Murgatroy

Regardless of how much money they have it is more interesting that most of the other reality crap on TV.   I have more respect for someone who is wealthy and roughs it than someone who is poor and goes over their head in debt to act wealthy.   One of those is sustainable.

That is funny.

If it makes you feel better, I didn't see any 1000ct Winchester bricks.

Cabelas physical location up here in Louisville had 100+ bricks the other day.

Yeah, that is fake. The Duffel blog is all satire.

UV=Blacklight.   Lot of us are more familiar with the idea of a Blacklight.

This is just anther reason why I don't believe in warning shots.

I used to buy the Winchester bricks labeled Cowboy at Academy, I have run five or six bricks of it and I think I have had less than five duds.

I would buy some of that.   I am happy to see ammo again.

I was in Cabela's today in Louisville KY.   The shelves were stocked. Fully stocked.   Even, wait for it...   .22LR.   Buying restrictions were still in place. But they had 100+ bricks of Remington $24/525 Golden Bullet and Winchester $30/500 in the wooden box. Plenty of CCI Minimag $9/100 and several other flavors.   Brass cased PMC .223, $10/20. Brass cased PMC FMJ 9x19mm $20/50.   Plenty of Modern Sporting Rifles, even on the used rack.   It was nice.

Well the camera man sure as hell can't stay in his lane.   I have been running the Tail of the Dragon and Robbinsville Road (Cherohala Skyway) since back in the early 90's. In that time they have become renowned the world over. Bringing with them some of the stupidest machine operators, regardless of wheels, I have ever seen.   I have been hosting a rally up there for over ten years, and I have absolutely zero tolerance for anyone that goes up there without the proper level of respect.   In short, that road can and will kill you. It is not forgiving. It will eat you up and spit out the remains and never flinch.    I have seen way to many stupid folks go out there and think they have something to prove and not come back.

Wikipedia verifies it.   That is an interesting fact.

But they have helmets one, they can't get hurt?!

Glad you found what you wanted.   Last car I bought I negotiated for over four hours.   We were all relieved when a deal was reached.

I rent a cabin for a week in the spring.    I reserve it nearly a year out.

I am paying attention to the little gauge on my dash that tells me when to change my oil.   I have always been a "check the oil, it is dirty? Then change it guy." That is normally 5,000 miles.   My Mustang came with so much confusing literature. The owner's manual says 10,000. The dealership gave me a piece of paper saying 7,500 and then they gave me a booklet to keep track of maintenance, and it says 5,000.   My dash says that I have 25% oil life left. I have 7,500 miles on the car.   Bless my heart for taking advice from the Mustang Forums, but the consensus there is to follow the dash gauge.   I figure I will change the oil next month.

JG stuff is normally good to go.     Airsplat was my retailer of choice.     http://www.airsplat.com/Categories/ERP.htm   There is a good start.

Just kinda confused here, but are 'lot boys' thieves? Are they automatically less reputable than the salesman? Salesman can't be thieves?           That really rubbed me the wrong way. I am a mid level manager for a massive corporation. I have a degree, a nice corner office and tell lots and lots of folks what to do on a daily basis.    I also started out dead dick last on the totem pole throwing cases in the warehouse. Through a damned fine work ethic and integrity I moved up through the ranks to the point where eventually I sit in an office and tell several states what to do on a daily basis.   I didn't learn a lot from my father, but I did pick up two things from him in my life. One is an old Navy saying: One Aww Shit can Ruin a lot of Attaboys. The other was an anecdote about how a sailor missed a promotion. When he asked why he was skipped my father had to explain to him "I saw you in the galley the other day, you salted your food before you tasted it. How did you know it needed salt?"   Damn the man for all his life save for those two sayings.   Your entire first experience with the 'racist' dealer is now a moot point. That you flew off the handle over a rank and file employee and automatically assumed that you were somehow more at risk for him portrays you as rather arrogant and haughty. You may not be racist, but you plainly see equality differently than I do.   With that said, I hope I am wrong about you. 

What did it for us was when the salesman walked out to the lot with us, the first thing he did when we stepped out the door was stop and hock up a massive lougey.    My wife almost threw up.   The next one the salesman didn't listen to a word we said, kept trying to show us to higher market cars than we wanted and then asked for my keys for a trade in eval AFTER I had told him twice I wouldn't be using my current car as a trade in.

Great read.

I have spent a fair amount of time in the last year at car lots.   By Make, Ford has treated me best, by far.   I have straight up walked off of Toyota lots twice due to lack of respect and manners of the sales staff.    I won't buy Dodge or Chevy, so I have no opinion there.

How difficult is it to work the bolt?

I used to love Peanut Butter.   Then I tried Nutella...

On a related note, we got the letter today, she has been accepted to the Primary Talent Pool. Seems they don't have a gifted program until the 5th grade, but the Primary Talent Pool is the first step.

Today my daughter went on a field trip. They went to a big park near her school. While there they were broken into smaller groups to perform a scavenger hunt. Seems one of the items they needed to find was a dead animal. Now, I wonder, what kind of a list is this that has a dead animal as one of the things a group of First Graders must find.  However, my wife was more disturbed by my daughter's solution to the conundrum. See, they could find lots of living animals, but none that fit the criteria of dead. What is a girl to do? Why, find an animal, and make it fit the criteria. My wife is scared to sleep, she is convinced we are raising a sociopath. I was disappointed it was an ant. An ant is an insect, not an animal. I was however impressed with her cognitive reasoning.