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Here is something for those who appreciate it.
Staring thru my windshield, I study the road before me intently and wonder, “Have we ever been on this highway before?”
The old bus purrs like a well kept woman in the dark, and she seems to want to run fast today for some reason. All her gauges read ... “normal” temps are low, and no smoke ... I am a fortunate pilgrim indeed.
Checking my numbers I see that I am again exceeding the posted speed limit and I slowly pull my foot up and back out of it. Having spent too much money lately, it is ill advised to receive a “Safe Driving Award” from Smokie that I cannot afford. Strange ... The old Hoopie most always, wants to run faster on the back-haul home. Must be some obscure unwritten rule of the highway or something like that.
Some two weeks out, I find myself knocking down mile-markers faster than a small well organized group of good intentioned ravenous over-eaters. Who are incidentally, easy to spot this time of the year. Bobbing and weaving thru the crowds. scarfing down corn-dogs and deep-fried Twinkie's at the annual State Fair.
Sorry, I digress, back to my bus related fantasy.
Glancing to my immediate left I see them. In my drivers mirror I observe a small band of bikers, the chrome plated Flying Dutchman of our culture, approaching the back of the coach. I watch them grow larger on my mirror’s horizon.
“Bikers!”
I call it out to no one in particular, the youngest grandson runs forward and inquires, “How many are there Grandpa?” I count six, and report the number to the grinning child. The boy knows what is coming next (this is not his first Rodeo with Grandpa) and in anticipation, he hugs my shoulder, straining to get a glimpse of them in the big mirror. His warm breath on my neck, we both wait in somewhat abated excitement of the dirty deed about to unfold on these unsuspecting Ape-Hanging Baggers, some fifty or sixty-feet back.
The bikers approach, slowly closing the gap, taking their time, occasionally swinging out, looking for an opportunity to pass. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we sit in the cat birds seat, my grandson and I, hand on the switch, setting the watery trap. (Hosing down bikers is one of my favorite endeavors in life. One of those small quirks of traveling which will cure, temporarily, the boredom of the day.)
Granted this profoundly strange practice is not much, but it will have to do for right now.
Together the youngster and I watch the Bikers approach the left rear corner of the bus, I reach down and turn on the switch for the misters, and wait for the water to run the 1/2 “ pipe. In a second or two, the images in the mirror get real busy, I note hands going up to rub eyes or foreheads, women leaning forward to yell at the spouse.
We both laugh (the grandson and I) as they suddenly accelerate and race by looking up at the turnpike window, giving me a dirty look. Some even saluting a one finger bus tribute in the early afternoon.
Might be worthy of note here, that we all have a responsibility in life. Being a dues paying member of the Senior Generation, like it or not, is a passage of time. So for the record: “
Teaching a small child the wonders of life, and at the same time being a grandparent, is an awesome responsibility and I relish it.”
The sign reads: “Good Eats! We have diesel.”
Thirty-seven miles to the next fuel stop. Labor Day and fuel again has become a semi-valuable precious commodity in this country. I will cautiously check the pumps and parking lot for some Harley’s and guys wearing snot-rags on their heads, if they are not there, I might want to pull in and top it off.
We are as the writer said ... “Miles from Home.”
Leaning up against my Pig Iron Pony who is now gulping copious amounts of fuel and emptying my wallet at the same time, I survey the day. Not too hot, nor cold, just about right. Indian Summer the eventual end of summertime is here in the Fly Over States, America’s often forgotten Heartland. There is the slight whiff of change floating on the air.
Funny how things sneak up on you when you are not really paying attention.
Suddenly I realize that summer has already started to fade in my world. Even tho I am secretly pining for some winter type weather (cooler temps and shorter days) I am somewhat sad to see summer go. It has been, after-all, a good year.
Before you know it, it will be summer again. Providing things work out well, we should be back. Taking up space and making new friends. Look for us on the two lanes devoid of trucks, hunting beer guzzling bikers Sturgis bound, free parking at the casino in Lead.
Wave when you fly by us parked off the road, eating Mama’s fried chicken, or enjoying a slice of watermelon at a picnic table full of flies, in some obscure Rest Area in who knows where.
So here I sit, end of the day, listening to my old bus “
talk to me” and all it sez is:
I can hardly wait, bring it on. Summer fades and time marches on.
Watch those right-handers*.
