KIRK!, if you are watching out for us clumsy guys who aren't watching for your wagon, you're one of a select few. OK, you may bring yours. I have decreed it so. Chili Phil, arbiter of taste and manners.
You're right, some people are idiots with anything. While others have tact... "The bad few ruin it for the good many......" as I always say.... xoxoxoxox
your way behind the times i saw a slammed swap wagon at long beach with air bags, the guy had the air botle in his jacket how bout makin a tandem wagon front part for swap stuff rear for cooler coats etc or a double decker custom swap wagons where else california
HEY! If you're stumbling over Buicks, they ought to call you Tall Hack. Or Big Hack. Or Blind Hack. Or Can't Hack. Or Nagging Hacking Cough. Stop me before I pun again. Oh No! There goes Tokyo, Go! Go! Godzilla! Oooo Ooo Wooo Hooo
You're gonna get hassled, certificate or not. I don't have any juice at the Good Guys swaps. PS why is your Ford frowning?
Eh, my little red wagon is something like two feet tall with the sides on it. Didn't see it? I'm really sorry, pay more attention next time. I don't think I've EVER had anyone trip over it, but I did once have some idiot walk right into the side of my flatbed trailer as I was driving through a parking lot, and I found myself hoping it hurt. Paying attention is pretty hard for some folks, I'll give ya that. Seriously though, I take mine with me at the big places like Charlotte, when the entire infield and several hundred acres of outside are swap meet, fuck walking back a mile for it, and fuck carrying the 6 heads or whatever I just bought. Like everyone else, I also find that it's handy for carrying refreshments too. No matter how much money I make, it'll still gripe me to pay $4 for a Coke.
Damn it, if I ever get to your neck of the weeds and I trip over your damn wagon, I'll expect a Coke to ease my pain. I like Sailor Jerry Rum and a squeeze of lime in mine. I'm too poor to pay attention, I reckon.
I have a Radio Flyer that is so old it was built before you could buy them with balloon tires, I had to do it myself. Been using it for many years. No one has ever tripped over it. After a rainy year at Hershey before it was paved, it took $6 at a genuine quarter car wash to get all the mud and straw off. At the street rod nationals back about 85 or so, it had a wheel squeaking, the video we shot that day, has nothing but squeaking on the audio track LOL. It's been into a few junkyards too, until we built a war wagon just for that.
Well, there's the answer right there. A back up and go forward alarm. Just have to keep moving to prevent doofuses like me from stubbling our ankles on it. How come it's always the mechanics who never lube their stuff? Don't ever change, man.
Thanks for posting this, Mutt. Glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks Mr. Fairlane is a fucking asshole.
My problem with the wagons at swaps is what I call the "18 Wheeler Syndrom". Sure its two feet tall and 4 feet long with the handle. But when you turn and walk up to something it doesn't follow the same arch. It takes a much shortened quicker route. Sometimes over poeples feet, into the back of people calves (causing them to potentially fall backwards), or just knocking into vendors goods. Sure you can say all day long, how "YOU" aren't a retard and know how to pull a wagon since you've done it since the age of 3. But try to remember that when you are trying to hawk in on a gennie '32 shell for $25(or some other obscene deal).
Just what kind of swap meets are you going to? And hey, if you don't look below table height your going to miss some good deals. I'm still trying to figure out gay dog clothes at a car meet.
As far as the gay dog part goes, you have to read all the comments herein. Most people who sell heavy stuff like manifolds, don't use tables, the stuff's on the ground, but, if it's in the aisles, it's already done been bought. As I walk the swap I rook right and left and my eyes pan over the other folks in the aisles, if I only look at the two foot level, I never see who's there. Unless I recognize their shoes or their stupid wagon.
The mad face symbolizes the one attached to the bruised shin. Since this has gone to three pages, maybe a bruised shin emoticon is in order? Hey, don't be defensive my friends, watch where your wagon goes and realize that most of us go to swap meets to look in the spaces. Same goes for small kids and the afore mentioned gay dogs. And the smiley is for Mr Draglinks "Put on a Haaaappy Face "
Maybe someone left Chillphilly unattended on a steep hill as a little peepins?? The resulting white knuckle ride traumatized the poor boy for LIFE!!!
Bring your wagon, your hand cart, your back pack, I don't give a shit. You bump my shins I'll give you such a pinch. What I need is a decent fucking swap meet. Goddamn spinning pop bottle 'art', Chinese sport socks, useless damn cheap knock-off socket sets, and rusty dirty wrecked oily piles of '70s and '80s Camaro crap. You want how much for that?! Does that include a blowjob from your bored lookin' skinny-assed bruised toothless crack ho girlfriend or what?! Get fucked. And if I catch you dressing upping your ugly little Shit-Poo you're getting a boot in the ass.
Nope, ive had it on my motorcycle, full size chevy, and a pedal car. I collect old radio flyers so i have it on everything practically.
Big A I feel your pain. The whole world is filled with useless crap, and now the sacred church of hot rodding, the swap meet, has gone that way too. Bummer, ain't it. I am traumatized by Fat Hack's post. I had been surpressing that memory for many years. Like Tommy Smothers, mom always liked the other kids better. I wish you'd have let me just be a hater, now I'm bruised and depressed. Ya Fat Fucker! Buying at harbor freight supports the rats who enslave wimmen and little kids. Shame on you! Besides. like Chinese food, tools from there always leave me needing another one before that job's completed. chili, on the way to the garage, for therapy.
Got a caution for you guys that buy something heavy and go to get your wagon. The swap meet here has several cases of the returning buyer finding the vendor space empty after a multi-hundred dollar purchase. Make sure you ID the vendor real well. The swap meet doesn't keep a list of who's on the track and infield.
Might be a left coast swap meeter. Those guys arrive at the swap meet at "0 dark thirty" and look for deals with a flashlight . They're all done by 8:00am. I've seen some loaded up and headed back to the ranch by 10:00am . So if he's tripping over wagons, it's because he can't see them in the dark. Maybe he'd be happier if ya' put clearance lights on it . Between 8 and 10, is BS'ing time with their buddies. The local folks seem to want to be back home by 12pm. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do". So, that's what I do . PS: I'm sworn to secrecy on your invention for fear of Bulla-Bulla.
This is exactly correct. If you don't get it done by7:30, there's not much left. Unless of course, you're looking for the common stuff. The early part might also be because lots of us are early risers by habit because of work. And in Southern California it's usually pretty damned HOT at 10:30, so I'd rather be kicking with a Bloody by then. If you guys are going to get there at 10 or so, fine with me. I'll be finished cruising the aisles and you can be part of the parade with your billited, go kart wheeled, pin striped, candy apple and tuck and roll Radio Flyers. I do love a parade and what's a parade with out clowns? PS, my more hard core pals will hate me for revealing this, but the BEST deals are sold in the line, waiting to go into the swap.
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