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I like the Rolls/Mercedes story. Mine is Porsche. I tried to buy a Porsche 911 when
I got tenure. I visited the dealer and loooked and looked at it. They were uninterested. I asked if I could sit in it to check the driving position. NO!! "You can drive it when you buy it". No, I said, I don't need to drive it, just check the sitting position. "NO!" So I left and came back a few hours later with a certified check to them for the sticker price plus tax. I showed it to them and they STILL said "NO". Amazing! So I bought a Corvette. They had let one of my students drive me around in it ... I demurred as it had been a few years since I drove a stick shift. But ... this was a dealer in St. Louis, across the street from the then-factory. Our local dealer had acted very snooty too, but would have sold me an automatic, just not a stick shift. I sold the vette 12 years later and paid for a month long vacation in Papua New Guinea with the proceeds (sold privately to a porn dealer!) |
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When I got the EK,that was before I had my stroke, B4 I fell/was pulled down my back stairs by a VERY exuberant Dobermann,& screwed up my meniscus & quadricept, & I just WAS almost as strong as a bear... When I was10-11, I could pick up my mom, plant her on my hip, & grin at her as she squalled for me to "Put Me DOWN !!", as I stomped thru the house... She'dfuss & fume,I'djust grin at her & go,"Aww, Winifred,HUSH !" If me, my dad,or my sister ever called her "Winifred", that was sort of HER cue to pay attention to what we were saying...If we called her "Winnie", she paid almost no attention at all, but "Winifred", she'd straighten up & fly right. Her best buddy always called her "Winifred" if she wanted Mama to pay attention, guess that's where WE picked it up from... That little girl, Bethany, that I ran around with, she had a Father, but not a Daddy, he apparently NEVER ever"Woolled" her,, I'd sling her over my shoulder, while simultaneously smackin' her on her Behind.., singing,"Oh-Wee oh, Oh-WEE-Oh.. She ate that kind of stuff up..She's 25 now, too big for me to horse around with, & ever since I boogered my knee up,I never know when it is gonna show its arse,& just collapse... Bethany has 2 young 'uns, a boy who's 4, & a girl who's 2 & a half, despite how much I'd LOVE to"Rough House" w/them, I wouldn't try for fear of possibly hurting them...It AIN'T worth it...
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When I was a Kid, I was strong enuf to basically do ANYTHING I wanted to. Would carry 2 hay/straw bales-One in each hand when we were putting up hay. Actually, carrying one in each hand like that was easier than trying to handle just one. The only time I ever really "Overloaded" myself was when I picked up a 289 Ford "Short block" motor. But I came by being strong fairly honestly-My Dad had no idea how strong HE really was. I don't remember my dad EVER "White-Eyeing" on ANYTHING. He basically had NO idea of how strong he REALLY was.
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