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Stoner/Doom Bassists 55: Speaker whore anonymous

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swspiers said:
Yeahy. When I evenutally get a new bass, it will be a fretless with flats, and plan on going back to Circle K's on my six. I feel like I should have choices.

Why you going back to rounds after all this time?
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Well the EGC is strung with the largest set they have (a .105 E) which is not doing very well tuned to C, probably because the bass doesn't have a truss rod to make up for the less-than-ideal tension that has worked on all my other normal basses.

Decided that rounds would probably fit the tonal goals I'm shooting for better with the EGC, and wanted a much bigger E string.
 
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So, over the weekend mt 3 friends and I drove our 1995 Ford Probe GT to a 22nd place finish out of 68 teams in the 24 Hours of Lemons race in Michigan. I got a black flag for going onto a turn too hot and burying our car into a tire wall.

Still 22nd isn't bad for our second race as a team, and we had a riot of a time. Damn cold at night though.
 
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Kawai-chang said:
So, over the weekend mt 3 friends and I drove our 1995 Ford Probe GT to a 22nd place finish out of 68 teams in the 24 Hours of Lemons race in Michigan. I got a black flag for going onto a turn too hot and burying our car into a tire wall.

Still 22nd isn't bad for our second race as a team, and we had a riot of a time. Damn cold at night though.
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Ya Big Motorhead, that's cool. I love watching the bikes on the Dakar and the Baja 1000 endurance rallies!!!
 
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Kawai-chang said:
So, over the weekend mt 3 friends and I drove our 1995 Ford Probe GT to a 22nd place finish out of 68 teams in the 24 Hours of Lemons race in Michigan. I got a black flag for going onto a turn too hot and burying our car into a tire wall.

Still 22nd isn't bad for our second race as a team, and we had a riot of a time. Damn cold at night though.
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Here's your racing song Kawai, I used to play this when the motorheads I worked with at the Deisel garage were tinkering with their cars and drag racers, while they cracked up, lol
Daddy's Cup byt Drive By Truckers
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Lyrics
Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand
I was my Mama's little angel and my Daddy's second chance
He went end over end the first year he went pro
Lost part of his eyesight and he couldn't race no more

But he never lost his touch when he got underneath the hood
He knew how to make them run and he knew one day he would
See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup
Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood

He would put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel
He'd say "What do you think about that son? How does she feel?
You just wait till them little legs get long enough to reach the gas
Once you put her on the floor one time there ain't no turning back"

Every Saturday, he'd take me out to the garage
He'd take an empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts
He's sit me down and pour em out in front of me on the floor
I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for

We'd jump into the car and go down to the race that night
He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right
He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve
#3 might have the car but 43 has got the nerve

Before I turned 18 Daddy said "Now pretty soon
You'll be old enough to drive but I'll leave it up to you
I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know
You gotta have a car to do it and you gotta work and buy your own"

The first one I bought was a Mustang #2
Nobody kept'em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes
They started showing up at every used car lot in town
A V-8 on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down

Me and Daddy and my uncle took her home and tore her down
Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out
Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor
Knocked out all the glass and welded up the doors

The first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame
I started out way in the back and came back about the same
I pulled her in the pit, couldn't look my Daddy in the eye
He said "If you quit now son, it's gonna haunt you all your life"

It ain't about the money or even being #1
You gotta know when it's all over you did the best you could've done
Knowing that it's in you and you never let it out
Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you'll ever have

Since then I've wrecked a bunch of cars and I've broke a bunch of bones
It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to race my own
I'd shove em in the wall and I'd hit em from behind
I'd let them know that I was there, I'd let them know that track was mine

It's been several years now since my Daddy passed away
But his picture's on my dash every time I go to race
I lost more than I won but I ain't gonna give up
Till they put me in the ground or Daddy's name's on that cup
 
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