Went to the bone yard today for a Saturday afternoon of scrounging. While I was trying to unbolt some 348 heads these "protectors of the parts" got my heart racing a bit. I looked up and about 20 feet away from me was the yard goats doing thier jobs keeping the grass down. I have seen them before and for the most part they are harmless. Then the king daddy of all male goats came around the corner hissing and stomping his hooves at me. Now I have never seen this one before and he stood at least a head higher than the rest. Needles to say I picked up my breaker bar (just in case) and slowly headed to the truck for a much needed drink of water and rest while the grass eaters continued thier jobs for an another 15 minutes and moved off. Sometimes its best back off and let the "protectors of the parts" just do their jobs!
Hey man, I've got a story about goats. There was a hippie band that lived on a compound in some woods around these parts. The band was called Refried Confusion (stinky fuckers they were too) anyways this dude decided to go on the road with the stank asses. He left his '90 odd Mustang convertible at their "pad" for 3 weeks thinking it was gonna be allright. When he got back the goats on the compound totally ate all the soft parts on the car, the top, the dashboard and all the upholstery. Serves him right for hanging out with those potheads. BTW, the only time I ever saw Refried Confusion was when our old keyboard player left her keyboards at the club we were playing at. I went in the next night to retrieve it and unbeknowst to me, the dirty fucks were playing. My God, the arm waving, the patchouli, the dreads and most of all the B.O were overpowering. I have to say that 1000,000 Phish fans CAN be wrong.
We've got a "guard donkey" at a yard round these parts. He's okay but sometimes he can be a real ass. Badum-dum. Thank you, I'll be here all week.
Across the street from the Toledo Airport in Ohio is Pike Machinery. Grizzled old man used to spit terbacky on the floor of his pick up truck, and he had hogs running around his yard. Honest to god big ol fuckin' hogs. And they weren't shy either! Fortunatly, hogs can't climb up on top of a car... -Brad Oh, by the way on the 348 yeads: I don't know much about 348s, but I think in '58, there were some 315hp engines (could be wrong on hp rating) that are among the rarest of the W-motor stuff. Get a casting number book and make sure you aren't pulling heads off a really good find that nobody else will be able to do anything with. If it's the good engine, buy the whole car and ebay it to some guy who will restore it around the heads, intake and a door hinge.
shit i'm going up there in the morning and TAKING that W-motor from Levis Classic. thats been my dream motor since BIRTH---ok since i was 17 and bought a 63 Impala. a 409 is the REAL dream motor but 348s look just as cool.
We had a goat when we were kids. It thought it was a dog. we named it Spot. The dogs and the goat would run all over the hills together. But every once in a while it would get pissed at one of the dogs and it would head butt the shit outta the dog!
After trying to save my goat-scratched paint all day, I wouldn't mind taking out my frustration on a goat but that billy looks pretty big and durable. Mrs Rocky brought me a nice Gyro this afternoon while I was working on the paint. If I'm not mistaken, Gyros are made from goat meat. I smiled a little smile of satisfaction while eating the goat meat...heh heh... what goes around, comes around....Yum yum!
[ QUOTE ] Mrs Rocky brought me a nice Gyro this afternoon while I was working on the paint. If I'm not mistaken, Gyros are made from goat meat. I smiled a little smile of satisfaction while eating the goat meat...heh heh... what goes around, comes around....Yum yum! [/ QUOTE ] LOL
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