Have a nice weekend, everyone!
I was wondering what I was going to do this weekend . . . . . . .
So . . . . kickball. Drunken kickball. Drunken kickball in costumes.
That was something. Dixie was quite the hottie in her nurse outfit . . . . . I sported a kilt.
Some of the rules of the game:
You must kick with you non-dominate foot.
You must have a beer in your dominate hand.
You must start at home plate with a full beer.
Beer must be empty by the time you return home.
Any idle time spent on 3rd base shall be passed by dancing.
If you stop dancing on 3rd base you must take a shot of Mad Dog 20/20.
There were many more rules of the game. And it was like 168F on the field. Dixie played the entire game . . . . I played about 30 seconds. Way too complex.
After the game, it was off to MacDintons. We were supposed to continue on to a luau on the beach . . . . but that did not happen.
Video of the fun turned up on the MJ morning show . . . . if you look carefully you can see Nurse Dixie in the candy stripes standing next to the pitcher.
My armor plating project is complete! Although I do think I am going to paint the flat flares black.
It is 5/16″ cold rolled steel with DOM tube reinforced edges. No more plastic bits for me!
Bring it on!
Thanks to Paul S. for sharing this little nugget:
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OK now that we have covered that . . . . . .
Quick update:
The new armour plating on the Jeep is complete, except I am going to to make Maaco touch up a couple spots that they missed. Pictures as soon as I can remember to get both my Jeep and camera in close proximity.
The “brain” of my Jeep is currently sitting on a workbench in Wisconsin . . . . being upgraded. The Jeep still runs w/o it, but the suspension system is static.
Spent 4-5 days in N.C. It was a working trip .. . . but I did find the time to teach the nephews how to play Texas Hold ‘em.
It would seem I am playing some sort of Kickball drinking game tomorrow. I sure there will be a follow up story there.
Cherrio – have a good weekend everyone!
I am not sure if I mentioned this earlier . . . . but I had a little mishap on the trail with the Tonka toy Jeep. It seems that trees in Zephyrhills have the uncanny ability to shift their trunks 2 or 3 feet laterally at will. Who knew? Must be that Z-Hills water.
So I decided that I would replace the flimsy fenders with something a bit more beefy.
Like this:
This process is on-going, but is nearing completion. The fenders have been made, shipped and mocked-mounted to my Jeep. They are now in the paint booth.
So I am at the corner of Florida and Fletcher fueling up the CJ . . . . . .
Me: (grumble, stupid gas prices, grumble)
A voice comes from the other side of the pump. Let’s call her Bambi.
Bambi: How am I supposed to know? Excuse me sir-
I peer around the pump to find a 30ish blond lass bedecked in designer spandex fueling an Z4, no doubt en-route to a gym with big mirrors and windows.
Me: Hello, yes?
Bambi: Do you live around here?
Me: Yes, I do. *Chuckle* Are you lost, little girl?
Bambi: *giggles* No, but the gas pump is asking me to put in the zip code, and I have no idea what the zip code is here because I live in SoHo.
I pause as these words settle into the ototory regions of my grey matter.
Me: Uh . . . . *suppresses laughter* I am pretty sure it is asking for YOUR zip code, you know to make sure your card is valid.
Bambi: That’s silly, my signature is right on the back.
Me: Yes, . . . . . that is, indeed, as you say, silly.