GoofyIsAsGoofyDoes
If it’s still here tomorrow… I may ignore it again
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- Jan 20, 2007
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Interesting…You are an inscrutable enigma.
That precisely how I list my profession on my business cards.
You’re welcome.Which of course made me take a look.
(Haven't in a long while.)
I’m a supporter of the right to arm bears, myself…Nah. I think I'd go on the "Short sleeve shirts for everyone!" slogan.
It ties right in with your 2nd amendment "The right to bare arms".

Not true… never had any in the first place, so technically they can’t be gone.Going... goingggg.... goingggggg.... gone!
We did a good bit of that stuff as well.Oh, the good ol' days.
We used to lay down...
on the platform behind the backseat rest and the rear window.
We didn't wear seatbelts... there weren't any!
For a good while we also had a platform that had supports which hooked across the backs of the front seat and covered over the whole backseat and the foot wells. It basically turned the back of the car into a big playpen/rumpus-room. If there were seat belts, they were buried under that platform and probably stuffed under the seat back so as not to interfere with all the rough housing my brother and I were into during the long road trips.
Once we got a bit older, my dad bought a pickup with a cap on the back of it. We through a hunk of carpet down and stuck a cot in the back for the seating. The spare tire wouldn’t fit the under-carriage carrier so that was just stored loose in the back as well. We’d fold up the center legs of the cot and shove the tire under that as the middle support and to get it out of our way. By any modern standards, this would have been considered a death-trap, and yet we’d climb in the back and go gallivanting hither and yon up and down the east coast and over serpentine mountain roads without even a second thought.
By my count…I know. But then I wanted to throw you a curve ball
to see what you'd do with it.
It was a swing and a miss.
It’s on my to-do-list.Do yourself a favour.
Go watch all three Godfathers.
Along with entirely too many other things, if I’m being truthful
Google Maps is near as good as an atlas for entertainment.I've done that too. But not since the internet came around.
Or at least, not as much.
I’ll pick a random spot, zoom in and start perusing. I spend a lot of time saying: “hummm… wonder where that road goes?”
When I’m reading road-trip TR’s in particular I nearly always have a browser window opened up to maps so I can follow along.