It got off to an early start about 5:30 am, Sandman and I ( Moe) left Kerrville with little Sandman in-tow. We arrived at Crease's house about 6:30 and met up with Christian. First thing on our list of to do's was coffee and Tacos. It was a great breakfast. We hopped back into the 57 ford and headed out for the Rosanky swap-meet. It was going to be great. So we drove and drove an drove. It was at that point "the club" decided to vote me out of the navigator position. "80 miles past the turn off" We had nice conversation on the way " back " from Hoston We arived at Rosanky swap in the heat of the day. It was a HOT swap meet. The sad thing is, we picked up more stuff for free, out of "Crease's curb side salavage" Than we did at the swap. The rest of the day was spent... on the way home and just.. hanging out .
Barnett, I didn't think anyone would actually notice that it goes around the corner and up the coke machine. Moe, Houston is lovely this time of year!
Moe swears that they changed the Texas map on him over night, I thinke he was holding it upside down. It's a wonder we didn't end up back in Kerrville. The long drive was nice, we talked about our FEELINGS
At least you're looking straight down. Them two gayrods is looking at each other. Even though, I have to say I am impressed with your "hose".
Hey Morgan, Did you or Crease get any pics of those French Flatheads, or get any of the information on em'.
Crease and I were wondering why HRH could not find his unit? Sandman Barons So.Texas Whare we find the best places to leak!
Christian...check with Willie or John Massengale, I believe Johns dad (Lewis) bought one of them French Flathead blocks up at Pate a couple years ago, might be able to get you a contact... Crease....why ARE YOU looking at another man whilst yankin your crank?
Just remember: It's always better to be pissed off than pissed on! And if you do get pissed off, just climb back on!
It does look like HRH dropped a load. Are the barons still planning on P and P? Remind me that I have Sandman's igition box for him, okay.
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