BCO
*Been gone almost one full year, on my self imposed exile, I note that only four are ignoring me and some actually miss me. Now that is news right there, yeah, no joke. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, imagine that. So, in case anyone is wondering, “there truly is life after Bus boards and the Internet.” Do not be afraid boys and girls .... Dive right in ... Come on over to the dark-side, we have chocolate.
Welcome back it's been a year and a few days since Sonnie's death and I needed a pick me up
thanks
Quote from: luvrbus on September 02, 2016, 05:31:08 PM
Welcome back it's been a year and a few days since Sonnie's death and I needed a pick me up
thanks
Hey, you old coot, how are you doing? (hahahahaha) I miss Sonnie too, think of him often and remember the times we shared. Mike Crouch called just last weekend, said he wanted to check on me (after exhausting all of the ER's in the immediate area).
Our best to Sonya.
BCO
What is so great using your radiator sprayers on innocent bikers? Riding a bike you are in the elements and considering they did absolutely nothing to you in your comfortable bus I can only say you are an asshole, no matter how many friends you have on this board.
--Geoff
Great to hear from you BCO. I am one of those poor souls who appreciate your posts.
Good to hear its still tickin Don. I appreciate your Grandsonish Humor. I can see the sparkling eyes just waitin for the release, LOL ;D
Take care Dave
Welcome back, Don!
Glad to hear that 10S keeps you and your grandson's heart singing!
;)
Quote from: Geoff on September 02, 2016, 07:13:16 PM
What is so great using your radiator sprayers on innocent bikers? Riding a bike you are in the elements and considering they did absolutely nothing to you in your comfortable bus I can only say you are an asshole, no matter how many friends you have on this board.
--Geoff
My guess is Okie has written a piece of fiction. Usually misters are sprayed at the radiator where the water vaporizes, so it appears some literary license has been used to suggest a stream of water was directed away from the coach toward the bikers.
Regardless, calling people names is childish.
Quote from: Red Rider on September 02, 2016, 07:50:39 PMGreat to hear from you BCO. I am one of those poor souls who appreciate your posts.
Me too. Good to see you writing, Oke!
I just read it as a Don Smith story little fact and a lot of fiction.His writing,jokes and phone calls helped me through a tough time in my life a few years ago and he is my Friend.
Don spends a lot of time and effort trying to make people smile and laugh he deserves credit it cannot always be all about the serious side of life and buses ,lol and I know he has biker friends too huh Van
Good to hear from you BCO! Just checked your web site Tuesday. Had to chuckle as usual.
TomsToy ;D
Earlier this summer a group of Hell's Angels and associated criminal club members were in an accident. They decided to pass an RV that was waiting to turn left into a campground in rural New Brunswick. They went to pass as a pack, the way they often ride, one had a whoopsie and nine bikes crashed in the pile-up. One hit the camper and the rider died. Driver of the camper was not charged. Packs of bikers often make silly decisions. I once saw a pack of around 100 bikers roll past a stop sign. There were so many of them they naturally stopped traffic, so they just ran the stop sign. There was a traffic cop down the road pulling them all over.
I've been a motorcyclist (not a biker) for close to 45 years now.
I liked the story, but it reminded me of a too much fact, I guess. Funny how the mind goes sometimes.
Geoff, in real life the story would have had a different ending.
Quote from: eagle19952 on September 03, 2016, 09:53:01 AM
Geoff, in real life the story would have had a different ending.
That's true and was just a story
The story would have been funnier if both he and the grandson were drunk!
It's called "Satire" Class, Lol It ain't real but it close to it and funny but makes you think of things you may have wanted to do or something you would never have done but dreamed that you have... ;D
Lol. Been a long time since I've seen a BCO post. Made my day!
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Quote from: Geoff on September 02, 2016, 07:13:16 PM
What is so great using your radiator sprayers on innocent bikers? Riding a bike you are in the elements and considering they did absolutely nothing to you in your comfortable bus I can only say you are an asshole, no matter how many friends you have on this board.
--Geoff
What part of "bus related fantasy " don't you understand?
Quote from: digesterman on September 03, 2016, 10:36:02 PM
What part of "bus related fantasy " don't you understand?
I don't understand the attitude that bikers are to be picked on, even if is disguised as a joke. I have put a lot more miles on 6 Harleys than I have in my bus conversion and know what it is like to be on the road fighting the elements. I didn't like the humor and don't understand why I am now the bad guy in this thread.
--Geoff
I have owned Harley's all my life lol but I was a fair weather rider I never braved the elements and always had a windshield, Geoff you are not the bad guy people just see Don's post different than you.
