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Post by lilbko on Sept 25, 2008 20:33:52 GMT -8
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Post by Old Coote on Sept 28, 2008 5:28:42 GMT -8
beautiful country, looks like shoes had fun hiking and such,
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Post by lilbko on Oct 30, 2008 11:47:58 GMT -8
Yeah I have been able to backpack in some great places and if shoes want shoes check out my Blog I set up ul-backpacker.blogspot.com/Also I lunch it out here in Bend
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Post by Wing Nut on Oct 31, 2008 9:13:44 GMT -8
shoes moved to bend?
man am i out of the loop.
looks like shoes had a blast! how's the back?
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Post by Wing Nut on Nov 20, 2008 11:43:45 GMT -8
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Post by lilbko on Dec 2, 2008 18:22:36 GMT -8
Yo Wing shoes been desinging rings ?
My back is doing better and if I have time I will make it out with a friend and his friends for some wheeling, if so I will post pic's
Check my blog link as I have done a few more trips
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Post by Scofflaw on Apr 8, 2009 19:49:37 GMT -8
I was almost killed yesterday. All that stopped me was justified paranoia and my old Fedex driver training. So this Red Jeep Liberty approaches from the left. I'm 2 seconds from the intersection, a nice stale green light beckoning me inward. She's not stopping. I slam on my brakes. Hard. This fucking car's too old. The brakes are a little too worn down, the technology's too outdated., Rear wheel locking brakes don't work in these situations. I was thinking. Please stop me. Please fucking stop me. This is no big deal. Just another dumbass. Let her fly by, in front of my car. I'll go home and catch up on my studying. Go to bed early. Not gonna happen. The impact spins my car sideways. She goes spinning East. I don't feel a goddamned thing, just mildly irritated. Not lying. "Well, the cops are gonna want to get this piece of shit out of the way, keep things moving," I thought. The son of a bitch is still running. I put it in gear and grind over to the side of the road in the bike lane. I turn the engine off. Find the hazard lights. They only work in the back; I have no more headlights. I glare over at the Liberty, who's meow facing the other way. I unbuckle, open the door and get out. Obviously a panicked scene. Right meow, my sympathetic nervous system is starting to fire on all fronts. All hands on deck. The gooey little epinephrine critters are flooding my synapses. But I'm not panicked. This isn't my first Rodeo. Well, the car, a Rodeo, WAS my first and probably last Rodeo, but this isn't my first panicked scene. A guy claiming to be an EMT starts helping the driver of the LIberty, who seems fine. I'm just standing there, knowing the police will come and sort this fine fucking mess out so i don't have to. "I called the police," some bald guy says. Next thing shoes know, he disappears. There goes a witness. Ambulances, fire engines, ice cream trucks, cop cars, a three ring circus and the Grand Floral Parade all converge on the scene, like usual. I give the bored cop my information, hoe goes to process it. I call my sister. They'll be here in a few minutes. I'm shaking. I do have a witness. That's good. I sit down in the grass. That was a doozy. If I hadn't slammed on my brakes, creating skid marks literally ten feet before the intersection, I would have been blood, guts and meat on the grille of an ugly ass Jeep Liberty. 26 years of life and that's all I get? LIfe is so ridiculous sometimes. The next day, I figured if I would have been snuffed out there and then, most likely 2 places would have awaited me: inky black nothingness, or Hell. I don't like the sound of those. There's a Bible on my bookshelf. i might look at it. I don't believe in that everything happens for a reason nonsense, but some things sure do give shoes fucking pause.
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Post by Wing Nut on Apr 9, 2009 7:23:42 GMT -8
glad shoes're ok... shoes need to stick around for a while....and finish that dan story with Chase and Woods in it... and that lame character Lazyrider... story would be a lot better with a Wing Nut in it shoes've got horrible luck with vehicles being totaled out. i know its been 5 years or so since the Cougar incident but sheesh!!! almost makes shoes not want to have anything nice. we're headed up there tonight for the Rat Pack show at Keller. we're going to dinner at macaroni's before that (couple blocks from the theater) call me if shoes'd like to join up! hope everything pans out. the last serious wreck i was in (that maroon cimarron), my lawyer said that my case was strong and next thing i know the dan insurance company settled with her! B ULLSHI T!
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