Got up yesterday at 4am. Packed up my truck and got on the road at 5:20. Little different this time. Just me and Hershey, so we’re driving the truck down instead of the RV. Ugh…That means one night in a hotel. I ain’t got a problem with hotels in general, cause I’ve stayed in a million of them. But usually we stay in RV parks and don’t have to worry about unloading all the stuff out of the vehicle. Along with the fact that it takes the whole element of fun out of camping, grilling a steak, and eating your own food. Not to mention being able to use your own bathroom etc while on the road. Anyway, enough of the sentimental horseshit. Here are some thoughts that passed through the cranial space inhabited by my brain….
I am not a morning person. It was an astonishing display of athleticism and courageous grit to get my ass out of bed this morning. Alright. Horseshit. That’s a little too dramatic. Let me bottom line it-I. Am. Not. A. Morning. Person. Moving on….
The Left Lane. WTF?? What is the deal folks? People lolly gag in the left lane like a sumbitch. TOTALLY oblivious to the SLOWER TRAFFIC KEEP RIGHT signs. Sadly, the driving skills, and wherewithal of people on the road here in America, are in a rapid decline. Wake up, America. Drive Friendly. Share the road. And if you ain’t driving fast, get your ass out of the left lane. To the younger readers of this blog-I meant that in a good, Christian Way. Moving on.
I want to take the time to thank the officer who pulled me over this afternoon and giving me a warning. Seems I had the proverbial pedal to the metal. It was a good time, though. We talked for 15 minutes about hunting, etc. on the side of the road. Thank you and stay safe out there.
Here’s one for you..What in the living hell is the deal with gas pumps shutting down at $75 bucks?? Really? Is that on the credit card end? Or the gas pump end? Kind of frustrating to have to reswipe your damn card again and start all over. Sumbitch. $75 clams don’t get you much gas these days. And no…I see a lot of things in my future. Driving a damn Prius ain’t one of em.
I drive a Chevy truck. I love the truck. Love it. I just wanna know what the engineers were smoking/drinking when they came up with the 5.3 motor. On top of that the damn thing is geared so damn high it’s ridiculous. Wake up, Chevy. The DuraMax is a beast. Total bad ass. But do me a favor…Shitcan the 5.3 liter. It sucks ass.
Tomorrow is Friday. Deer season starts Saturday. I’m looking forward to it. It will be interesting to see how our deer have done over the last year. We are still in a drought, although we got a few inches of rain here and there.
New shirts and caps coming soon. Stay tuned.
Don’t forget to vote! Use your brain and pick the candidate that you feel can lead this great country of ours in the right direction.
Before I shut down for the night I want to say RIP to Brad Armstrong. I held this man in a very high regard. Smooth… One word… Smooth. That was Brad. European style, Japan style, American, Luche Libre style. Brad could do absolutely everything. Great fire. Brad was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Funny, no, scratch that. Hilarious. That’s what Brad was. Giving and unselfish. A-1 psychology. A pro’s pro. Brad could go any night, any where, with the best in the world. And he would always shine…Very well liked. And highly respected by all.