Monday, December 25, 2006
It's all about integration!
Happy New Year...Julie & I will have a LOT to write about!
Rosita and Pedro
Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.
Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do Weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.
"But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita.
Please, corazoncito, just once, do Weeweechu with me."
Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do Weeweechu."
Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....
"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."
Sunday, December 03, 2006
I've already added a performance intake & exhaust kit, plus some sharp chrome vent rings inside for a bit of bling. I changed the oil & I'm exited to get her on the road & really make her mine. For more photos, just click the title above for my slideshow!
Everyone is asking; it stickered at over $24k...I paid half that. For what is essentially, a 5 year old new car.
Wanna go for a ride?!
Sunday, November 12, 2006
NASCAR History Tour
Jules & I dropped the top on the Miata and headed from the Piedmont (the "flat" area of the state where we live; the Charlotte area) and went up through the Foothills (rolling hills) to the Mountains (if you need an explanation of that...). In about an hour, we were joining up with the Blue Ridge Parkway and got some great seat time in. Check out these pics...
On our way home, we drove through Wilkesboro, NC, home of the legendary North Wilkesboro Speedway, scene of countless NASCAR duels dating back to 1947. The final NASCAR race was held there in September of 1996.
The track has fallen into a sad state of dis-repair. Paint is peeling. The grounds are littered with un-raked leaves (it's Fall now). It simply feels old and abandoned. I got to drive up to the edge of the track and snap a few photos through the fence. In fact, that's what is blocking a portion of the one shot as I tried to put the camera through the chain links.
There is now a group of fans who are trying their best to save the old girl. You can see their work at SaveTheSpeedway.net. Despite the shape of the track, it was pretty neat to see her and to drive along "Speedway Road" thinking how many times Richard Petty, Dale Earnhardt & others drove that same winding path to this legendary track.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
I LOVE Charlotte...here's why...
I was waiting at the baggage claim, a dozen of us there in our Petty shirts & jackets. I'm on the phone with the Mrs, when I look to my right and saw a man there sitting down... I recognized him, but didn't think much since I was on the phone. I looked back later & it hit me; it's Jack Sprague, the NASCAR truck series racer from Grand Haven, MI (where I used to live).
Ha, how cool is this city?!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Ultrasound pics. Yep, that's his penis!
Check out this MySpace Slideshow!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Her pants were hermetically sealed to her ass!
Then she appears.
This waitress is tall, damn close to 6 feet, I'd bet. Freakishly thin arms. A waist to make Mary-Kate Olsen jealous. Dye-job blonde hair, short. Far too tan.
And the pants.
I didn't even notice them the first few times she walked past. It wasn't until she took the drink order from the 2 girls at the table next to us when she stopped there & had her hind-end at table height from us. That's when I saw it: the pants went squarely UP her ass-crack. Painted on. Hermetically sealed against her anus.
For the rest of dinner, all we could do was stare at her each time she walked past: ass snugly encased in black pants so tight that there MUST have been Camel Toe from the front. Really, that's what we got from our angle: a Reverse Camel Toe.
As we were cashing out our check with the waiter from Michigan, I made a comment to him about her. "I know you've looked...we did too...those PANTS of hers!" He paused, smirked, looked around to check if he was safe then said...
"She's a stripper."
We cracked up rolling over on each other it was so funny! Of COURSE she's a stripper. And apparently, judging by the fact that she's working at Applebees on a Wednesday evening, not a particularly GOOD stripper at that.
But those pants. Damn!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Like every good Moby tune, 149 beats per minute sound pretty good here.
Simply click the link to listen or right click & you can save this very short .mp3 file!
Our Kid's Hearbeat!