Tim W. SoCal

"Lies!", she cries as she eats her french fries, hoping they won't increase the size of her thighs, because she loves their flavor and they were whim buys.

Ones and twos plus three and four, I could go on but won't bore you more.

I have to agree with each and every one of the above posts, plus in the same vein, I REALLY enjoy the dreaming, scheming, imagining, researching, planning and acquiring (or finding in my stash) kits and aftermarket parts (plus hopefully soon-to-be self made 3D printed) for present and future builds. I still need to learn how to produce the artwork for custom decals so I can have a vendor such as STS print them for me. I am also a member of the San Diego Model Car Club, but due to my work schedule, can't attend the monthly meetings, which I miss terribly. That being said, it looks like I have about seven more years until I can retire and play my music and build model cars pretty much full time. I just hope I have enough time left on this earth after that to achieve my dreams...

Fun things we enjoyed in our youth become sorely missed activities that we're not physically capable of doing any longer as our minds stay young but our bodies grow older.

If you earn your living in any industry with any kind of evolving technology, you're NEVER done with school...

Back in 1983, friends called in a favor on me to do tech inspections at the VW Magazine sponsored "Bug In"s at Orange County International Raceway (OCIR). I wasn't really interested in VW drag racing and had refused them in doing this job a couple of times before. Anyway, one of the first orders-of-business on race day was to enter the event staff's "Oil Down Pool", predicting the number of race track oil exposure clean-ups that would delay racing during the day. My guess was 22, thinking that these dumb Bugs would be exploding engines or clutches left-and-right as they launched. Not only was I TERRIBLY wrong on the reliability of race-bug engines, I was AMAZED and impressed by the vast number of 12 second street bugs that went down the track.

with Marilyn Monroe

Sometimes units of measurement for money vary widely from nation to nation throughout the world, for example, I'm a multi-millionaire in obsolete devalued Mexican pesos from the seventies.

and psychedelic pachyderms

Gunships, also known as "Angels of Death" are military aircraft which are heavily armed and are instruments of close-air support.

Where did you get the injected 426 from? Some of my future projects are the '66 H.U.G. and converting the current H.U.G. kit into the '68 version, one with an injected 426 and one with a supercharged 426. (I have 4 of the misboxed MPC 38418 kits in my stash)

Been there.... Rib injuries are TORTURE! Take it easy, Bill, until you're comfortable walking around, twisting and bending again, don't let the pain get to a point where you can't inhale.

Yeah, "It's not MY house, so why should I care? I'm just a lowest-bid contractor anyway..."

at Fillmore West

dating back to the wondrous days of yesteryear, gasoline was 36 cents a gallon, model car kits were $2.00, Hot Wheels cars were a dollar, candy bars were 10 cents and a bottle of soda cost a quarter, then you got a nickel back for the bottle deposit

surveillance devices to

Moby and her brother Toby sailed on a catamaran made by Hobie

Yep, that method worked for a LOT of situations in my old world, too... Occasionally you just needed "to have a little chat" with the offending party and they would straighten up, recognizing that more pain would be inflicted if they didn't. Nowadays, that practice will get you fired, arrested and probably sued...

Actually, I wrote in all capital letters "SOME S*!THEAD THINKS IT'S FUNNY TO RETURN OLD PARTS IN NEW BOXES" on the box and had a conversation with the Parts Dep't director when I got back to the shop, presenting them with the box and used part A memo was issued to all Parts personnel to open and the boxes on all returned parts and inspect the contents.

On a road call this morning, I had to change the headlight dimmer switch that mounts on top of the steering column in a vehicle for work today. I removed the old, faulty switch, opened the clean, new box that replacement switch came in, which was issued by our Parts Department, to find an old, broken, just as faulty switch inside. This is about the 4th or 5th time something like this has happened to me in the last 3 months or so... It seems that we have a clown at work that thinks it is funny to return an old, worn out part in the clean, new box that his replacement part came in to the parts department, knowing it will be issued to another Service Tech. Fortunately, I had another dimmer switch in my service truck parts inventory...

remember going to the Led Zeppelin "The Song Remains The Same" concert movie and getting a contact high from just breathing inside the movie theater

to cover her

Those were the days, but maybe they weren't

I got a couple of cherry crullers for my wife and a couple of maple crullers for myself.

but they keep