longtooth

They'll wait us out then crack some knuckles. We gotta die sometime.

A scholarly friend of mine once described it as the world's only carpeted fuel tank. This hasn't stopped her from driving as far as Yosemite. (packing scientifically for the trip and FedEx-ing stuff to our destination) The color: Far From Mellow-Yellow and the turbo pulls nicely at higher elevations. Even in monsoon-like rain conditions the top and window seals remained leak-free. Excitement.

Firehawk. Why not? (with the Smokey & the Bandit package from SLP please)

Yeah, I think you nailed it. The things we chase in our youth can become encumbrances later in life. My Mother would always tell me this as well: "Everything in moderation". I've lived long enough to see the wisdom in what she taught to me.

You have a lack of exclusivity trying to shoe-horn yourself in there. Jersey's more open with myriad access points. Nazi's are a European phenomena and I would think given your previous postings you'd be fond of contacting their ilk. Right now it is about one and a half hours before high tide. Gloriously sunny with a NW wind spiking to 25 knots or so. Looking down-beach twenty minutes ago there was a sole fisherman (walk on) about 300 yards away. I'll put the binoculars on him at high tide to see if anything's running. Birds were working the surf-line at sunrise (I'm finding that is the norm) then they mooch tidbits from beach-walkers for the rest of the day. The sand warms nicely under bare feet on the beach. (when there's lightwind) I wouldn't want Senator Corker here in Jersey. (just to keep my comments somewhat thread-relevant)

So cost is the issue. I've seldom allowed that to stand between myself and where I'd like to be. (when I was able to afford it that is) I would argue that having fees come with access, like driving on the beach at Island Beach State Park is a good idea. Even at the height of Summer it is never elbow-to-elbow as in VA, DE, NC and SC.

And I don't. I like the Chesapeake Bay too.

Very much so. Turnpikes and Interstates with concrete canyons (struggling to improve & survive) and former coal-towns at their terminus. The lush greenery in between. Home in other words. I used to enjoy being positioned in it's middle as I love going fishing in the mountains of North Central Pennsylvania and at the Jersey shore. The frantic pace of it during the Summer months.

I'd love to believe it but this is one time I'll not indulge my tendency to knee-jerk to a conclusion. I'm going to check into this later. Just to see.

True. I have exclusive recollections of both my Mom and Dad. Dad is living. Mom died nearly 10 months ago. She told me of the old-time radio programs she would listen to as a girl. Now I hear some of the very same programs on XM radio and I feel a closeness to her in hearing what she heard 70 years ago. My parents were born in the mid-1930s Their elders held me in thrall as I was fortunate to grow up in their midst. I recall much of what they told me, showed me. But as their voices were silenced by time I came to regret my juvenile lapses in attention. I took them for granted. And there are times when I'm consumed with guilt and regret. Human nature.

Generally being 'doomed' to repeat it. Witness what some would call The Great Depression II. Did anyone at all listen to their Grand Parents or Great Grand Parents?

I can't see Jason Statham (The Transporter series) performing his parking garage heroics in one of these structures. For better or for worse I'd like to know where it was fabricated and the circumstances surrounding it's assembly. And what grade of fasteners were used and where they originated.

The 'Coastal Media' fancy themselves as opinion-shapers and given the feckless and vapid stock of cattle to which they preach it isn't any wonder that discernment should be left out of the equation. Best way to lead these f*cks is by example.

I agree wholeheartedly with your last example. Fell victim to that one once or twice. Then Mom would say: "Don't volunteer information!!!! (with more exclamation points in her tone. Live n' learn.

Not to thump my chest proudly, I would say that I agree with you, acknowledge that I have learned and I committed to continue to do so. My Mother would counsel me: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"* * except on the C&G boards in reference to pseudo-European *****

Or gratuitously ingratiating. Or grating just for the sake of being contrary. Hoping I've learned to tone-down some of the drivel I've posted here. Or rather not to 'say' anything at all.

No 'Camino you lack the coquettishly piquant nature of the self-absorbed PCS.

Bought a G8 GXP (red) and my brother's taking delivery of the Camaro which I had ordered over one month ago and'll likely see it sometime in early October . Dad is breaking-in his 'Hoe LTZ and is still learning how to operate all of the bells & whistles. He loves the remote start and the heated seats.

Seems animals are as confused as people. Even bulls are pickle kissing sh*t dicks? I'll never look at my steak the same way 'boi. So, how 'bout that tree?

Seriously, which species, 'boi?

I see it as eminently practical in humanity-choked nations like India for example. For inner-city applications. Easier to maneuver than even a Tata 'Nano'. Think "SlumDog Hundred-aire On Wheels".

Quoting Harland Williams in 1997's "RocketMan": "Now that was Julie!"

Hell hath no fury, eh?

Were 'it' natural, this so-called debate would not exist. Try legislating a tree into existence.

Then I'm glad for you.