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For fun. Why/how did you choose your handle?

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Diesel , ammonium nitrate , A 30.06 , oh yeah and some Beer

Escape Hybrid?????

I've used my initials &quot;JE&quot; for years, but the way I write them cannot be reproduced by a keyboard. I used my second handle of JohnE which is kinda a double up thing. John E<font size=1>(rickson)</font> or Johnny depedending on how you see it or read it.
 
Big Saint, he saw the flash coming! ROFLMAO



Mine is from a CB handle my side business partner gave me on the road a few years back when we used to caravan to races. We own Extreme Motorsports and I have a logo that covers most of the back of the trailer.
 
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Well, love to recreate - especially with the truck, but responsibilities seem to take a major bite out of one's fun time ... . not that I'm complaining or anything, just poking a little fun at myself.



BigSaint, you sure Baxter isn't a relative of Cujo? :D Could've sworn that was him!!
 
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When I first started I just had my name then when they rebooted I took the handle of Cobra. I flew those things at one time.
 
I tried a bunch of good ones, all were taken. So I asked my wife. She said I'm the minute man. :rolleyes::D :eek:

So, I thought "patriot" is pretty close to that.

:D :D :D

Eric ;)
 
Certified massage therapist, and then went to Physical Therapy school... ... . Don't tell me, I bet your neck is tight huh?

If I only had a dollar for every time someone told me that when I tell them I'm a massage therapist..... :)
 
I had it as an AOL screen name before I was even 16 because I wanted a 340 cuda. Well turns out I found a 1968 Barracuda Formula S Fastback with a 340 in it. After all the green and brown dusters and darts I looked at I actualy found what I wanted right after I turned 16(needed ALOT of work before I could drive it though)! So the screen name has been around longer than my "Bad340fish"

Although for the moment I could go with "Broke340fish" because i cracked a piston over the winter lol



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Nobody understands my plate either, Had a guy ask me if I attacked the fish or the fist attacked me?? I just drove off lol
 
More than thirty years ago, right out of high school, I took a job in a nearby foundry to earn money for college. I worked with the mechanic helping to repair equipment and conveyors around the foundry and I was called the “Tinker”. One of my job assignments was to dispense first aid supplies. I don’t know why I was supposed to take care of the first aid stuff, I was hardly qualified to do anything medical, but it was part of my job, none-the-less.



Most of the employees at this foundry were former residents of the mental institution, from the area, and I was a little uncomfortable working near them. Just in case one of those crazies decided to do something I always carried a hunting knife.



One day, one of the numb nut workers thought it would be funny if he held his hand in the rail when the smelting bucket traveled over it, after leaving the furnace. The bucket ran over his hand and smashed the heck out of it. The idiot started screaming and those around him started yelling “DOC!”. Well… at first I didn’t realize they were hollering for me, but pretty soon some of the guys were dragging me over to the scene. I took one look at the crazy old guy’s hand and almost lost my cookies. All the guys were crowded around us and kept yelling for me to do something before the guy died. I studied the hand and saw that it was really smashed, but very little blood was coming from the wound. Suddenly blood started squirting all over the place. I knew at that point what I was going to do, mostly because I remembered reading about Civil War hospitals, and I whipped out my hunting knife, whacked off the hand, then grabbed the arm and shoved it against the blasting furnace, to seal the wound. Soon the ambulance came and hauled off the nutcase, who certainty was crazier after that day.



For the remaining year that I worked in that foundry, everyone called me “Doc Tinker”.
 
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