I’m somehow reminded of Mary Poppins and how the Banker’s ancient father died laughing at that stupid joke about the wooden leg, and all the bankers were out celebrating his happiness by flying kites.
I think that dying in laughter would be a GREAT way to go! That’s the way I wanna go… If I enjoyed flying kites more, I suppose that wouldn’t be a bad way to go either.
Unrelated, but Randie’s bad luck had me worried. We were given five passes for a short flight on a b17 Flying Fortress, a four-engine bomber built in 1945. It gave me some hesitation to get on a 71 year old aircraft on Friday 13th, after the night of a full moon!
I’ve been in this situation before. I had a bug that was “touchy”… But I decided I needed a newer car that was more reliable. The Pulsar was NOT that car. Ultra-Lemon. I got caught up in the slick “sporty” t-top-ness of it. But I’m sure that Ryan would do more research and consumer reporting than I did… lesson learned.
I guess all these kinds of things are just life’s way of helping you build a repertoire of stories to tell your nephews, nieces, kids and grandkids. Ya’ know, those stories that begin with, “When _I_ was younger…”
I’m somehow reminded of Mary Poppins and how the Banker’s ancient father died laughing at that stupid joke about the wooden leg, and all the bankers were out celebrating his happiness by flying kites.
I think that dying in laughter would be a GREAT way to go! That’s the way I wanna go… If I enjoyed flying kites more, I suppose that wouldn’t be a bad way to go either.
Unrelated, but Randie’s bad luck had me worried. We were given five passes for a short flight on a b17 Flying Fortress, a four-engine bomber built in 1945. It gave me some hesitation to get on a 71 year old aircraft on Friday 13th, after the night of a full moon!
A new car (even a new used car) that doesn’t break down regularly would be a good investment—and save you a lot of money in the long run.
I’ve been in this situation before. I had a bug that was “touchy”… But I decided I needed a newer car that was more reliable. The Pulsar was NOT that car. Ultra-Lemon. I got caught up in the slick “sporty” t-top-ness of it. But I’m sure that Ryan would do more research and consumer reporting than I did… lesson learned.
Well, I suppose compared to Spill’s Uncle, it’s not THAT bad…
Right… by comparison, everything’s just fine!
I guess all these kinds of things are just life’s way of helping you build a repertoire of stories to tell your nephews, nieces, kids and grandkids. Ya’ know, those stories that begin with, “When _I_ was younger…”
Time for some more Car CPR!