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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Soft drinks, coffee, tea, and wine are all offered at my saloonish salon. No Gummi Lifesaver shots, no pool table. The owner is the prima dona. Some sort of special deal to get him as your stylist. Since I started going there three years ago ... I'm on my fourth stylist. Simonè introduced me to her when I left the shop last time.

Maybe only the biggest tippers have access to la prima dona.
 
Maybe only the biggest tippers have access to la prima dona.

Going to say "le prima dona", but yeah. Way more comfortable in his saloon than at your Union 76-grade barber shop. His place is a bit more upscale than a Fudrucker's ... more like visiting a chic restaurant but not a 3 star Michelin's joint. There is a day spa down the street, but what I can really use is a deep tissue massage.
 
Going to say "le prima dona", but yeah. Way more comfortable in his saloon than at your Union 76-grade barber shop. His place is a bit more upscale than a Fudrucker's ... more like visiting a chic restaurant but not a 3 star Michelin's joint. There is a day spa down the street, but what I can really use is a deep tissue massage.
Hey! No squeezing the Charmin.
 
No test, there’s enough of that in life. Friday is a day where you’re supposed to go and play with your friends.
Like, eating at Anatolia Cafe! :thumbsup: Anatolia Cafe

I know but this one was blonde, maybe it was one of those 6 rare models made in blonde? :laugh: The knobs were on top of the amp too at the back, recessed a little bit. Oh well, I'll never know.
Can I have the redhead?
Almost bought a new Civic in '75. Available in red, orange, and yellow with hounds tooth interior. About 2800 as I recall. Couldn't afford it. After a series of used vehicles most of them needing attention, we bought our first new car in '88, an Accord LXi. We've had Hondas ever since - four Accords, two Preludes, and an Acura RSX. The '88 and the '03 Accords had well over 100K when we traded. We gave the '98 to my wife's parents and bought the '03. The '13 we have now has about 63K. We needed two cars for a few years. The Preludes and the RSX took care of that need and the unbridled avarice in our souls. Oh, yeah, they were fun, too!
I've been driving Hondas since 1976 when my father bought a '75 Civic in white with a 5-speed gearbox (that's when I learned to drive a stick). Since then, the above mentioned '79 Accord hatchback, '84 Accord, '91 Civic DX Hatchback, '01 CR-V LX, '09 Fit Sport, all with the required 5-speed gearbox.
 
Like, eating at Anatolia Cafe! :thumbsup: Anatolia Cafe


Can I have the redhead?
I've been driving Hondas since 1976 when my father bought a '75 Civic in white with a 5-speed gearbox (that's when I learned to drive a stick). Since then, the above mentioned '79 Accord hatchback, '84 Accord, '91 Civic DX Hatchback, '01 CR-V LX, '09 Fit Sport, all with the required 5-speed gearbox.
Yeah. Due to driving 8, 9, 10, and 13 speed gearboxes all week for 23 years, it's an automatic for me.
 
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About the massage...I kinda crave that myself where the muhsoose's body weight and elbows are used to loosen things up. Lower back especially. :thumbsup:
I wasn't quite sure what to expect the first time I got a massage. What I didn't expect was to have the 90 lb. masseuse exert about 300 lb. of pressure, or so it seemed, beside my shoulder blade.
 
Going to say "le prima dona", but yeah. Way more comfortable in his saloon than at your Union 76-grade barber shop. His place is a bit more upscale than a Fudrucker's ... more like visiting a chic restaurant but not a 3 star Michelin's joint. There is a day spa down the street, but what I can really use is a deep tissue massage.


Hey! New avatar pic with the new toy! I likey.
 
Took the Corvette in for service this morning - oil change, wheel balance and alignment, state inspection. Waiting on the shuttle to pick me up.

Worked on the Dynado speaker grills - finally! All pieces cut and fitted. Tacked or clamped pieces together so I only had to make one cut for two grills. Turned out better than expected - very little cursing today! Assembly tomorrow. Tools used: miter saw, scroll saw, jig saw, hammer, combination square, pencil, cake pan to trace cutout for woofer, something else round for tweeter cutout. Paper towel sub'ing for grill cloth.

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I wasn't quite sure what to expect the first time I got a massage. What I didn't expect was to have the 90 lb. masseuse exert about 300 lb. of pressure, or so it seemed, beside my shoulder blade.

One of the things I actually trained in is like this, only worse. Up front disclosure — just because I know how doesn't mean I practice it. Hold that thought.

The procedure is called myofascial release. You know that thick, translucent membrane you find when you cut raw chicken? That's the fascia. We all have it, and it runs through every muscle in the body. cluck cluck What happens over time is the fascia becomes less and less pliable, and more and more like jerky. Myofascial release is direct pressure to the fascia. The "release" part is when, after sustained and steady pressure, the tension the fascia holds is, well, released.

What MFR practitioners find, as do patients, is the moment of release is frequently paired with a spontaneous memory of forgotten pain. If at 6 you fell off your bike, your body remembers because the fascia holds the moment. Since that's firmly in the woo-woo camp, what MFR practitioners actually talk about is how the procedure addresses chronic pain.

The MFR practitioner who first worked on me did her work on my solar plexus. She went straight for the way I breathe, no fooling around, and the effect was profound. It's here

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on Achill where we talk about what a world would be like where people are free to live their lives without all the trauma they've dragged along over the years. That's pretty well where we left it.

So yes, I know how, and I don't do it, nor do I hold any wish to. I know you all know what I think is more fun. Because performing MFR is not fun to me.
 
Yeah. Due to driving 8, 9, 10, and 13 speed gearboxes all week for 23 years, it's an automatic for me.
The only thing with more gears I have "driven" is my Raleigh Super Course TT.
About the massage...I kinda crave that myself where the muhsoose's body weight and elbows are used to loosen things up. Lower back especially. :thumbsup:
Sign me up!

Just what I need to spike my hunger a couple of hours leading into pizza Friday.
Glad to have helped. :D

We did pizza Wednesday, from Marotta's. :)

Marotta's – Rustic Italian Food & Libations in Cleveland Heights
By cracky, did you misplace your spectacles?

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Hey, where's the rest of the video? ;)
 
The only thing with more gears I have "driven" is my Raleigh Super Course TT.
Sign me up!


Glad to have helped. :D

We did pizza Wednesday, from Marotta's. :)

Marotta's – Rustic Italian Food & Libations in Cleveland Heights
Hey, where's the rest of the video? ;)

Bearing in mind it's a homework assignment and not some opus minor, I'm not horribly embarrassed. Came this || close to posting the video, but if you look for me by my full name on the 'Tube it'll take you to my "channel". Strangely there's one other person by that name, which I'm filing under "did not know".
 
The only thing with more gears I have "driven" is my Raleigh Super Course TT.

If memory serves I paid for my Music Man Stingray in great part with my 72 Raleigh International. It was the green one. The bike became a bass. Hard to say which is worth more today.
 
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