Mornin, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE GENERAL!!! I know where he is today. Happy Birthday, General Joe Tin, 50 and counting.. (cough, gag.) Many more to come General. Start packing for Florida. We'll leave early, take that trip down the Pan Am Highway we were talking about. Heading up Eck's Friday, stop down and the day is on me... Joe is one of the finest men, and one of the best friends anybody could ever have. It is a privilege to call him my friend.. Love Ya, General..
Talking about the Pan Am Highway, as you all know, I am confined to this Ville, but I was a world traveler for many years, yeah like I am going to stop now. I am sure you all have some travel stories, how about some famous Highways and Byways that you have traveled, during your life times. I have quite a few and some good stories too go along with those travels..
Hey Mere stayed facing the other way all night. I stayed awake staring at him.. He woke up this morning and said Hattoona Matada and ran out to be with his buddies. They were having Kegs and Eggs this morning. The goat was in his glory, they will be drunk by 10 O'Clock. Nothing like getting started early. Let's get traveling.
I was in a mustang convertible one Tara Cairnes driving, one Joey Keebler sitting shotgun, me in the back. Cruising along the Pacific Coast Highway.. I had a few cool beverages in me, and was just enjoying the scenery, when Tara yells look at the whales.. I ain't never seen a whale up close and personal. Right down below us on this pullover is these spouts shooting thirty feet in the air. I am out on the highway waving people in, look at the whales, look at the whales!!! People are pulling over and running to the top of the cliff. I go running over, and Tara and Joey are heading for the car. She says hurry up get in the car, they are rocks. The three of us made off like bandits. All these people were still standing there snapping pictures and pointing at a bunch of rocks.. Whale Ho!! I'm yelling as we pull away.. We all left that trip with a little whale that Tara bought us. Still have it. That was a whale of a tale. I ain't doing the rest of that song right now.. Bring some famous roads and stories with them. I'll be back..
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Hey must be riding alone today. Nah! Somebody dropped in. Rt. 66 where are you. Haven't traversed the whole highway yet, but I will. I was at Santa Anita Race Track (what a place) in the year of Our Lord 2001. The first time I walked into the track I saw a sign that said end of Rt. 66 Arcadia Calif. I asked the Chicken how long we were on Route 66. He said we flew here.. Right sorry, Chicken
Well why I am flying solo, how about the trip Lindbergh took across the Atlantic. Pretty cool, I think he had some pussy with him..
It's a long and winding road,
the yellow brick road,
road to nowhere
highway to hell (been on many of these)
teen years back Manor Road, ah how sweet the memories
Route 1 between Phila and Baltimore, traveled many times over the years to see our beloved relatives
roads to the Jersey Shore, White Horse Pike, Black Horse Pike, Routes 30, 130, 70, 72, 73 traveled too many times to count to fun in the sun,
the good old Surekill (Schuylkill) Expressway,
the Blue Route,
PA & NJ turnpikes,
I could go on and on but that's enough for now. Where is everybody? Hot, hot, hot in the city again, storms they are abrewing all over the roads.
Boy I have nothing again. No intereting stories that I remember, maybe a couple I did remember but can't print them. I usually took the "Road Less Traveled" Well maybe one: I used to go to a strip bar after work in my white uniform and shoot pool until they all the balls looked the same. I had a nick name of Ice Cream, given to me by the Pagans, that is who ran the bar. Nice guys once you got to know them. So I am at the bar doing shots of Wild Turkey and Schmidts and asked this Pagan, Gypsy was his name, how do you drive that Harley smashed on Wild Turkey? He said follow me. That fucker put me on the back of his bike and hit the 309 expressway going faster than the speed of sound, I thought. No helmets just the wind in our face. Pulled back to the bar, sober and scarred shitless. That is how I do it he said. Its the wind............
Back at the bar started Peppermint Schnapps for the stomach......
It was fun now........
Jimmy Mc. I think I know those guys. Great book. "Blue Highways." by William Least Heat Moon. Great Read.
I gotta split the Ville somebody please do Taps and Maybe a Post. Plain, Plain, are you on that long dark highway again, lookin for the mountains and the sky. Sure ain't nothin hear gonna bind you and I'm sure you got some friends you'd like to see again. One of these days you should settle when I do I won't be travellin around, going down that long lonesome highway, going my way.... Something of that nature. Gotta dust kegs and eggs to Weiners and wine.....VROOOMMMMMMM!!!
Traveled across the United Statesbeen back and forth up and down.Alaska was the most beautiful place I ever saw but wont go back.Sailed across the pacfic and been to Okinawa.Been to the Islands and going to many more God Speed.I enjoy taking the road less travled and marching to the beat of the different drummer would like on Day to drive across Route 66 just for the Hell of it.
I rember way back when the Kids were lil I used to take the kids on Saturady morning to give the wife a break and we would just drive all over the place. One Saturday I was sick as a dog and the wife took them for a ride. When they got home My oldest came running in to tell me all about it . I said how was your ride? And he told me it was good Dad and we didnt see one rotten no Good fucking Bastard!!!!!!!!
Come on mannnnnnnnnn I was kidding!!!!!!
They saw three smirks and walks away
From the mouth of babes..........OL
Plain I agree - traveling on Route 66 would be a blast.
Simple, be prepared when you get back to the ville. I can't believe you left the menagerie on their own again so soon after the weekend fiasco.
Too early for taps so I'll leave it to Plain or J. McC to take care of that. Good night all, sleep well!
Taps..........Set conditon Yoke.
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