Ramble

Sitting here, drinking a coffee, listening to rain on my roof, just another day.

What can I ramble on about. Not the fast approaching end of the show season where the teary good-byes are more frequent than falling leaves. Certainly not the political scene as we don't write about that or septic systems, sports and religion.

How about the rise in the amount of trailered vehicles that showed up at Car Shows this past season. Maybe I will later, during the winter months when we all need a good laugh and I need to vent for a page or more.

Or there is always the liars club, that comment at shows, about how they are there for the recognition not the trophy. Recognition, really, who the fuck are you kidding. Every time you get "recognized" you could be in a Viagra commercial, for being the most erect prick known to modern man. Better still are the ones that go to the little shows where the major players are not, to garner the big trophies that they couldn't get normally, only to later comment on what a nice show it was. Duh. Of course it is, you just stole a 1st class trophy with a 2nd class effort. You just got your ass kissed. At least wipe the lip balm off your butt before bed.

The ones that kill me are the ones that over the years have increased the actual amount of work they performed while telling stories about building their respective vehicles. Please, I know a manicure when I see it. I know the difference between a working mans callus as opposed to a golf grip blister. I especially enjoy your limp dick handshake that makes my hand smell like some fucking cream made to cure a feminine hygiene issue.

Oh heavens, I am being politically incorrect and have offended someone. Perhaps now they realize how offensive their behavior has become to us and the hobby.

Stay tuned, you never know whats next.