I’m thinking 3 pages….tech, classifieds, and chit-chat. Anything I write is chit chat as it’s dust found in my aging brain. Tech gets me over the mechanical side and classified is Great for parts and gold…
Gold? Well, some of these parts are priced like gold
Honestly, I don’t have the angrier youthful righteous thinking I may have had as a youth. Once I was done trying to score …I was married, no more scoring. Marriage come with responsibilities for a very long time and you either dive into 100% or you screw around and mess it up. My Catholic school brainwashing made sure I was unaware of the real world until after marriage. When all, the other options came flooding it, I’ll call it an awakening, I took the easy way, stayed married and walked the narrow path it needs. You married guys know this one…it’s at the corner is “ Yes Dear Avenue and What else can I do for you street”
Those nuns in 1958-1966 would have me believe my motorcycle activities and friends were a sin…I may find out in another decade or so

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. I swear this is no lie…in 7th grade a priest conducted a sex ed class, this would be 1963. This is your penis…you are NOT permitted to touch it. Oh S#!t!
By the way, politics were never my thing. And to cover all bases require by the thread title, there are a lot of land cruisers for sale because the came out of the wood work to to a country perceived as a land of “milk and honey”. The world runs on money. Get as much as you can. It’s no longer the Woodstock generation of “love one another”. “Keep feeding each other, we’re all in this together man”….
Wavy Gravy (1969)
When my friend group hang-out turns to politics, t stare at the pizza in front of me and zone out looking if I can see any left over tomato seeds in the sauce
Time is short my internet buddies…don’t get hung up in the mud that surrounds us….or maybe do