65 Mustang

I fell in Love with Mustangs way back in 1978.  At George AFB, my trainer Jeff Hofer let me be a “tool passer” as he rebuilt a 1967.

We were busting out the old motor mounts with an impact hammer while beating the socket with 3 lb. sledge.  The Craftsman socket split open.  I was terrified.  Jeff said, “Road trip”.  We went to Sears and the tool guy just gave Jeff another.  Tool guy said, “We’re not supposed to ask, but how did you do this?”  Jeff told him.  “That’ll do it.”   I’ve been Craftsman ever since.


My dear friend Joyce has a 65 Mustang.  She asked for a “favor”.  Could I drive her car from one garage to another?  I didn’t knock her over because I was passing out with GLEE.

We picked up the car from a garage on Ann Road on the West side of Las Vegas.  The first order of business was more gas.  I went right instead of left and had to flip a bitch.  I had been driving this beauty for about five minutes when I came to a stop at a red light.  When it turned green, I tapped the gas like in my KIA.

For the first time in 40 years I popped a wheelie.  It could’ve been four inches or four feet.  WOW! Not bad for a 200 cu in engine.


I then acquired a highway patrol escort for the six blocks to the gas station.


The trip all the way to the East Side on Lake Meade was uneventful.  I did notice that Mustang owners of any year would flash their lights at me.

I got about a dozen thumbs up and seven people took pictures.



There was no room at the Inn when we got there, so we stashed the ‘Stang.

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Check back Loyal Readers.  This post will continue until I get this muscle car on the highway.

This post is dedicated to my Dear Friend and Motorhead, Brian Aldridge as he recovers from a stroke.

Rub One Out While You Leave a Comment

We’ll be discussing masturbation.  While the post is NQNSFW (Not Quite Safe For Work), watching while at work will get strange looks from your co-workers.

Which may or may not be a good thing.

If you didn’t watch the video (PRUDE), the speaker explains his reasoning with three distinct points:

Point 1: You cannot separate masturbation and lust.

“If you’re masturbating, you are having lustful thoughts about a woman. There’s no way around it.” 

If you’re a Lesbian.  But you are fucked if you’re a Gay Man.

Point 2: It is a selfish act.

“Sex is more than just a way to get pleasure. When you masturbate, you’re using a sexual function just to get pleasure. If you look at sex this way, you’re probably not going to be very good at it when you get married.”

But then again, if you’re a virgin it’s going to suck anyway.  If your partner doesn’t have a clue, you can coach them through it.  Once again, if you fly the Rainbow Flag knowing how to rub one out can be a plus.

Point 3: Masturbation becomes an idol.

“We put it before God’s commands to have self-control and to take our thoughts captive. If you can’t not masturbate, you don’t have power over it and it’s an idol.”

Really?  I’ve always thought that referring to your dick as an idol was stretching things a little too far.  Ladies, if you have your favorites displayed in the living room like a gun rack you need to pull back a little.

Unretouched photo.
Un-retouched photo.





If you are at work, you should quietly leave a comment now.

Ladies: feel free to substitute the word “Rub” for “Love” in the previous video and sing along.

“Your Supersonic Rocket Socket”.

“Downtown Dining and Entertainment District.

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