Tartan Jack

Welcome! We got a new recruit by out shenanigans!

Welcome!

Welcome!

& she’s back with royal, explosive mayhem in-tow …

Welcome back!

Don’t know where to put this … but … William gave me a patch of the Mercury flag. ”This is going on a hat!” Here it is. Mercury did NOT disappoint.

Well … 6 hours of it (on Sat/Sun) Beats the last times. The padding did help, as well as heavy rain & lightning not waking me at 5-something.

Ouch! Damn bug!

What did you name your road vehicles? It was believed that to not name a vessel (or horse) was bad luck. That was extended to planes (hence “nose art”) & later vehicles. I think that applies to cars too. I assume many on here do to. Our modern “road-pirate-ships” I’ve always named my vehicles, whenever I drive them for more than a few days. Here’s my list: My main: 1985 Audi 5000: Spectre (thought looked like a James Bond car) 1987 VW Vanagon: Grey Ghost/Spectre II (would disappear in parking lots) 1990 Miata: ThunderSled/Fenix (after major repaint & makeover) 2009 Scion xB: Flying Brick 1995 Tacoma: Rufus (In driveway: Rufus, Fenix (until a month ago, Brick was too ….) Anna’s (wife) main: (Not name first car) 1995 Chysler Cirrus: Droopy (Timex alternative after- tornado forms above it with large hail, tree falls across it, hit by 3 other people, all with minor damage (hood replaced & repaint was sum total) 1997 Ford Taurus: Blue Oval 2004 Grand Caravan: Queen Anna’s Revenge 2017 Pacifica: Queen Anna’s Revenge II In driveway: QAR2 “Other cars” 1986 Dodge Ram (borrowed): Constipated Pig 1994 Ford Crown Vic (inherited, as thought I needed a car with more than 2 seats, replaced by xB): Cruiser 2017 Grand Caravan (in-law’s currently in our driveway): Grey Ghost II

An interpretive line dance has been created …. Whether or not the creator will share may be another story … 2nd interpretive dance of the event (that I know of) (Not, me, as I don’t dance)

6am Monday … head visit. Some ramdom inlet in Alabama … Queen Anna’s Revenge II (My wife Anna’s sloop) Edit (Edit 2, read in voice of The Viceroy for effect, but not his words- far be it!): The main passage known as “I-85” should be called “Idiot Purgatory” where poor souls wander aimlessly, at random speeds at random times (35-95+) for no apparent rationale (excluding choke-points around Atlanta) … all the way from Montgomery to Greenville, SC (& beyond). I am reminded why I usually take longer routes to simply avoid this passage …. I survived (just barely in more cases than I can name), though 2 hours were added to my trip vs going down there. Ranting done