Living where I have to contend with the RiverRun bikers for week every year makes you wonder how they are still alive,one threw a 1/2 empty beer can away at 55 mph and it hit and busted my truck windshield he is one lucky sob 2 wheeler can be a PITA also
Geoff, I do not think it is matter of being a bad guy or not. You may remember a TV show called "Americas Funniest Home Videos". It was mostly made of of amateur videos of people getting hurt. However, the audience generally found it to be hilarious. This is nothing new. Historically, you could say that even The Three Stooges, The Marx Brothers, Charlie Chaplin and many, many movies and sitcoms have depended to some degree on the same tendency for people to laugh at someone else apparent misfortune. A stranger slipping on a banana peel is seen as funny; you or your mother slipping on a banana peel is not! I suppose the difference may be to how much you perceive the victim to be human and deserving of empathy (I think that almost all of us could agree that Stalin slipping on a banana peel is funny, but Obama may or may not be depending on your views).
So, regardless of the fact that the narrator of this story's attack on the bikers could be charged with ADW, Assault with a Deadly Weapon, since it never really happened each reader can see it colored by his own experience (please note that the use of any object in a way that could potentially cause serious harm is ADW). In this case, some who empathize with motorcyclists will not find it funny, and those who sometimes consider them a nuisance may find it amusing, but generally only within the confines of the suspended reality of fiction. With just a couple of more words added to the story, the narrator and kid could be drunks on their way to a mandated AA meeting-- now that's funny!
I would think that BCO's true enjoyment of his post is seeing the reactions.
Quote from: Geoff on September 04, 2016, 08:35:09 AM
I don't understand the attitude that bikers are to be picked on, even if is disguised as a joke. I have put a lot more miles on 6 Harleys than I have in my bus conversion and know what it is like to be on the road fighting the elements. I didn't like the humor and don't understand why I am now the bad guy in this thread.
--Geoff
If what you said above was your original post you likely would have gotten support from other riders who may feel the same way.
How would you like it however if Okie called riders assholes? I suspect you don't get it.
Quote from: Jon on September 04, 2016, 11:11:39 AM
If what you said above was your original post you likely would have gotten support from other riders who may feel the same way.
How would you like it however if Okie called riders assholes? I suspect you don't get it.
I KNOW you don't "get it". Bikers (and a lot of RUBs-- Rich Urban Bikers) aka Hoggers, have a good income and don't need to be looked upon as trash on the road. Here we are defending the indefensible, and trying to turn it around so that I am the asshole.
Where is Boxcar at to defend himself or admit he doesn't like motorcycle riders? Or does he get the Hillary excuse?
--Geoff
Quote from: Geoff on September 04, 2016, 05:31:37 PM
I KNOW you don't "get it". Bikers (and a lot of RUBs-- Rich Urban Bikers) aka Hoggers, have a good income and don't need to be looked upon as trash on the road. Here we are defending the indefensible, and trying to turn it around so that I am the asshole.
Where is Boxcar at to defend himself or admit he doesn't like motorcycle riders? Or does he get the Hillary excuse?
--Geoff
Someone with okies intelligence and past controversial postings is easily aware of what and who and how his posts provoke.
PS. oh...and when was the first time he gave anyone the benefit of the doubt ?
I'm on your side Geoff. Nowhere have I seen Okie say this was fictional, just a bunch of people coming to cover for him. Seems that he appears every now and then to stir the pot and get his jollies.
I'm still waiting to hear the one about the Harley rider/Hoover vacuum cleaner comparison joke just to put this thread over the top. Some bikers ::) just Need a good hosing now and then SMH :D Good one Don, hook line and stinker ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNHAxlFr00s (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNHAxlFr00s)
Quote from: bronson on September 04, 2016, 08:06:05 PM
I'm on your side Geoff. Nowhere have I seen Okie say this was fictional, just a bunch of people coming to cover for him. Seems that he appears every now and then to stir the pot and get his jollies.
This is cut and pasted from his story at the beginning of this thread.................
"Sorry, I digress, back to my bus related fantasy."
To me I interpret that to mean what he wrote was fictional.
Man-man.
"Sorry, I digress, back to my bus related fantasy." To me I interpret that to mean what he wrote was fictional." My-my, we certainly have been busy over the weekend, choosing sides and all that. I have to admit, I am impressed. Thanks for all the responses, makes for some interesting reading. (All of ''em but a couple of 'em that is.)
The majority of readers (those folks who actually had their homework turned in on time I suspect) got it right on the first go around.
