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Thunderbird Club
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That was its one trick.
TBH, not my bag, but it's well done.
And is actually a bumper, not a decoration.
We kept my mother-in-law's '09 Buick LeCrosse after she passed because it was paid for, garage kept, low miles and never had anything wrong with it. It is one of the most ugly, or boring cars I've seen (and it's a boring grey to boot). Buick....Which used to ooze style. Our Chrysler Town and Country Limited is more stylish than the Buick. I drive a '08 GMC Acadia my dad bought new and will not get rid of that. Looks good (to me), very comfortable, rides great and has been very dependable.
My cousin had one of these monsters in the same color. Even this beast looks over the top stylish compared to modern most offerings. Even the back bumper looks good and thought out.
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Who’s the shaging influencer now….
Taken from Ringo Starr’s Facebook page…
Taken from Ringo Starr’s Facebook page…
One just never knows what’s next! Playing along with Pandora in random mode and this comes up…
I didn’t get 10 seconds into it before I was LMAO and couldn’t even concentrate on playing the song. A total train wreck on my part and an un-natural disaster on theirs.
Oops! A dollar late and a day short-as usual.
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Cool, but as an ex-18 wheeler, it gots to be a truck.A gig-mobile that can carry all your stuff, is stylish, and can perform reasonably well? Look no further!
In my deep dive hippie days, I heard a lot of Zappa from friends. I tuned a lot of it out. But there were a handful of songs I really liked. I liked the original version of this, but I loved the Steve Vai/Joe Sartriani/Eric Johnson G3 version. That CD is close to worn out, especially that track (car players can be a bit rough on things given the roads here).
Does your sister even play a Thunderbird? Nuff said.
Rough translation…
I stretch elastic!
It’s a pity, but I’m not sure what elastic has to do with Angel’s situation.
All kidding aside, for the parents out there (myself included) be mindful what you say and do to your children, words and actions have consequences that can last a lifetime.
One of my joys in life is helping people process out of those consequences. But I hate that it needs doing.
I didn't have a bass at the time, but I may have mentioned this before (no pics). I had a Yamaha XS650 twin with a sissy bar and luggage rack. I'd wrap up my guitar and bungee it to the sissy bar. My amp (usually a small practice amp but occasionally a Lab L5 which was a big beast) was strapped to the luggage rack and back of the bar. If it was wet I wrapped that in a plastic table cloth, The bike handled like a drunken pig with that amp on board.[1] But I drove to rehearsals and gigs through Atlanta traffic that way on multiple occasions, the farthest probably being 25-30 miles each way.
[1] And was way too easy to wheelie. I could have easily flipped over backwards if I didn't know how to handle the bike. That weight was waaaay back.
I know you're not looking for sympathy, but I am so sorry this snot happened to you. Some people aren't cut out to be parents. It's often not even their fault; they got screwed up by others, too. We're glad you're here!
Youth pastor[1], and dad to whoever needs one.
[1] Completely informally the past decade, as I got fed up with the restrictions of most churches.
I was asking just because my oldest is a forensic psychologist and board certified clinical psychologist. Government really screwed up in the 70s when they decided mental healthcare was an infringement on civil liberties and dismantled the system.
If you’re trying to influence me to post pictures of my bare feet it ain’t working.
Probably the weirdest.
I once had to carry a housemate somewhere on my bike. He'd never been on a motorcycle because they terrified him. He had a really difficult time with the whole concept of leaning with the bike and me; he instinctively insisted on trying to stay perpendicular to the ground. I finally stopped and told him if he didn't hug me for dear life and go with the flow he'd have to walk the last couple of miles. It took him a minute to decide, but he finally hugged me, closed his eyes, and buried his face in my neck. We made it alive. I almost kissed the ground. We found him another ride home.
