Kindling maker

Has a human ever sunk four sets of claws into you while you were alseep? :(

No, but not for a lack of trying. Maybe you knew Cynthia?

Reminds me of Barbara Jenkins. I finally had to teach her the joys of doing it face down. Then she only clawed the pillows to ragged debris rather than my back. Ive still got scars 25 yrs later

The methodology of the left has always been:

1. Lie
2. Repeat the lie as many times as possible
3. Have as many people repeat the lie as often as possible
4. Eventually, the uninformed believe the lie
5. The lie will then be made into some form oflaw
6. Then everyone must conform to the lie

Rocky would have been insulted!

"Michael A. Terrell" on Thu, 03 Jan 2013

12:34:10 -0500 typed in rec.crafts.metalworking the following:

two sets, and occasionally cold hands or feet!

tschus pyotr

Did you kick her out of bed?

Why? Cold feet don't hurt ya...when they're dangled over your shoulders. Hey, remember the ankle straps over the seatbacks in the old VW bugs? Time to play "doctor", sweetie.

Been there...done that..repeatedly...Every time I see a Bug...Im told I get a little misty eyed......sniff.....

The methodology of the left has always been:

1. Lie
2. Repeat the lie as many times as possible
3. Have as many people repeat the lie as often as possible
4. Eventually, the uninformed believe the lie
5. The lie will then be made into some form oflaw
6. Then everyone must conform to the lie

All I remember about them was being in one when a semi blew it off the road when I was 14. It was one of the worst peices of crap I ever rode in.

My dad had bought it new a few months before, and traded it in on a '63 Catalina convertible when we got home from that trip.

The early beetles were a bit..underpowered..but by the late

1960s....we were turning them into pretty fast and dependable little fun cars. Lots of American kids on the Autobahns in Germany managed to not only keep up with Herr Burgomeister..but leave him behind in a trail of blue smoke

Hell..Ive built and driven the shit out of a number of 1800cc and

2100cc bugs that would cruise all day at 90 mph and comfortably.

Gunner

The methodology of the left has always been:

1. Lie
2. Repeat the lie as many times as possible
3. Have as many people repeat the lie as often as possible
4. Eventually, the uninformed believe the lie
5. The lie will then be made into some form oflaw
6. Then everyone must conform to the lie

A Pontiac clipped the rear of my VW on the Interstate and sheared off the fender. I changed the tire and drove home, but his front suspension was wrecked.

It was a brand new 1966 bug. We had it less than three months, and I never wanted to ride in one again let alone drive one.

That Catalina was hit broadside by a Rainbow Bread truck (A full sized stepvan), knocked sideways two lanes and didn't even get a scratch in the new paint. I was doing 45 when the moron wandered out of his lane & hit me hard enough to send me into the curb.

They had their strengths and weaknesses and took some time to get used to, but they weren't nearly as challenging as touring on a motorcycle.

+1

I was in the back of a VW micro bus going across the SF Bay bridge when a good sized gust came side-long at us. Instantly, we were 45 degrees or more tilted and in the next lane. I've never been as scared in my life, and have never been in another one. I hate VWs with a passion. I don't know which is worse: the high-pitched whistles coming from their exhaust systems, the deep thuds coming from the heads bouncing off their jugs because their headbolts weren't torqued, or watching their occupants pumping the brakes because they haven't had them adjusted. I've seen more VWs on the side of the road on fire because they fail to replace fuel lines. The good news is that mostly liberals (and other insane people) drive them.

Atta Boy, Dad! We had a '61 Sunliner convertible so Mom didn't have to drive the Austin Healey he autocrossed. She hated manny trannies.

Um, I think he was -not- speaking figuratively and the semi's wind physically blew them off the road.

But assuredly -not- safely. My '62 Corvair convertible was steady as a rock and quieter than Mom's Lincoln at 100mph on the freeway. The Chippie I bought it from had put a 100# bag of sand in the trunk and a new top on it before I bought it. I purely loved that vehicle.

My dad decided he wasn't going to wait.

Yes, and almost into a road construction vehicle. We missed a head on collison by inches. It was the only time I ever heared my mother curse.

I had forgot about the fires. My dad did have a second VW in the later '80s. He drove it a few weeks before the fuel line fell off and set the thing on fire. That was before I moved to Florida, and found a few engine parts in the barn and asked what they were for. He turned red and told me that another VW had tried to kill him. He didn't have much better luck with a Toyta based Dolphin RV that caught fire on him with it sitting next to the house. he jumped in and drove it out into a field and let it burn, while hoseing down the grass. We were too far from town for a fire truck to get there in time to save anthing from it. That caught fire from a defective propane water heater. Then he found out that there was a recall on those heaters.

That Catalina was built like a tank, and was a true Pontiac "Wide Track". You could lay down in the trunk, and not touch either side. You could have carried a full sized matteres in there. :)