Dragonslayer

Hey i get that and agree. There are a lot of things I like and probably an equal number of things I don't like. No disrespect meant to those thAt disagree with me I'm just stating my opinion. For instance: White walls...Just not a fan Ape hangers..Not AN image I want to alien with Nazi helmets as motorcycle helmet .... wouldn't dare Brain bucket... Love my brain intact too much Offensive artwork, graphics, stickers , patche, t-shirts and emblems.... don't need angry people chasing me. Just not my style. I agree that the world is made up of a wide range of opinions and I am entitled to mine. Not saying just saying.

Great minds think alike.

I respectfully disagree.

OH NO, now I will have that visual stuck in my head all day.

We got.....NOT A SINGLE FLAKE:nanner:

I almost wished I was there sharing this experience with you, but sounds like fun

Blow Blow Blow as hard as you can! You can't hit me, I'm the Dragonslaying man.:nanner:

In my earlier days before becoming a Dragonslayer I was known to be the neighborhood bird and squirrel slayer . Until the neighbor complained about a bb hole dead center of his plate glass picture window. It took a whole summer of grass cutting before I paid that window off. Then there was the time the kids on my street and I built a tree house fort in the woods that separated the adjoining neighborhood from ours. The path to school went through those woods right under our tree house. Since our fort commanded the path we started to collecting lunch money tributes to use the path. The alternative route was a long walk about a mile to circumvent the fort guarded path. At first we defended the path with water balloons until someone retaliated with a bb shot catching Sidney in the knuckle of his bird finger. I remember that knuckle swelled up about the size of a large grape. The war was on. The school was replacing a bunch of school desk so there was a pile of the old desk in the back of the school. We robbed all the Formica covered desk tops and armored our fort with them making the fort bb gun proof. We suited up baseball catchers padding and motorcycle helmets and shields making us bullet proof. Stockpiling an arsenal bb guns, pine cone launchers, water balloons and m80, We were in control of the territory. The war raged on for about four years. During that time we collected enough tributes that would rival the Knights templar treasury. Sidney bought an old Norton commando and later became a motorcycle cop.Jimmy Ed bought a lawn mower and had a successful landscaping business going until he got shipped off to military school. I parlayed my share into a paper route that eventually paid for my Honda 750 by the time I was 16. No one ever picked on us in school.

How the heck could you know that this far in advance?

Oh yea .....I forgot.....peeing on the electric fence... Not advised.

Oh where do I begin? Digging a cave out of a dirt bank for our fort. It had about a ten foot tunnel that lead into a open room that was about 10' x 10' x 10'. It took us about a week to dig it. The night after we finally got it finished it rained real hard. The first day we showed up to play in it it had caved in leaving a sink hole deep enough to bury a VW in. It probably would have been a sad day if it had caved in while we were digging it. Then there was the time our smoking club burnt about 20 acres of woods down playing with fire. And the front yard burnt igniting model cars with gas. Four years of BB gun wars against the kids in the next neighborhood. Riding bicycles across a raging creek ravine on a 2x4. Skipping school to hitch hike to Lodge Lake to swim and swing on the rope swing. One kid broke his neck and died when he forgot to let go of the rope and swung back and hit the tree. Hitch hiking to Daytona for Spring break with nothing more than a pair of cut offs,tennis shoes, a tee shirt and $5 in our pocket......... Actually that turned out to be a great thing. Jumping a freight train from Decatur, Georgia and riding it to Virginia then hoping another one back. Then there was that night Stephanie M died in my lap when I rolled up on the overturned VW her drunk boyfriend had been driving. Being minutes away from being in the car on the joyride when Bart M died on Sheridan Road. May 7, 1970 having a150 mph combined impact head on collision between my Honda 750 and a 1969 Pontiac Bonneville. I'm sure I could go on but the memories are still too vivid, both good and bad.

In one of my past lives I was known as psycho dad when I declared war on the squirrels. Just think how much damage I could've done iffin I had Puc's arsenal. Just think I could have exticnted the squirrel species for the betterment of mankind. Just think what a better place the world would've been.

Better known as the Vogel State park thingy. BEARS BEWARE

Been there done that red rock country. I'm surprised you didn't mention the vortex on that big rock in the second picture. When I was there that is what everyone was talking about.

