I will go first .....
No matter what you are going to work on and no matter how much you think you know about fixing it, you should always have a Haynes repair manual close at hand.
I hope this works!?!
How about a nice, clean, two stanza limerick. Got to be a rare item. When you read the first line don't start thinking of the country version.
There was a man from Nantucket
who kept all his cash in a bucket.
His daughter, named Nan,
ran away with a man,
and as for the bucket, Nantucket.
He followed 'em down to Pawtucket,
Nan, the man and the bucket.
He said to the man,
"You are welcome to Nan".
But as for the bucket, Pawtucket.
Too true but still funny!
Glad I ain't the only one that stays up all night. The boys with their "masks" and the man/woman control panel have got to be two of the funniest things I've see lately.
Whadd'ya mean I ain't period correct?
Actual note from a co-worker years ago.
My back porch.
Iíve spent the week on one panel of the 09 without complete success. You guys made me laugh for the first time in a couple of days, everyone very funny indeed.
I like this one
This is perfect for me and explains why I have to rely on this forum so much.
This is in the same vein as the one Duey posted:
Oh my gosh! You guys are fantastic! Thanks FJ! :-)
Alex, that is too darned funny!
Taken this morning in Goldfield, Nevada
The fortune cookie reminded me . . .
I've lost it, but I once got a fortune cookie in a Chinese restaurant that said "You will be hungry in one hour."
This is from the fortune cookie I opened a little after noon on Dec. 31st. I felt short-changed on that one!
And we all remember this one.
Hmmm. Misfortune cookies ?
Is MMO better from a can or a plastic container?
It all depends on whether you use a water pump, or not.
The sign on the whore house door, GIRLS ARE GONE SO BEAT IT!
Hot rod friend sent me this today!
The parts guy at work got a bumper sticker from a trucker today that said:
Stupid Should Hurt
How many pancakes does it take to shingle a dog house?? 13 because ice cream has no bones! Being in Amish country thursday,i really like FG's Amish road rage!!!!!!! Bud in Wheeler,Mi.
Your headed to shipshee Bud?
Dallas,i'm sure we will but it will be later in the year.I guess i would really like to see you and that great TT.We might try for the OCF this year but who knows?? Bud.
Bud, I look forward to both but I really hope you can make the OCF. Bring that young driver with you. I want to take the TT but I hear factory pickups are featured this year. May have to take both?
"Bring that young driver with you"? I didn't know Bud's Missus drove the T????
She drives her model A but i will not let her drive the 14 because of no self commencer!! The steering on early T's is very quick also!That young driver is at Mich Tech in Houghton and verybusey.Bud.
Taken a few years ago on a two lane by Watkins Glen, NY
Jim, my brother and I raced a 47 and 48 chevys like that when kids were kids. Neither car moved an inch but we raced each other and had cops chasing robbers right there in our back yard.
Dallas, us kids did the same thing in Dad's Model A coupe that was left in the back yard after he swapped out the engine to put in the sedan that he drove on his Rural Mail Route in the early 50's. Me and all of the neighbor kids "drove" that coupe all over the country. Looking back, both it and the sedan were in very nice shape then, even the interiors were in decent shape. We didn't even get any pictures of them back then, heck, they were just old cars. Even back then, I had an interest in those "old" cars, but most all of my friends didn't see what I did. Dave
John your post will likely become my brothers B-day card he thinks the only dog in the world is a Rottie
Good one Mr G R Cheshire!
The Final Log In Attempt
I thought that was so funny,i asked the wife to do the same for me! Bud in Wheeler,Mi.
Some days you just want to say ....
Wish I could put up this picture,it on my cellar door,a little kitty with his left arm over the fence with a squinted eye says, yes I have my faults,being wrong is not one of them. this trip has been neat. thank you.
Here's a couple....
Here it is....
a smile for everyone
There once was a girl from St' Paul
Who wore a newspaper dress to a ball
the dress caught on fire . . . and burned her entire . . . .
front page . . . sports section . . . . and all
Most of the newer cars have back-up-sensors that warn the driver before the rear bumper actually comes in contact with something.
Most people probably think that this valuable feature came out of the minds of engineers but it was recently disclosed that it was a concept developed by a Chinese farmer.
His invention was simple yet effective. Scroll down to see a photo of the prototype back-up-sensor being demonstrated. It emits a high pitched squeal when the vehicle backs into something.
And now EMISSIONS CONTROL has hit the logging camps
This may be considered dark humor but it is one of my personal favorites. And I think it's funny as HE double toothpicks.
This is from the AACA E-newsletter.
My Birthday Present
By J. Michael Hemsley, Chattanooga, TN, firstname.lastname@example.org
Soon after my return from Vietnam in 1969, I bought a 1956 Lotus 11LM from Evel Knievel's father, Bob Knievel. The car was in Butte, Montana; I was teaching ROTC at Eastern Washington State College in Cheney, Washington, so it meant an all day road trip. Two cadets and the son of another instructor came with me across northern Idaho and over the mountains to Butte.
As we descended the Continental Divide, we saw how treacherous Montana in late November could be - a VW Beetle was down a slope on its side. When we saw the first head pop out of the window, we came to a careful stop, rescued two women and four kids from the VW, and put it on its wheels again. We left them at a gas station and had a good feeling about being able to help. Amazingly, we saw them again as we headed west that evening - all the VW needed was a tow up the slope, and they were on their way again.
Arriving in Butte, we had to wonder how Bob Knievel survived selling used foreign cars and new Siata Springs in such a decaying town. We quickly found his showroom, and Bob led us to the Lotus. It started up immediately, and we were completely seduced by its beauty. The price was $900, and I handed it over without any negotiation. The car was quickly loaded, and we were underway by late afternoon.
At a stop at Porkchop John's for sandwiches, my three companions realized that we'd have to stop for gas somewhere in rural west Montana and that whoever was pumping gas would probably ask what kind of car was on the trailer. For the next few hours, a new marque and model emerged. The Lotus, competition number 426, became a 426cc Babushka-engined Zeiss Icon Skoda.
When we stopped, I asked to have the car filled and opened the hood to check the oil. As anticipated, the attendant, a wizened looking old cowboy, asked "What kind of car is that, sonny?" It was Dean who got to him first and announced the well-practiced, "It's a 426cc Babushka-engined Zeiss Icon Skoda." There was a pause, and I could imagine the cowboy looking at the Lotus. Then he said, "Hmmm, looks like a Lotus to me."
Dean didn't say much during the rest of the trip and looked just a little annoyed when one of us would say, "Hmmm, looks like a Lotus to me."