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Subj: FW: $5.37 $5.37. That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the harshest thing anyone has ever said to me. He said, "It's OK. I'll just give you the senior citizen discount." I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. "Only $4.68" he said cheerfully. I stood there stupefied. I am 48, not even 50 yet? A mere child! Senior citizen? I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Elmo. Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil. Old? Me? I'll show him, I thought. I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile. Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now? A toddler? "Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind. "Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!" I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried another. Still nothing. That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror. Then, a few other objects came into focus. The car seat in the back seat. Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten doughnut on the dashboard. Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle. Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life. That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to be found. I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time. There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, "What is the world coming to?" All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here?" At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits. Elmo had no clue. I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, "I think you left this in my truck by mistake." I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized. She offered these kind words: "It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time.." All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius. And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this fast. As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey. The good news was I had successfully found my way home. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- READ BELOW ! Just in case you weren't feeling too old today. The people who are starting college this fall were born in 1991. They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up. Their lifetime has always included AIDS. The CD was introduced two years before they were born. They have always had an answering machine. They have always had cable. Popcorn has always been microwaved. They never took a swim and thought about Jaws. They don't know who Mork was or where he was from. They never heard: 'Where's the Beef?', 'I'd walk a mile for a Camel ', or 'de plane Boss, de plane'. McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers. They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter. Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list. Notice the larger type? That's for those of us who have trouble reading. P.S. Save the earth.. It's the only planet with chocolate.

He said he was a Kiwi, i think, Zipper! I am not quite sure how to put proportion to this, but I think it is like Texas and Michigan, with water in between, and you are on the WRONG side!

Good on you! And welcome!

Looks good! For a tenner, you can replace all the rusty screws and such! Go over it all and lube everything up! Just takes a bit!

Try maybe 2% oil at the most for normal use!

Aye, but since the beutification process has occured, muff is as clean as Big John's chin!

Careful not to toutch the rimtape as you may dislodge it on a tire change. Leaks follow!

The bottom tube on the bowl IS the bowl overflow btw, so for whichever reason it is overflowing.

I never give them a chance to get Hot, wtf?

Well, unless you have been playing submarine it would most likely be due to coolant entry into the gearbox area via leaky waterpump seals and shaft. Ck to cee if you have coolant loss as well, which would verify that theory. Where are you located?

So how's the clutch?

A record snow made for a damned good excuse for many today. Electricity was off till late morn, and noone could function due to their inept reliance upon damn computers! Made a good holiday for many, though! Few and far between in these parts!

A husband and wife were sitting watching a TV program about psychology that was explaining the phenomenon of mixed emotions.The husband turned to his wife and said, "Honey, that's a load of boll0x, I bet you cant tell me anything that will make me both happy and sad at the same time". She said: Out of all your friends, you have the biggest kn0b. Bought Mine a New bag and belt?Vaccum cleaner is now working a treat? Beer up nostrils!

You can do a bit of blending if you like, but I have never known anyone that could tell any difference in 4 vs 5 wt. Seems everyone just uses 5 wt, unless some heavier rider may want something with more vis like 7.5 or 10!

So the wifey and her lover is it?

Well at least that is the report! 7-9 inches of snow today in N. Texas! Another global warming incident!

The mont 315's and the Scorps/ Yam are easy riders with a bit more guts than a 200, all good!

RL, get a 2.5, should be fun! Ishy did his best riding ever on one! Besides that, I want one!

Then try to fit a queen size air matress in it to sleep 3! Plus gear! Even with a V-nose, three bikes in plus gear will be a challenge!

Don't do bling? Then why for? Do the stockers not function any longer? Is there suddenly something wrong with your brake as well?

It should not! Maybe just re-fit it if it seems ok. Lube -er up good an run over the edges with the finger to be sure they are fully in the groove!

Ummmmm, To be honest, I do not think you will be happy with your outcome. You will be better off with the 3 bike open trailer and the room with hot showers and a maid! A lot easier to take through the carwash when you are done as well! If it were just you, you could survive, but not with the troop! Add to that, you are still punching a 5x6 hole through the air in the trailer, the aerodynamics will still kill you a lot worse than the open. There is little virtue in the V-nose other than space. The hole in the air that thing punches creates a vacume behind it at hiway speed that will suck you dry!

Oh my god, I am sure the wifey will willfully take a tenner for these at the garage sale when you croak! I know better than to ask, but you got any good shoes size 10?