Red Mosquito

JuanHamm wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:I had dinner once in Ypsilanti but I've never made it all the way into Detroit. Good luck, bammer

Why did you eat in Ypsilanti? Why not Ann Arbor?

dad wrote:this thread feels like a double entendre. serves as a travel guide, and places for bammer and his bros to touch weiners.

Higgs wrote:700km today, last night camping off grid. 700km more tomorrow to home.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:Glad you made it home safe higgs

Higgs wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Glad you made it home safe higgs

#metoo

The trouble with cars these days is they are so complicated if something goes wrong more often than not you are fucked. Lift the bonnet and if its not something immediately obvious then what chance do you have of sorting any fixes out yourself?

Compare that to the 2003 40hp 2 stroke outboard engine we have on our tinnie. If there is ever anything wrong with it it will always, always be fuel related and damn simple. We hadn't taken it out in a year and the son decides he wants to go scurfing with his mates, so tries to start it. He gets it running after a lot of effort (no auto-start here - we are cranking the pull cord old-school-style) and it sounds shit and is puffing out a metric shit-tonne of black smoke. So he jumps onto youtube and sees that cleaning the carby isn't any big deal and so takes the carby off, gives it a clean, puts new fresh fuel in and that's it - boat running perfectly, mates happy little campers doing donuts on the Swan River all day last Saturday.

I do miss my Dad's old V8 Ford Marquis. Back in the day (and here I mean the late 80s) if the car was having trouble starting when cold all it took was to open the bonnet and give a squirt of brake cleaner spray straight down the carby air-intake. It would fire up straight away after that and once warmed up would go forever (or at least 100kms on a full tank!). That was the one single mechanical thing my Dad taught me. He was literally proud that he never once got that car's oil changed and it still kept on chugging.

Bammer wrote:2023:
Puerto Vallarta
Detroit / East Lansing
Tucson

Ello Sailor wrote:How many blowjobs do you usually give in a typical game? Have you ever been benched for sub-par fellatio?