Waky tabakeeWell, I used to roll my own... but it weren't tabakee...
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No, but heard about a guy who could roll them with one hand. Also, back in the 70s they had these machines, kind of the size of a card shuffling machine as I recall, and you stuck the tobacco, filters and paper in and cranked out cigarettes. Presumably to save some money.
Funny story lighting cigarette with butane lighter. It was a windy day and I could not keep the flame going with my hand cupped so I turned it up as high as it would go and it shot a flame up my nostril, burning all the nose hairs. Ugh, that is a bad smell!
nonobaddog
Grandmaster
Right - or if you let a butane lighter get real cold in the winter and you have to turn it way up to get it to work and then forget about it until you are all inside and warm. You hit that thing and it flames up like a Saturn V Rocket.
Down in Georgia standing outside Walmart smoking a cigarette in a new flannel shirt.
The fuzzy material lit on my left sleeve and burnt up the sleeve across my back and down my right arm. As this was happening in a nanosecond, an old hillbilly woman was walking by and says "y'alls on fire"
The Laredo rolling machine was pretty handy. Then there were rolling papers called "Camel-flage" They were long like a filtered cigarette and one end was printed brown like a Marlboro. No matter what you rolled., it looked like a regular filtered cigarette from a distance.
or so I am told....
If you could not roll one by hand, driving a stick shift Chevy while balancing an open quart of beer between your legs, you just were not cool.
It seems like just yesterday...
I was buying USA 200 year collectors can 7-Up and pulling the tabs
I thought I would never grow old
I made my first crystal radio with a pin and an actual chunk of Galina (forming a diode) my father gave me and listened to wibc AM
It seemed like I would never get my drivers license
I could fix any consumer product by taking it apart and figuring out what needed replaced
I never thought I'd get out of the restaurant business and have a professional career without any college/degree
I couldn't wait until I was 21
I never thought I'd meet the right girl and marry
I thought would never have my dream car(s)
My wife would still be alive
I never thought I would need guns
I was much happier
I was buying USA 200 year collectors can 7-Up and pulling the tabs
I thought I would never grow old
I made my first crystal radio with a pin and an actual chunk of Galina (forming a diode) my father gave me and listened to wibc AM
It seemed like I would never get my drivers license
I could fix any consumer product by taking it apart and figuring out what needed replaced
I never thought I'd get out of the restaurant business and have a professional career without any college/degree
I couldn't wait until I was 21
I never thought I'd meet the right girl and marry
I thought would never have my dream car(s)
My wife would still be alive
I never thought I would need guns
I was much happier
I was just thinking about my old radio the other day.
Also little transistor radios. Lying in my bed late at night with my radio between my head and the pillow, volume way down, listening to Australians on skip... and then Mr. Godwin or old Bill Holloway would key up a cb or ham mic and blow me out of the covers... lol. Good times!
Remember when women were not made of plastic?
Sorry about the wife. I couldn't imagine that chair empty. When I do I get wimpery. You never know how much you need someone till there gone.
With the window open!
Alternately, the left hand was to hang off the gutter above the door in case hand signals were needed, and the Q of beer had to also stay upright while steering with your right knee.
I once had a tall boy 16oz can of beer open on the motorcycle and had to stop at a light, there was a cop in the next lane to the left, so I made sure the bike leaned to the right to use my right leg to hold it up, while I tippy toed the foot peg to obscure the top of that can. Once had inside pockets on a jean jacket (sister sewed them in) and was on a two lane highway behind a line of cars and half can of beer in the inside pocket. When the oncoming traffic was past I throttled up and passed the line of a half dozen cars with beer spraying out from my flapping jacket.
Oh, BTW I haven't had a drink probably in 20+ years. Not that I went through a program, just got tired of the stuff. I was what would have been classified as an alcoholic at one time.
Ford- 300 I6- 270 hp/ 338 ft lbs of torque with standard hot rod techniques.
But....522 hp/ 597 ft lbs of tq on 13.2 psi of turbo boost....but it looks like it will run at a more realistic 400 hp longer term.
nonobaddog
Grandmaster
Wow!
Those guys put a LOT of great work into that engine. They can rebuild my engines anytime.
I had the opportunity to drive a friends Ford tow truck that had a 300 six. He had adapted a 4 barrel on it and it had a header. A 30 mile drive is not everything, but if I was told it had a large V8, I would have believed it. It really did not matter what gear you started in, let the clutch out and it would chug happily down the road.
As a reminder...
Pro tip: If you get the chance to teach a kid that wants to learn about the outdoors, take it. The impact you can have may be bigger and longer lasting than either of you know at the time.
I had one of those metal Tonka dump trucks. Was ridding it down a relatives steep paved drive way for kicks. I and my step sister were maybe 8-10 years old. She insisted I stopped...I did not.
So she jumps in front of me at the bottom of the drive. I jump off before I get to the very bottom(less I be guilty of running her over) and she tries to grab the truck. It smacked her in the face and she ended up with 12 or so stitches inside her nose(but it did not break it). I was in trouble, but she learned she was not the boss and metal dump trucks to the face at speed hurt.