"Sorry, I digress, back to my bus related fantasy."
It was right there,
f-a-n-t-a-s-y and it was evidently passed over. Most of the folks who read it, spotted it right off, even Donald. Isn't it amazing how people will read something on the Internet and automatically assume it is "real."
That always cracks me up.
For the record, I have owned Honda Gold-wings, 1 BMW, a Norton, BSA, XLCH Sportster, 2 Super-glides, Shovel-heads, 61 model FLH Pan-head. At one time in my life, I was a genuine Scooter Rat and did not own a T-shirt that did not read Harley.
It is not necessary for me to "defend" anything, nothing in the post was inflammatory or personal. It is being morphed into something it is not, that I have no control over whatsoever. It is what it is.
If the name calling persists I will have to refer a few of you to my Attorney, Matt Plumlee, who is currently Fly Fishing somewhere in Montana. Any-who, I sincerely hope this clears the air on this evidently "Hot Button Topic" on a bus board.
(Yawn)
As much as I would like to spend more time on this, it is imperative I get back to feeding my fertile imagination ... Chronicling my late night thoughts and putting them down on the page.
Working on a good one right now, as a matter of fact.
"A story of a bus guy from Arizona who goes on a Disney Cruise to Costa Rica, and wakes up with a giant sized Rodent in his stateroom, wearing shorts and a bow tie. And then has to be hospitalized in Cuba on the third day out after suffering a mental melt down when he could not unfold his deck chair."
Watch those right handers
BCO
Quote from: boxcarOkie on September 05, 2016, 05:07:20 AM...
For the record, I have owned Honda Gold-wings, 1 BMW, a Norton, BSA ...
Oh gee, Oke, I didn't know that you had a troubled childhood. I worked Norton at the factory in England for about 5 years in the 70s. You have my eternal apologies.
We return you now to our regularly scheduled fantasies ...
I stand corrected. After it was pointed out to me, I did recall reading it but it didnt sink in. As usual the pot was stirred and I am sure you got your jollies for the day.
I fail to see where a article written for entertainment is stirring the pot,maybe next time he should use a disclaimer "For Entertainment Purpose Only". In life one cannot please everyone and people have a choice.
Don and I have not always seen eye to eye on something but he had his opinion and I had mine so life goes on
Welcome back Don ;D ;D ;D
You're correct , life goes on. Once again. I stand corrected. Unfortunately I am not the wordsmith Mr. Okie is. He succeeded in getting a rise out of someone including myself. Maybe stirring the pot was not the correct term. He does seem to take pride in how many people ignore him. After reading the original post the first time, I also thought what a jerk.
Bronson, lol somebody set me a PM telling me I had the honor now of the most ignores,Don and Donald are lacking in that category
Quote from: luvrbus on September 05, 2016, 08:26:47 AM
Bronson, lol somebody set me a PM telling me I had the honor now of the most ignores,Don and Donald are lacking in that category
Let me work on that for you :)
Amen to that Don,Donald and Cliff. Sometimes us "OLD" people like to just stir the sh*t .
I enjoyed it and I probably have more motorcycles and been at it longer than most around here.
A few years ago I told my new wife that I was thinking about buying a motorcycle and she said if you buy one I am leaving.
At last count there was over 100 of different sizes in the barn,from old indians to the newest KTM dirt bike.
Been married 56 years now.
Did anyone realize that completion dirt bikes come with electric starters. boy have they changed over the years
But she is still here. The last one I bought she went straight out and bought a 6,000 dollar sewing machine. Fully computerized and
she hates computers.
Don hang in there.
uncle ned
Clifford nope you only have 4. Me on the other have 6 and have for awhile and I don t no why but also don t care either. lol
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interesting
Quote from: boxcarOkie on September 05, 2016, 05:07:20 AM
Working on a good one right now, as a matter of fact.
"A story of a bus guy from Arizona who goes on a Disney Cruise to Costa Rica, and wakes up with a giant sized Rodent in his stateroom, wearing shorts and a bow tie. And then has to be hospitalized in Cuba on the third day out after suffering a mental melt down when he could not unfold his deck chair."
Watch those right handers
BCO
I think you've been reading too much Kafka. Is your new story's protagonist called Gregor? Or is this piece satirizing the Holy Rodent Empire?
John
Funny Don was at one time the poster boy for the AMA, promoting good sportsmanship and such ;D
Then...
