New Year’s post

December 31, 2009

Happy New Year to all. Santa is back home resting up
for next year and it looks like the new year is going
to start out cold. That always makes me think about
upcoming car events so here are a couple.

The HangoverFest scheduled for tomorrow at Cordova has
been cancelled this year due to ice. This is a problem
for the track because they won’t use salt because of
the damage it does to the track. They are already busy
planning the 2011 event.

The 27th Annual Rod & Custom Auto, Motorcycle & Product
show is on for January 22, 23, and 24, 2010. Once again
it will be held at the QCCA Expo Center, 2621 4th Avenue,
Rock Island. For the first time they are having a Military
Day Friday. Just show your military ID and get in free.
Hours are 1-10 pm Friday, 10 am- 10 pm Saturday, and 10 am
to 3 pm Sunday. For more information and some pictures go
here.
Comments are always welcome.

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Changes

December 31, 2009

There are some of us who haven’t been carded in years;
get senior discounts at some restaurants; and get
called sir or ma’am by polite teenagers. We have seen
a lot of changes in our lifetime but sometimes I wonder
if some are for the good. It almost feels like our
society is digging a hole which will be used as a
grave for our morals and for common sense.

When we were growing up we had hobos, bums, and tramps.
Now we have homeless people. We had poor people when
we were growing up but now we have underemployed people.
When we were growing up we had unmarried moms, now we
have single parent households.

When we were growing up there was a stigma concerning
single unmarried girls having babies. Now it is so
commonplace a lot of people see nothing wrong with a
pregnant 16-year-old. That used to be called statutory
rape.

I miss the old 5 and Dime, like Woolworth’s. It seems
like overnight they were replaced by Dollar Stores. On
the subject of stores, it appears to me that no matter
what they call the store, it tries to sell everything.
Remember when grocery stores only sold groceries or
Drug Stores only sold medicine, perfume, and candy?
Now we have groceries in lumber yards and hardware in
grocery stores.

When we were growing up the stores closed at 5 pm and
if you needed something on a Sunday you waited until
Monday morning. Now we can buy everything from candy
to clothing 24 hours a day.

We used to have freedom of religion. I have a sinking
feeling that is evolving into freedom from religion
and I don’t care for that. This is one I hope I’m
wrong about.

Profiling seems to be the new four letter word. It
used to make sense that if all the witnesses said a
tall white guy committed the crime the police looked
for a tall white guy.

I used to wonder if common sense had died but with the
actions of this Congress and House of Representatives,
I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt it is no longer
with us.

And when did we change from “ask not what your country
can do for you, ask what you can do for your country” into
“what’s in it for me?” If what I see on TV is true the
people who think they are owed something for being born
in the greatest country in the world is growing.
Comments are always welcome.


Time waster

December 30, 2009

I think it looks sort of peaceful with the snow falling
today and thought a lighthearted post would be in order.
This will just be a bunch of unrelated jokes, comments,
or thoughts and not intended to offend anyone.

Why not start with a few more weird facts about Iowa?
Did you know Strawberry Point is the home of the world’s
largest strawberry?

Scranton is home to Iowa’s oldest water tower still in
service.

Crystal Lake is home to a statue of the world’s largest
bullhead fish.

Imes Bridge is the oldest of Madison County’s six bridges.

Wright County has the highest percentage of grade-A topsoil
in the nation.

Iowa’s only operating antique carousel is located in the city
of Story City.

The National Balloon Museum in Indianola chronicles more than
200 years of ballooning history.

Now for some blonde jokes.
She Was So Blonde….

– At the bottom of an application where it says ‘sign here’
she wrote”Sagittarius”.
– She took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.
– She sent a fax with a stamp on it.
– She told me to meet her at the corner of “WALK” and “DON’T
WALK”.
– She tried to sort M&Ms alphabetically.
– She sold her car for gas money.
– When she went to the airport and saw a sign that said,”airport
left” she turned around and went home.
– When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home,
She moved.
– She thought if she spoke her mind, She’d be speechless.
– She thought that she could not use her AM radio in the evenings.

Here’s a sermon an unknown Mom won’t forget anytime soon-

This particular Sunday sermon….’Dear Lord,’ the minister began,
with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his
upturned face. ‘Without you, we are but dust…’ He would have
continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was
listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill
little four year old girl voice, ‘Mom, what is butt dust?’

And lastly, a worthless fact that will never come up during a
conversation-
race car spelled backwards is race car.

Comments are always welcome.


A different post

December 29, 2009

Recently we had a pleasant experience dealing with a
local company online and thought we’d mention it today.
For our anniversary the wife got me a DVD. It is of the
Hunnert
Car Pileup 2009.
It was only 15 bucks plus shipping and
arrived two days after being ordered online.

After watching the 90 minute video of rat rods, traditional
rods, and old school customs, we’re hooked. A lot of
uncorked headers don’t hurt either. We have decided
that our favorite car is a ’60 Chevy wagon gasser that
has to be seen and heard to be believed.

There are a lot of neat things for sale on the website
Vintage Torque.
The other videos run 3 to 4 hours long, but if they are
anything like the one we recieved it would be worth it
to buy them. You can even get some Rat Fink stuff
for you collection.

The owner also sent along some flyers about the Vintage
Torque Fest and asked me to pass them along. After seeing
a short clip of last year’s event on the Pileup video we
are already making plans to be at the Farley Speedway on
May 1, 2010. It just looks like too much fun to pass up.

All proceeds from the event go to Helping Hannahs Heart. She is a little girl with a heart condition and the website tells an interesting story.
Comments are always welcome.


Did you ever?

December 27, 2009

I finally got a short break after sweeping and shoveling
several inches of global warming. Al Gore should count his
blessings he doesn’t live here and its the Christmas season.
I have a habit of sweeping the walks, alley, and driveway,
at around 5 am. I’m up anyway and think it’s a good way to
get the circulation going. The problem I have is when I
forget and fire up the snowblower that early. Some people
have no sense of humor. Hopefully the protesters pictured
above will leave soon.

On a day like today when we were out and about earlier gets
me wondering about things other than cars. At a time when
technology lets us watch TV and take pictures with our cell
phones; why can’t somebody invent a heated roadbed that is
affordable for cities to purchase?

At a time when the kids can watch TV in our vehicles and
we can get emails on our TVs; why is the flu still as big
a problem as it is?

At a time we can hold conferences over our home phones with
several people, listen to digital radio on TVs, and have 24
hour access to news; how can the local paper miss such a
snafu and the one that was in the Vineyard of Hope article.

And when we can brew 10 cups of coffee in 5 minutes, or
microwave a ham in 20; how come it takes so long to get our
license plates renewed? Okay, this one is car related but
I am a car guy.
Comments are always welcome.


Poem repost

December 25, 2009

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts…

To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said, “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.
“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘ Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘ Nam ‘,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.”
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue… an American flag.
“I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”

“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

Merry Christmas to all the men and women defending
our rights.


Merry Christmas

December 23, 2009

We want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.