Pondered what macho bullshit post I could put up on OldMiniBikes to make everyone think I was "special." Came up with NOTHING!
Ended up smashing old beer cans, so my wife could take the trash out for the Garbage People. (They are a better band than the Village People) I keep thinking I should recycle beer cans. I have a two gallon pickle jar full of pull tabs, because I heard Ronald McDonald, or some Yute Soccer team would trade them for beer.
Later on, I'll go outside and mean mug the snow birds, hoping they'll go back to whatever shitty place they must live in during the rest of the year, so I can go back to doing drunken burnouts in my Dodge, and endless loud carburetor tuning on my shitty mini bikes, without them "TSK-TSKING" me as I go by.
Except the Canadians, they are cool and totally "get" what I am about. (Are all of them from the same family? Seems they're all named "Hoser") "Hi, I'm Dave Hoser, and I own a Barley farm in Alberta eh? Suckers have some cash I tell ya. I can keep up with the Jones. The Hosers? Hell no.
All good though, because they're the only ones in a 300 mile radius who know that Dodge made something besides mini vans. Everyone else is predictably boring Chevy- usually sitting in a Ford Chassis.