Friday, October 31, 2008

I Give Up!!

Since I cannot load images from my Polaroid onto blogspot and can't figure out why, I Give Up and am moving.

If you desire, you can continue Counting along with me over here..

Hope to see you there.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


I have been trying all day long, other than a quick trip to Sl-Ocala, to try and post some images shot with the Polaroid and have been unsuccessful.

I can post images stolen off these pipes but cannot post anything from my camera, even those previously posted.

Contacted blogger via the help forum, but, alas, no response as yet.

Anyone out there got any ideas?

It would be much appreciated.


til then.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Daytona Dream Cruise, Friday Night

Not alot of text in this one, just a few of the shots I got on Friday nite.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Daytona Dream Cruise

Well, Counters, the inaugural Daytona Dream Cruise is starting right now and I am off. Hope the Kid and thejeepjunkie can make it over for a look see before they head off to neverending softball tournaments for the Kid's sister tomorrow before the crack of dawn.

I am excited as this marks the beginning of a pretty fun month or so, at least in my car related world.

And, of course, I will be posting pics later.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The bus Scoops CarDomain

One of the websites I have linked to, and regularly view every day, CarDomain, scours these tubes to find all things automotive to report to me. It is a pretty cool site and you can view it here or on the links to the right of this page.

On Sunday, bus-plunge posted this blog about a couple firetrucks up in St. Louis. You should check it out. I can guarantee you have never seen anything like this before.

Anyway, today, CarDomain posted the same video.

Guess the bus is following in longroof's and the CDM's footsteps.

Good job bus.

Enjoy and Celebrate Life.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

What I Saw Today

Earlier today, thejeepjunkie called and inquired what I was doing. I mentioned to him I was cleaning under the lid of my washing machine. He asked if I wanted to head over to the Kid's house. Of course!!

Upon arrival, I spot the two CJ's but not twins and have a good chuckle. It seems thejeepjunkie has come up with some cockamamie story about his flatfender's (shown here on the left) acquisition for the Sungoddess and she agreed to let that "cute" CJ grace the driveway at the Kid's house.

It seems the Kid was out with Sungoddess doing a little birthday shopping, his is the 22nd. The Kid's sister was over at some friend's house hanging around so it was just thejeepjunkie and me hanging in his garage, solving life's problems while thejeepjunkie tinkered around on Bob's new CJ2A. After returning a borrowed Kayak, a two man boat thejeepjunkie and the Kid borrowed from an FHP trooper friend, he is cool as is his wife. Has a backyard the Gentleman Farmer would be proud of. Anyway, upon our return, thejeepjunkie got to painting and installing a gas tank in his new CJ. It turns out he had originally gotten this for one of the Kid's previous Jeeps and was not the right part for it so thejeepjunkie, like every Lee male I know, decided to hang on to it, "just in case".

How did thejeepjunkie get his newest baby home? By towbar behind the Kid's CJ5.

The following is a video I shot today over at the Kid's house of thejeepjunkie's CJ2A running, although with fuel from a gas can as this was prior to the installation of that new tank. It is about a minute long.

The following video is about 4 minutes long. I shot it last night when I hooked up with thejeepjunkie and the Kid in route to the Kid's house. Complete with an admiring YJ owner and to the symphony of Harley's in the background. Take a few minutes to look into the lives of thejeepjunkie, the Kid and ole longroof.

And that is What I Saw Today.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Dang, I Am Getting Old!

Your sweetie says, "Let's go upstairs and make whoopee" and you answer "Pick one, I can't do both!"

You enjoy watching the washer and dryer in action.

You stop lying about your age and you start bragging about it.

Your friends compliment you on your alligator shoes, but you're barefoot.

You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.

You're cautioned to "slow down" - not by the police but by your doctor!

You are getting a little action today - but that means the fiber is working.

You think "getting lucky" means you find your car in the parking lot.

You think an "all-nighter" is not having to get up to pee.

A sexy woman walks by and your pacemaker opens the garage door.

You're the life of the party, even if it lasts until 8 PM.

You're smiling all the time because you can't hear a thing anyone is saying.

You're very good at telling stories over and over and over and over.

You're aware that other people's grandchildren are not as cute as yours.

You're very good at opening childproof caps (with a hammer).

You're not grouchy; you just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds, and politicians.

You're wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just your left leg.

You're having trouble remembering simple words like...

You're a walking storeroom of facts - you've just lost the key to the storeroom door.

Everything either dries up or leaks.

