ChriSTian_64
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I thought that that was Murphy's Law... Never was any good at Physics....! Also anything dropped doesn't land where you think it will.What Sir Issac Newtow did tell us was the law pertaining to the fact that any important tool or part that's falls invariably finds the floor grate or some other equally difficult to retrieve from spot.
Everyone dreamed of owning a Harley!
I used to use a hammer to pound the whole roll of caps on my parents concrete stairs. To me it sounded like an M80.Oh, the cap gun. I have not seen one of those for about 50 years........
No, they aren't quite the same. I miss the 1960's Brit bike looks. Plus side is they don't vibrate parts off and drizzle oil everywhere you go.I did dream of owning a motorcycle, but it was a Triumph. It looks like I may yet have the opportunity to fulfill that dream (but, of course, it's not quite the same)
Or wash your hands with gas when you tickle the Amal carbs ... (68 BSA, 73 Triumph)No, they aren't quite the same. I miss the 1960's Brit bike looks. Plus side is they don't vibrate parts off and drizzle oil everywhere you go.
The Lone Ranger and Tonto. Kemosabe, Silver is tired.So . . . how many remember who Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels were?
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I do, and I have seen that video before.So . . . how many remember who Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels were?
Regarding stupid things kids find to to. I grew up near Fort Ord, CA. As a kid my friends and I would go out in the areas where they would practice war games. We would find literally thousands of unspent blank bullet cartridges out in the hills. We would take these cartridges and tape a BB on the primer and tape a streamer onto the cartridge and toss them up into the air. When they cartridge hit the pavement it would explode with load bang. The cartridges would rip open a throw shrapnel, we were lucky we did not get seriously hurt. It seemed like great fun until one day the cartridge I threw up in the air came down on the windshield of my dads brand new Pontiac TransAm. He never did find out what happened to his windshield until I was a married man and I told him what had happened to his car. I'm glad he found the humor in it after all these years.So your saying you never found your fathers lee loader and whacked primers
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Regarding stupid things kids find to to. I grew up near Fort Ord, CA. As a kid my friends and I would go out in the areas where they would practice war games. We would find literally thousands of unspent blank bullet cartridges out in the hills. We would take these cartridges and tape a BB on the primer and tape a streamer onto the cartridge and toss them up into the air. When they cartridge hit the pavement it would explode with load bang. The cartridges would rip open a throw shrapnel, we were lucky we did not get seriously hurt. It seemed like great fun until one day the cartridge I threw up in the air came down on the windshield of my dads brand new Pontiac TransAm. He never did find out what happened to his windshield until I was a married man and I told him what had happened to his car. I'm glad he found the humor in it after all these years.