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Here he is now, the New face of FMCA
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Welcome back Don, stick around at least till this all gets booted off to the no mans zone (OT) ;D
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Watch where ya point those Accoutrements ya hear!
Hahahah even if it didn't say fantasy it was funny !!!! I've rode my whole life and a lil water would have been great, I've been hit with so much else how bout big loogies from someone ahead omg ,,,haha just sayin btdt
I think this was the first time I ever read a Boxcar post all the way. I usually ignore his posts. One more official "ignore" for his resume.
--Geoff
As much as this old fart banter amuses me lol, I still personally think it should be in the OT section. Nothing personal, I'm just a newbie.
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Don,
A couple of weeks ago a good spray from your mister would have been a gift here in PA on the highway, as it was in the 90's, but then again that big windshield and fairings on my Goldwing would have just just pushed it to the little SUV following me too closely!
Ned,
Wifey made me upgrade from my 650 after we saw you and the Mrs., so now she can ride on the back in comfort from the "Queen Seat". We now each have a bike(that runs) along with still lots of parts from the 650 I still need to unload(I mean find a loving restorer who needs them). So you got me by about 97-1/2 bikes and 25 years of marriage ;D ;D
Steve
Wednesday! Hump Day for a five day a week min-wage working slob from Oklahoma. Hang in there, the weekend is just around the corner.
Today after reading some of this I feel like a man dressed in a new Tuxedo wearing a pair of brown shoes. Once again reality slaps me upside the head. If you sincerely believe you are going to please everyone in your walk thru life, then you are clearly mistaken.
So ... Having said that, how about the post?
Maybe it should have been moved, I dunno. It could very well be in the wrong location (taking it one step further, perhaps the wrong Universe.) I do not however agree that it should have been placed somewhere else. It was bus inclined in nature, even tho it was clearly fictional.
It could have been posted in "Bus Travel and Use" section, that could have possibly been a better location.
Off Topic says right there ... "child boards and political discussion" of which I am not so disposed. Posting a story in Off Topic is akin to sending something to a Internet Purgatory. Contrary to popular opinion, I put them up to share them, not bury them.
As for the petty name calling, I find it somewhat ironic, that it was not addressed quickly, if not immediately.
At the same time, I am not surprised.
If I had for instance, made reference to someone in such a derogatory fashion, I would have been relegated to the back burner of the stove post haste (It has happened here before and for a lot less). But some clown does it to me, and it is allowed to stand.
Let's put it another way.
A person that reads the post, is entitled to say
it is not nice to spray motorcycle riders. I get that. He went so far over the line when he called me an ---- that it makes anything he says invalid, yet he will never understand that.
On other sites his post would have gotten him unregistered without hesitation, and his comment deleted, but BCM seems to allow, if not encourage, that kind of comment.
Whenever a site allows name calling or criticism of other members the impact is fewer people will contribute because they are afraid their post will get a similar response. Not everyone in life is as crusty as Clifford and myself, we eat a lot of it (we are used to it), whereas, others would quickly be offended and put off.
No reference to anyone in particular, just an observation on my part.
Here is the question that begs to be answered:
"Where are the so-called word police when you need them?"
Sorry. But I just cannot see it. Off Topic is frankly ... Where fun goes to die.
BCO
Quote from: pabusnut on September 06, 2016, 08:32:40 PM
Don,
A couple of weeks ago a good spray from your mister would have been a gift here in PA on the highway, as it was in the 90's, but then again that big windshield and fairings on my Goldwing would have just just pushed it to the little SUV following me too closely!
Ned,
Wifey made me upgrade from my 650 after we saw you and the Mrs., so now she can ride on the back in comfort from the "Queen Seat". We now each have a bike(that runs) along with still lots of parts from the 650 I still need to unload(I mean find a loving restorer who needs them). So you got me by about 97-1/2 bikes and 25 years of marriage ;D ;D
Steve
Where is your email?
DS
Don,
E-mail is in my profile--fixed now. My internet provider(Clear.net) got bought by Sprint & then dropped me because their price was too cheap for Sprint's business model. Guess I forgot to change it here.
Steve
Very well put.
In my opion, everything is ok as long as there is no foul langauge and no harm.
In this world peoples opions (and stories) are a welcome item to me.
As a motorcyle rider I was not put off by the article (story) and took it for what it was worth.
A Laugh & Thought
I don't see why everyone has gotten their panties all wadded up on this!
Most of Don's posts are FICTIONAL and merely meant for entertainment of himself as well others!
I ride and love buses.
