Minor Confession Thread

In reply to spitfirebill:

Most work boots have a steel shank and a much harder sole than a hiking boot. I have never had a nail penetrate a work boot sole and I've been working on construction sites for 30 years.

Not sure if this should go in confessions or the good mood thread, I guess the reader can decide.

Is there a better feeling than that feeling when you unexpectedly run into someone who owes you money, and a look of shear fear and terror crosses their face? Ran into an old friend today, quite unexpectedly, and the first look when they realized it was me made my whole week. I don't care about the money, I'm perfectly happy with you being out of my life at this point, but my god does it feel good to know you almost E36 M3 yourself when you see me.

Am I the only one here who's dog pets her owner?

Every thread that asks for something to be named, i.e. "name these wheels," "what's this car called?," etc.

My knee jerk reaction is:

In reply to bigdaddylee82:

When we got a tire machine made in this century, with the little pneumatic ram to shove the sidewall of a tire down below the rim, we instantly named it George.

Think Abominable Snowman and Bugs Bunny.

I ordered header and exhaust this morning. For a car that I bought after work. That will be installed before I ever even really drive it.

And the car is named Kenmore.

In reply to Dusterbd13:

You bought a Volvo 140?

WildScotsRacing wrote: Am I the only one here who's dog pets her owner?

Not dogs but our cats do. One of them pats my wife on the face every morning to wake her up to feed him.

In reply to Dusterbd13:

An appliance

In reply to Knurled:

Nope. White scratch and dent protege5. Absolute appliance.

I'm actually looking for a kenmore badge off a dishwasher or dryer to put on the hatch.

Went to HF today to pick up ear muffs for the kids.

I couldn't find anything (for $10 or under) for myself

Wow, that last batch of chilli must have had A LOT of fiber in it...

In reply to Toyman01:

Good to know. I've poked nails into feet a couple of times. Not fun.

I absent mindedly rev match downshift often enough I noticed a wear pattern in my right shoe from the brake pedal.

I have no idea what "unlocking" a cell phone means.

I also don't care.

I enjoyed identifying an oddball thread form (1 1/4" British Straight Pipe, it turns out) for the machine shop more than anything else I've done at work in the past week.

I've driven a '15 mx5. Still don't like miatas

80 degree evening showers, or apartment parking lot car wash? I'll take latter.

This morning my doctor told me that my blood pressure was a little high, but my liver is fine.

I'll take that trade.

I have a problem. I think the only way to fix it is to block european domains from my browser. The 25 year rule is going to be allowing one of my all time favorite vehicles stateside soon, and I really need to quit drooling over them and conniving ways to afford them. Next year this will be US import legal. And I have to stop. It fills my head with wonderful thoughts dashing through the mud, sending huge rooster tails of gravel flying. This fantasy cannot come to life. It's never good to meet your heroes they say, but knowing it's almost legal. It's too tempting.

I'm aware early iterations are currently available, but a 92 would seal the deal right up for me.

There is a red one I see driving around some times. An awesome little car.

I can't even force myself to give a E36 M3 about Hamilton.

In reply to Woody:

I remember when you could get a good haircut for less than a Hamilton.

Whenever I see that Huckleberry made the most recent post in a thread, I read that thread first.

No homo

My kids and I have been playing Pokemon Go all weekend. Nothing productive accomplished, and I don't really care.