Bboyd, I miss you buddy

For all of you that think I hate cats, here's proof positive that I don't. This is Bboyd, I don't know when he was born or when he died, all I know is that I loved him.

Fat trucker chicks rule

Courstesy of my bro Fizzy from the Drag Links, the man's got taste.

I've been everywhere man

Rust IS the enemy

Shiny Helmet

a quick going over with 400 grit and a blast of Dupli-Color spray bomb clear lacquer........restored!

These things weren't for sale at our yard sale

We were selling Anne Marie's mom's stuff today, Anna's mom never went for a ride in either of these beasts

Wanna be in my gang?

I would so rock one of these I could get one that says BAD ASS PAKISTANI

I had to push her again

Clutch rod broke, this fucker's been welded about a kabillion times, I'm going the chain route.

A garage door that's not stoic

It must have seen Old Yeller

Rubber gloves japes alleviate sorrow in the ICU waiting room

Dad, I will miss you so much, have fun with mum.

Would you thrust this guy to fix your computer?

DOT Natzi helmet

I scored this little beaut in Bartow on the way back from Naples where me and the wife went to see Dame Edna Everage.

We were the youngest people there.

Astro slots

The coolest wheels of all time, problem was they would rust if you even so much as looked at 'em funny and they were cheap. I had a pair on my 1970 Austin Healey Sprite back in 1978, only on the back though, I had to jack the car up in the ass for clearance.

Here's a set on the wife's 1960 Chevy Brookwood, man I gotta fix this thing.

We miss our moms

My great friend Carol Chiodini compiled an album of moms and their kids when her mom was diagnosed with cancer, I'm glad she did.

That's Patricia with Ann Marie and Razia with me, we lost both of them within three weeks of each other.

Their loss can never be replaced.

A boy with numerous balls

Winning IS everything

One of Jeff Tracy's many disguises

Oldorf The Unifoot

Thank you, El Shanebo

F, the ghost

This was spotted by my son Miles, he said, "look dad, an F!" And sho nuff there it was in my folk's garage. This picture has not been doctored, nor the broken window shutter manipulated.

This is F, the ghost.

If anyone has an explanation I need to hear it.