I'm also smart enough to know that a mister system will not drench ANYTHING except the radiator it is pointed at as the heat will dissipate the water almost instantly and the fan/engine compartment will absorb any that doesn't evaporate instantly!
Now as a biker I see where Geoff took offense at first by thinking he was standing up for the "brotherhood" of bikers.
But I also thought that as smart as Geoff must be to be a competent mechanic and bus converter he'd be able to see it for what it was plain fiction and fun.
I also know that when people write/read stuff on the internet there is ALWAYS a lot of misinterpretation due to the fact it doesn't alway type out the way the writer intended and readers can not read the "tone of voice" it's written in.
I think everyone should have a
cool drink (of their choice) and live and let live w/o all the name calling!
Yes...speaking "as smart as one must be" that mop flops in both directions.....
Okie knows what flame fest may ensue.
I cannot fathom that he does anything without clear calculation and comprehension of the outcome.
Not my cup of tea.Nor a way that i would seek my jollies.
To each his own, reap what you sow etc.
PS just because.
Okie. More power to you. Your posts are well written and often very amusing and often very informative. Keep up the good work!
Jack
P.S. I can still hear my mothers words. "You just make people hate you" My answer. "So what's your point?"
Ok ok maybe not OT...but maybe bus use stories :) or "fake bus stories about fake situations" lol! Or just keep on keeping on and amuse some offend some and hope it all washes. Happy hump day y'all. We are starting up our coach and headed to Gatlinburg tomorrow.
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Quote from: oltrunt on September 07, 2016, 07:00:29 PM
Okie. More power to you. Your posts are well written and often very amusing and often very informative. Keep up the good work!
Jack
P.S. I can still hear my mothers words. "You just make people hate you" My answer. "So what's your point?"
How is the Pelican Bay Xpress coming along? I have been wondering.
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Quote from: Scott Bennett on September 07, 2016, 09:28:27 PM
Ok ok maybe not OT...but maybe bus use stories :) or "fake bus stories about fake situations" lol! Or just keep on keeping on and amuse some offend some and hope it all washes. Happy hump day y'all. We are starting up our coach and headed to Gatlinburg tomorrow.
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Have a good trip.
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There it is again, that word, "Jollies."
This word seems to be being tossed around this string quite often and strangely, applied to me. Personally, I am not prone to use this kind of language, it seems immature or childish in nature.
Isn't it strange how one child on the playground starts using a word or a phrase, and all the other children join in to be part of the melee. Proof positive the herd mentality is still alive and well here at BCM.
Unfortunately we are a nation of name callers, libelers, people who have to place emphasis on a moniker to describe another. (If you do not believe that, tune into NBC, CBS or ABC News any night of the week for a dose of it.)
Kind of like "Fine and Dandy" this is another one I do not understand. Now I have been fine and I suppose at some point, I have been considered dandy. But I have never been both at the same time. I have never been "beside myself" either.
In this case, I see "Jollies" being used in a feeble attempt to perhaps be of a derogatory manner (suppose it is all in how you read things?). Which is kind of amusing to me personally, because I looked the word up, and low and behold, it doesn't mean that at all.
Actually, it is a compliment in a round about way.
Thanks.
At first I was confused, at my age (70) it is extremely hard for me to get my jollies ... period. Even went so far as to try it on the wife,
"Honey would you like to go upstairs and get our jollies?" and she replied,
"Listen you old coot, make up your mind I am not doing both!"Just like here, it seems that I cannot catch a break.
You know, when you reach my mile-marker in life, old age, a small voice inside you says ...
"Just because you are now retired and get a kick out of Internet Jollies, and very little more. Just because you have reached that particular pinnacle in life, that doesn't mean you should not take advantage of new challenges and seek out new adventures." So in a moment of reckless abandon, you suit up for the game. You get on this crazy merry-go-round we call life and go for it, and by golly, you find you can still make the most of it (get your jollies)."
When you hear this in your head,
"Let's go get online and see if we can get our Jollies." Beware. This is the voice of Satan. If and when you DO hear this voice, I suggest this. Find a relaxing spot, where it is cool and like one reader here was prone to say ...... Chill out dude.
If you are smart, you will follow this advice.
Now I am going to go back to work on my next post. I am working on a piece, which is entitled
"Recreational Vehicle Living Room Body Whipping For The Tied Up." (At the current time I am somewhat conflicted on whether Living Room is one word or two, so that is delaying the posting.)