You realize that aging is not for wimps.

You enjoy watching the news.

The phone rings and you hope it's not for you.

The only reason you're still awake at 4 am is indigestion.

People ask what color your hair USED to be.

You're proud of your lawn mower.

Your best friend is dating someone half their age AND isn't breaking any laws.

You start singing along with the elevator music.

You really do want a new washing machine for your birthday.

Your car has four doors.

You routinely check the oil in your car.

You've owned clothes so long that they've gone back into style - TWICE.

You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.

You consider coffee one of the most important things in life.

8 AM is your idea of "sleeping in".

You don't remember when you got that mole or the one next to it.

You write thank you notes without being told.

Neighbors borrow your tools.

You answer a question with, "Because I said so!"

Others ask for your recipes.

You start Christmas shopping in August.

You paint your apartment walls for a reason other than getting your deposit back.

You don't like to drive after dark.

You say the words, "Turn that music down!"

You wear black socks with sandals.

You can live without sex but not without your glasses.

You point out what buildings used to be where.

You know all the warning signs of a heart attack.

You rake the yard without being told to.

You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television.

thanks to morefunnystuff

Vintage Ads

I love Vintage Ads.

They harken upon a simpler time and place and, quite often, are humorous, at least to me, given the change in mores that have occurred over my lifetime.

In fact, I have several Vintage Ads hanging on the walls of the Taj Mahal.

The above image is an ad for Chrysler from the mid 60's, probably from Life or Look magazine, judging from the size of this two page spread. And back then, as now, they had an overly abundant number of vehicle offerings. This ad, alone, shows 56 of them. I mean, really, did both Plymouth and Dodge need a Neon, with both of them having the same name?

As for that Swamp Buggy Races frisbee, with my signature on it? Well, that is another blog. Tease, Tease...

This one is an ad extolling the value of Valvoline Motor Oil. "Cross-Country or Cross-Town, Havoline out-performs them all." Circa mid 50's, judging by the swept line features of those cars.

This one is for The General Tire, dating from 1942. It suggests that at 50 degrees, "Drive Sanely, 40 mph"; at 70 degrees, "Slow Down, 30-35 mph"; at 90 degrees, "Don't Drive, if you must-go at 25 mph". I love it. Plus, if you double click on the image, and read the text, you can see that maintaining air pressure in your tires was not thought up by one of our current presidential candidates.

Sorry about the quality of this one but it is another Chrysler ad from the early 50's. I just love it for the ragtop and the longroof in this one. Not a lowly sedan in sight.

This one, although probably not as PC as is warranted in today's climate, I just find it funny.

And another old Schlitz ad for the Complaint Department Manager.

My friend, Carri, sent this to me a while back. While, technically, not an ad, written copy I thought was pretty hilarious.

And just a couple found around the pipes.

And after seeing the above ad, can I surprise you with the following?

How did we not see that one coming? "Not that there is anything wrong with that."

Anyway, the New York Public Library is exhibiting Vintage Cigarette Ads and I thought I would put up a link to it for those crazies, such as me, who enjoy this type of stuff. Can't afford a trip to the Big Apple between now and the end of the year? That's okay, you can check it out here.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

How It Got Started

Please double click on the image for those older eyes, I know I had to.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Celebrate Life

A new young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand. He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript.

So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up. In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says, “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.”

So, he goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscript is held as archives in a locked vault that hasn’t been opened for hundreds of years.

Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot. So, the young monk gets worried and goes downstairs to look for him.

He sees him banging his head against the wall, and wailing “We forgot the “R”, We forgot the “R” His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.

The young monk asks the old abbot, “What’s wrong, brother?”

With a choking voice, the old abbot replies, “The word should be celebRate!!”

Celebrate Life!!

thanks Jonco

Friday, October 10, 2008


Next week starts the Fall version of BikeWeeks, this is called Biketoberfest.

Down Daytona Beach way, the city has posted these signs around town.

You bet they are glad. 100,000 people here in town for a week. That is some serious tax revenue.

The City has these barricades prepositioned for set up to close off Main Street, Beachside.

The merchants are sprucing up

Painting and

Hosing off those tables.

Unpacking a trailer load of T shirts at one of several shops open only during BikeWeeks and Biketoberfest.

You can even rent your own private bar.

These transporters rolled in early last week and there are even more here now.

Now I have nothing against motorcycles, just never really got into them. And at my age, the only motorcycles I am likely to ride are these.

Should be an interesting week. Stay tuned.