the DRESSING ROOM!!!! OH MY GOD!!! Please tell me you
will devote your website exclusively to righting this TERRIBLE WRONG until the
guilty parties are brought to JUSTICE...OH MY GOD...I believe that Armageddon
has just started. OH MY GOD..who ever said that wrestling was fake???? OH MY
GOD...I must take a Valium. OH MY GOD..I hope I wake up to the world I knew
before!!OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!

Later,
Stevie

Ruminations

Damn, it's hot. Seriously hot. Not too hot for a motorbike ride mind you, but far too damn hot for the grass cutting that I saw a couple of guys doing today. Actually, they were really only stirring up a lot of dust, there's not much grass to cut.

This afternoon in a cool beer I put a slice of lime, and in a burst of inspiritation from my Grandma Alsup, I also gave it a shot of salt. I reasoned that the amount of sweat that I had moved today would more than offset that salt.

Then, later at the market I purchased a can of tuna for a nice cold-plate style salad for dinner. The can of tuna I chose was low-sodium. Go figure.

But, that brings me to my question. Why does the low-sodium can o' tuna cost forty cents more? It's something that they do not have to add, it's one less step during the manufacturing process. Why's it more expensive?

See, it's the little things that keep me busy.

Even More Simca

More Simca

Simca Gordini

Lady Redtail

More from the Nature Center on The Trace at Land Between the Lakes.....There was a Bald Eagle there also, but a Redtail Hawk is just it for me.

Almost Skunked

Well, not totally. At least The Captain upheld our honor and caught one.

Bad part is that his bait was longer than his catch. Actually, in some circles what he caught would be considered bait..... We didn't let him kiss this one because it would have been statutory rape. Jail bait, if you will.

I'm gonna' go out on a limb here, and guess that the 100 plus degree temperature might have had something to do with our near skunk. But still, like an old wise man once said, the worst day of fishing is better than all the best days of work. We still had a ball.

More Rabbit Ears.....

Rabbit Ears for the Bloody Mary. Whoa! I just can't help myself! This was in fact a pretty good Bloody Mary, not in the league of a Nubbie Bloody Mary mind you, but a decent Bloody Mary none the less.

Thanks to the pitcherlady for the image. I'm sure she's just toasted beyond her wildest dreams to get a foto credit here at skatetruck.