It will include expressions such as
"Whip me ... Beat Me! Oh woman, make me write bad checks!" But that does
NOT mean that either of these will actually happen.
It is and will be, pure fiction, so don't any of you assume you have to champion for those poor unfortunate souls who are just trying to liven up their dead marriage with SM/BD.
Those poor unfortunates in their sick twisted way who are only trying to spark up the occasional Hum-Drum Saturday Nite at the Cowboy Kampground west of Amarillo. (Good rates and beautiful sunsets, check it out.)
Who knows, it might be the only way they know to get their groove on? Bet you thought I was going to use that "other word." huh?
Watch those right-handers.
BCO
HERE IS A GOOD ONE FOR ALL YOU "TRUTH OR FICTION CRITICS" THIS POST CONTAINS EXACTLY 666 WORDS! (UP TO BCO)
NOW THAT IS KIND OF SPOOKY.
Rubbish.
Quote from BCO: "At first I was confused, at my age (70) ...."
Okay, this explains and excuses any possible offenses. My God, he's 70! I myself am only 69 and therefore responsible for what I say and do. Next month though, I will be 70! I have been telling family for the past year that I am greatly anticipating this next birthday because from that point on I can say and do whatever comes to mind and get an absolute free pass. Everyone--family, newspapers, police, judges, store clerks, etc. will just shake their heads and say, "My God, he's in his 70's." Here's to the joys (or is it jollies) of perceived septuagenarian dementia!
LOL, Lin I been saying what comes to my mind long before the age of 70,if you think it say it that has worked for me but I pissed a lot people off along the way too !!!!!!! ;D and will probably piss a lot people more people off before I am done in this life
Yes, but my point is that once you are 70 you are just so old and "touched" that no one can reasonably hold that behavior against you anymore. Old ladies get even more space. They can run down pedestrians and shoot strangers and still be considered adorably innocent.
Here's some support for my theory:
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/09/08/rather-be-in-jail-70-year-old-man-robs-bank-to-get-arrested-and-away-from-wife-police-say/ (https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/09/08/rather-be-in-jail-70-year-old-man-robs-bank-to-get-arrested-and-away-from-wife-police-say/)
Turning 70 was a great day in my life. Here in sunny Ca. once you reach the age of 70 you are no longer required to serve on jury duty! Not that any self respecting lawyer would accept a retired cop on his jury anyway, the County dutifully sent me a summons at least once a year and I'd waste a day waiting to be excused. The only time I was selected involved a case where the defendant had sicked his pit bull on an officer. When the judge asked the prospective jury if they felt any bias towards the defendant I raised my hand--you see, I'd had the same exact experience with the scar and the weirdly shaped lump in my hand to prove it. The judge couldn't wait to throw me off the jury thereby maintaining my perfect non jury record. Ha!
Jack
The great thing about growing old is you just don't have to care anymore, at least that is, "if'n you don't want to" and most of the time, that is the way I feel about it. You never answered my question Jack, how is the prison bus coming along?Well, I look at the clock on the wall and it is once again, time to increase my nuisance value.
Charlie and his wife Lois (everyone who knows her always call her Giggles) are riding their recently purchased Harley. Every now and then, the jacket that Giggles is wearing flies open in the wind. This of course, does not make her day, she is not a happy camper.
Charlie on the other hand, is doing well, and looking rather stylish in his brand new hankie headgear and recently acquired ear-ring he found at a curio stop outside Franklin, Tennessee.
He is most likely the most stylish assistant manager of all the Dollar Stores in the entire Volunteer State. Dressing for success and riding the ultimate Freedom Machine of the American Highway is a totally new concept, but he embraces it with complete abandon.
Needing fuel, they stop at a Quick Pick just outside of town and it is here that Charlie suggests that Lois reverse the jacket and put the zipper in back. His argument is that it will keep the wind to a minimum and at the same time solve her zipper problem.
She agrees to this because at this time she is more or less frustrated with all of it, and buying a motorcycle was not her idea of fun. This outing comes under that very heading.
Not much fun.
If the TRUTH be known, she would much rather be sitting comfortably at home watching Dancing With The Stars or figuring out which unmarried-twenty-something-cry-baby will get the rose and the secret night in the thatch-covered cabin on the beach (We will save the Safe-Sex lecture for another time).
Meanwhile, tucked over in the corner of the lot, right next to the almost obsolete payphones, sits an ambulance. Van and Willie are working the afternoon shift for the local emergency service.
Van is more than satisfied with his present station in life, he likes being an EMT. He often feels as if it were truly his calling in life.
