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You bring up an interesting point about lubing your . 45 with amsoil though. I hear it ruins primers : ) JTMcC



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Dirt Roads

Originally posted by Barry

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Barry, this may be headed for the better dirt roads? See Paul Harvey story below. Just for the record, us fellows from the Show-Me state whipped that Amsoil/primer problem long ago. Just use the wife's fingernail polish to seal the primer from that nasty stuff that also destroys main bearing seals and swells the gaskets like roadkill on a summer afternoon. Choose your color carefully, bright red ='s Rambo types, black = doomsday characters, pink = all jams blamed on limp wrist... ... . I personally use clear polish ;). We folks that enjoy country dirt roads are plenty satisfied with cocked & lock in a real 45, no need for them there plastic molded safe actions... ... ... ... ... Still exploring the many aspects of RVing, Larry ps: FP 10 and Wilson Ultima-Lube

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Dirt Roads

-- By Paul Harvey





What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.



There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.



People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.



That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home... a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.



We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.



There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.



Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.



And there were no drive by shootings.



Our values were better when our roads were worse!



People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.



Dirt Roads taught patience.



Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.



For your mail, you walked to the mail box.



What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.



At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.



Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.



At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.



At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.



Usually you got a dollar... always you got a new friend... at the end of a Dirt Road!
 
Many thanks for the Paul Harvey "Dirt Roads" piece. I've read it before but a reread is always in order just to remember how good things used to be!!!
 
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my . 45 auto is a Glock, and my . 357 mag revolver is a Dan Wesson. so much for being politically correct. oh well i ain't never been right twice in a row... ..... don't believe me, just ask my first wife... ... ... . when i would tell her i was trying, she'd roll her eyes and say "yes, very trying".
 
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