This could not be any truer. This guy has got it nailed.

I know, sometimes my memory, like the old gray mare, ain't what it used to be. I did make a movie of it and maybe one day I'll finish writing the book.

That whole story was told here back in 2008. Tx2Sturgis even did a pod cast with me describing all the adventures on that trip. There were many great stories such as: Santa Fe to Tucumcari on a May Pop Metzler Angel Fire Can a man from Atlanta get a drink around here? Kansas tried to kill me, again OPPS, was that me snoring? Or Where did everybody go? Amarillo by morning Racing Herbie from Amarillo for the Iron Butt patch Breakfast with the Moskokie, Oklahoma City Council A man from Nebraska made a motorcycle from a Maytag Bad times in the Badlands Grasshoppers the size of stinger missiles A National Forest with no trees Amongst others.

All I know is the only time I have had a deer jump in front of me when I was on a bike was when I was riding on the Blue Ridge parkway. There was thousands of deer along the side of the road that seemed to be used to vehicles and motorcycles going by. The one time it seemed like one was to close to the side of the road and I honked at it to scare it off instead of running off it jumped right in front of me. JUST SAYING.

The pic with the sun rays coming through the surrounding clouds reminded me of the day spent riding through the Taos Canyon in New Mexico back in 2008. I rode all day in the sunlight with storms going on all around me. I never got a drop of rain on me. That was right before finding the dead body in the creek pool along side the road. That was one of the adventure stories of my 2008 epic road trip.

Not really, just kidding.

I wasn't aware there was such things as Glass engines. I'd never seed one. But it would be cool watching everything in there spinning around while you was zooming down the road.I'm dizzy now.

11 Puc, Once again, you made me laugh when I needed it the most. I get that the party is as much fun as the game. But, my feelings of melancholy are a little deeper this year than most. This is not a good state of affairs for a Master Dragon slayer such as myself. It’s not so much that I’m a real die hard sports fan because, I’m really not. And, truth be told, the first game I watched this year was the Falcons beating Green Bay for the 2016 NFC Championship. But, when they did beat Green Bay and the Falcons were finally going to the Super Bowl after 19 years of not doing so, I couldn’t help but jump on the band wagon. I’m not ashamed of running out and buying all the team paraphernalia like a diehard fan. And I am only slightly embarrassed by the amount of time, energy and money spent over the past two weeks rallying for the cause and waving the Falcon’s flag. Because after all, I am still only one of the ten native Atlantans left in this gridlocked crime infested city. And wanting to root for the hometown team is only natural I guess. I also realize that as for last night’s game, it came down to the coin toss at the beginning of the sudden death period. I do believe with all of my heart that in my opinion had the Falcon’s won that coin toss and elected to receive we would have rallied and marched the ball down the field for a win. So when it was all said and done and the fat lady sang it boiled down to a coin toss. How can anyone be mad about the results of a coin toss?The loss of the game was due to a 50/50 game of chance. It’s just the fate of O’le Lady Luck. My state of devastation, depression and melancholy is not so much a result of the loss of the game, but at my own over-exuberant stupidity.You see not being a big Lady Ga Ga fan, rather than watching the half time show I thought I would spend the time wisely and run a quick errand to the shop next door to where I was watching the game. This later became the source of my regret. Your Troubled Friend, Bob PS, The Chili cook off was another matter all together. That contest was rigged.

Not only did I not win the chili cook off with my hickory smoked venison sausage chili but the DIRTY BIRDS had victory snatched out of their talons from the New England Patriots. I'm pissed and going to bed now. I guess I'll have to wake up tomorrow and find another reason to live. In the words of Scarlett O Hara, "Tomorrow is another day"

That's right "General Beauregard Lee " did predict an early Spring but, what else could he do it was near 70° again today. He also predicted that the Atlanta Falcons would beat the New England Patriots 41to 21 in the Super Bowl this Sunday. Not saying, just saying. It is also true that he is lured out of his hutch each year by hash browns served by the Waffle House, scattered, smothered and covered.

Just for you, I'm OK if you use my title of GDaddy. :ice_awesome-vi46644f