I hear all of the time that people are “doing it the traditional way”. No, you’re building an unsafe artcar. What people fail to realize with this Ratrod movement is, the hot rodders “back in the day” concentrated on the mechanics first and would get to the aesthetics as time and money allowed. They wanted nice looking cars, not rolling outhouses.
Three things Vance always had for you were big smiles, bad jokes and great stories. He was as stubborn as a two-assed mule, but he was always interested in what you had to say…..unless you happen to mention only consuming cigarettes, soda and potato chips wasn’t a good idea for someone in their eightieth decade on this planet.
One of three things is probably happening about now: One, you’re curled up in the corner, rocking back and forth and mumbling something akin to, “Mommy, stop the bad man from hitting me with his words!” Two, the sudden gasp and spike in blood pressure has produced a pink froth in the corner of your mouth while you b*tchslap the keyboard like it owes you money as you wish death and pestilence on my manhood.
With regard to the photos of your dinner: Please stop posting these. Seriously. I mean, any fucktard with even the most basic communication skills can place an order in a restaurant. It’s not something to be bragging about. (“Looky what done happened! I gots food.”) In fact, I’d venture to