Tim W. SoCal

on her shotgun

when Ellie Mae

the middle of

Synonymous phrases like "long, loud, stinky farts" and "acute intestinal gas" describe what a good friend of mine was stricken with, and we all suffered the effects from, every time he ate at Taco Bell, which was quite frequently.

This reminds me of a situation I witnessed: A guy I went to school with (Willie) was the 3rd generation at his family's auto repair shop. Their shop was sponsoring a training seminar and I arrived a couple of hours before closing time to help Willie set up. A cocky, young cold-call salesman comes into the shop and asks the tech working in the first stall (John - Willie's Dad)) to connect him with the owner. John asks the salesman to go into the office and schedule an appointment because the owner is very busy. The salesman persists to the point of DEMANDING to see the owner. John replies "I AM the owner, and as you can see, I'm very busy working on my customer's car." The salesman retorts "Well, you can't be very successful if you're the owner and you're still working on cars!" To that, John responded "Well, young man, as the owner of this business, I can do what ever makes me happy and what makes me happy is working on cars, so, if you would, leave me your business card so I can call your employer and let them know how rude and disrespectful you are to potential clients and then you can get of my property and tell your employer NEVER to send anyone here again!"

Irrefutable proof that we need more Jay Lenos in this country...

because Ellie Mae

Fries with chili-cheese or carne asada are very common in my little corner of the U.S, close to Mexico, but you can't find REAL nachos anywhere.

Apparently, you should only say "Look at you, you've gotten so big!" to kids. Adults tend to get offended...

The price good men and women pay for apathy and indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men and women.

Now we're getting shorter days, longer nights and cooler weather because Autumn 2025 has arrived.

and become a

Them 'uns over there took all the moonshine and all we got was the used up mash.

This cost our local (at the time) dealer any future business, plus professional tech recommendations NOT to patronize their Service Dept. Took new car in for 2nd oil change, was contacted and told the cabin air filter needed replacement,but no price was mentioned. I thought, basic job, should be less than $75.00... I authorized the job. Billed $55.00 for the cabin air filter and 1 hour labor. After picking up the car and recovering from the sticker shock, I found a youtoob video for the cabin air filter replacement on this car. The video, with no breaks or cuts, showed the job took less than 7 minutes to complete...

That was one thing that made me SICK when I had my shop... After giving a new "customer" an estimate, they would ask "Do your guys do side work?"

Don't forget the cost of all the insurance policies you're forced to carry...

Accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, and don't mess with Mr. Inbetween.

Waistline will be fine if, when you dine, you stay within your line, avoid the fruit of the vine and recognize feeling full as your sign.

At the bottom

That was one of the problems I dealt with when I owned my shop with each mechanic ASE certified, most as Master Techs. We had the reputation of being the shop in town that could accurately diagnose and repair problems that no other shop could, yet the "customers" that weren't our regulars expected our labor rate to be the same as the quick oil change shop down the street. Yeah, just try to get them to repair the sequential turn signals on your '65 T-Bird or replace the crankshaft mounted power steering pump on your '62 Lincoln...

I was driving a work truck so I couldn't get a pic, but saw a like new Nightwatch Blue '66 GTO Convertible in Spring Valley, CA. It looked like it even wore Hurst mag wheels on all four corners.

his last meal

Interwebs being accessed in search of accurate information may easily lead the researcher down a dark and dangerous pathway.

and melted cheese

with Ned Flanders