Willie on the other hand, does not share this particular passion, and he slinks in his seat, eating his Clark bar and wondering if it is too late to sign up for the truck driving seminar at the local junior college.
Charlie and Lois, now all fueled up, mount their heavily financed chrome plated steed and roar out of the Quick Pick in a cloud of smoke and dust. The noise is deafening, after all, we all know that no self righteous Scooter Rat would ride a machine with a muffler attached in any way, shape or manner.
Two miles down the road, they collide with a mini-bus load of elderly people headed to the annual Quaker Quilting Festival just outside of Nashville. This is the exact spot where fun and reality chose to collide, as Giggles would describe it to her girlfriends or her teenage server at the I-Hop later on.
The radio in the ambulance crackles and comes to life, time for action!
Van and Willie are suddenly called into service; they leave out with lights and siren flashing. Down the road they rush to the injured couple.
Arriving on scene in a matter of minutes. We find them setting up and accessing the situation. Van walks over to Willie who is working feverishly on Lois. Willie hearing footsteps looks up briefly and inquires of Van … “How is yours?”
Van replies, “Not bad, broken leg, cuts and scratches. I think he might have lost an Ear-Ring. What is going on with her?”
Willie again looks up and replies, “You got the easy one. This poor gal’s head was completely turned all the way around; I almost never got it straightened out the way it is supposed to be.”
“You want answers?”
“I want the TRUTH!”
“You can’t handle the truth!”
“We live in a world with walls, walls that have to be guarded, who’s going to do that? You Clifford? You Van Hagan? You weep for Santiago, but you curse BoxcarOkie “ …..
Naw, they would never buy this, not in a million years. Watch those Right Handers.
BCO
This post was for entertainment purposes only and no actual bikers were injured during the process of MAKING ALL OF THIS UP and should not be construed under any circumstance as actual fact.
Quote from: eagle19952 on September 07, 2016, 02:18:36 PM
Yes...speaking "as smart as one must be" that mop flops in both directions.....
Okie knows what flame fest may ensue.
I cannot fathom that he does anything without clear calculation and comprehension of the outcome.
Not my cup of tea.Nor a way that i would seek my jollies.
To each his own, reap what you sow etc.
PS just because.
If Don isn't your cup of tea just ignore him,,,,, the very fact that you're commenting on this thread indicates that you are not ignoring him contrary to what you think/say.
The world and America is upside down in trouble right now, if we can't enjoy some humor occasionally then maybe we are part of the overall problem in society, lighten up, Don is a great guy and I'd like to consider him a friend, his writings have always been entertaining to me.
Did you get your porch project completed Don?
Quote from: boxcarOkie on September 12, 2016, 04:16:25 AM
... This poor gal's head was completely turned all the way around; I almost never got it straightened out the way it is supposed to be." ....
One of the best ones ... as good now as it was on Brother Dave Gardner's (Boston's best Southern comedian) 1963 album, but still one of the best ones.
Isn't this story offensive to EMT's!
BTW, how many EMT's does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Quote from: digesterman on September 12, 2016, 05:17:09 AM
If Don isn't your cup of tea just ignore him,,,,, the very fact that you're commenting on this thread indicates that you are not ignoring him contrary to what you think/say.
The world and America is upside down in trouble right now, if we can't enjoy some humor occasionally then maybe we are part of the overall problem in society, lighten up, Don is a great guy and I'd like to consider him a friend, his writings have always been entertaining to me.
Did you get your porch project completed Don?
Thank-you for your thoughts. If mine don't meet your approval...move along.
Congratulations on your clairvoyance skills.
PS their are 4-5 others whose sentiments you chose not to chastise/draw attention to..why is that ?
Don is a fanatic writer,you guys here never had a chance to read Sonnie Grays eulogy Don wrote.it is private or I would post it here, it's hard to describe in words without reading but it is a amazing sincere writing about a dear departed friend of ours
Quote from: Lin on September 12, 2016, 11:20:50 AM
Isn't this story offensive to EMT's!
BTW, how many EMT's does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Three, one to hold the bulb, and two to turn the ladder! ;D
Quote from: luvrbus on September 12, 2016, 01:10:48 PM
Don is a fanatic writer,you guys here never had a chance to read Sonnie Grays eulogy Don wrote.it is private or I would post it here, it's hard to describe in words without reading but it is a amazing sincere writing about a dear departed friend of ours
I am sure he has put his talent to many good uses. :)