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Joined: Jul 2002
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From: stafford VA
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Well my name pretty much explains for itself
1) reckless
2)truck stuck for 4 weeks
3) hit a light pole in a parking lot
4) hit a parked car
5)scared an employee that i was giving a ride home when i went off-road
6)mailbox
thats pretty much all for now, if i think or do anything else ill let you know
Tim
1) reckless
2)truck stuck for 4 weeks
3) hit a light pole in a parking lot
4) hit a parked car
5)scared an employee that i was giving a ride home when i went off-road
6)mailbox
thats pretty much all for now, if i think or do anything else ill let you know
Tim
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Joined: Jan 2003
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From: Connecticut
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"Rockledge Apartments" is the name of a small apartment building that my Pop built back when I was a young boy. He was a plumber by trade, and like most tradesmen he had many other talents, so he was able to put up the building with a little help from his family and a lot of blood, sweat and toil.
I chose "Rockledge Real Estate" as a trade name when I started my own business.
I chose "Rockledge Real Estate" as a trade name when I started my own business.
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Joined: Apr 2002
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From: Woodruff, SC
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Originally posted by mrwizard
So, thewiz427, please tell me it's the Ford 427 that you like. Maybe the "cammer"? Now that was an awesome engine!
So, thewiz427, please tell me it's the Ford 427 that you like. Maybe the "cammer"? Now that was an awesome engine!
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Joined: Mar 2002
Posts: 950
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From: Conroe, TX
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Joined: Nov 2002
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From: No. Kali
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my name is David Franklin. as a young carpenter back in the late 60's there was a journeyman Named David so I was called Franklin. There are so many people named Franklin using the web that I had to start going through numbers until I got one that was accepted, 3.
and now unfortunatly I have to kill you all.
and now unfortunatly I have to kill you all.
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Joined: Aug 2001
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From: Drummonds, TN USA
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I saw where Mil1ion posted the other threads that looked at this, but I'm a head-case, so my story is a bit 'complex'...
(I actually say that with a touch of seriousness, my family was what the shrinks like to call "disfunctional" when I was growing up - and then some)
I have generally been a "Lone Wolf" for the most part, because up until around High School my experiences with other people around me more or less left me with the personal impression that I should avoid them because they basically sucked...
I'm being candid here!
Once I got off from the influences and reputations of various family members I did a heckuvva lot better, even though it was a long time before I really had any real cash to play with of my own.
-Let's face it, if I had to rely on an allowance - I knew I was stuff out of luck while I was growing up. I didn't have one.
(This gets a little deep, but I'll try not to let it get 'messy')
I got something when I was a kid that changed everything - a bicycle. When I outgrew it, and I saw other kids getting the latest "Applekrate" or "English Racer" (which back then meant a three speed!) I was stuck with hand me downs, until the day I had a bad wobble in the front end of one of them.
- I had no idea what was inside that mysterious tube on the front of my bike.
But I screwed together the guts to ask my Poppa about it - when he wasn't yelling and cursing about something or other.
I don't know what happened exactly that day, and I should look at it to see everything that was in there for me by way of gifts.
I can say for sure, that was the "CRITICAL" moment, that one instant that turned on the little light in my head, as if to stop and suddenly think: "With TOOLS I can have the stuff other people do..."
I think that my Pop was honestly being himself in the truest sense, because he showed me how to take it apart, and what all of the pieces were, how they worked, and what they did - and when I rode down the driveway when I looked back he had the damnedest grin on his face I had ever seen before...
We had shared something...
And my Poppa was an Engineer!
I think that was part of what steered me towards finding out how stuff does what it does - I had no clue I was going where I have since, but that started it.
Yeah, it sure did!
But mental persuits, and long hours working on stuff in shops, or on paper, or in front of a computer make it hard to spend time with other people. My fascination with "THINGS" and theories has carried me far away from the normal "Hanging out, and being somebody" part of another persons upbringing. And much of that time I had very little to work with, except scrap, or cast-offs other people gave up on.
I know this - an old bike, or an old TRUCK that works better than it did when it was new is something that makes me feel extraordinarily good inside. In a way I can't even really explain...
It might just be that at those times I'm thinking about Poppa.
And poppa was a lonely man...
In the years since - the best times I can remember were working with new-found friends in driveways, at car shops, and hobby shops - always making something that took a major dump live again, or making a good ride better. And I love the hell out of that...
But doing that long enough makes for someone that doesn't think like everyone else, I guess... It makes for a "Strange Dude" that others don't even speak the language of.
Most of the people I knew in high school hated it when I found a fellow wrench bender to jaw with, because we said things like "Tranny" "Cam" "Mild Lift" "Duration" "Quadrajet" "Spreadbore", and even when we mentioned (the "T" word) it was a set of bumper ("T" word)'s for a 1957 Belaire...
What seriously cracks me up, is that after all these years I am no longer alone, because I find "my own people" all over the world wide web, doing things like I do, and with some of the same background.
But the name stays - I EARNED IT.
(I actually say that with a touch of seriousness, my family was what the shrinks like to call "disfunctional" when I was growing up - and then some)
I have generally been a "Lone Wolf" for the most part, because up until around High School my experiences with other people around me more or less left me with the personal impression that I should avoid them because they basically sucked...
I'm being candid here!
Once I got off from the influences and reputations of various family members I did a heckuvva lot better, even though it was a long time before I really had any real cash to play with of my own.
-Let's face it, if I had to rely on an allowance - I knew I was stuff out of luck while I was growing up. I didn't have one.
(This gets a little deep, but I'll try not to let it get 'messy')
I got something when I was a kid that changed everything - a bicycle. When I outgrew it, and I saw other kids getting the latest "Applekrate" or "English Racer" (which back then meant a three speed!) I was stuck with hand me downs, until the day I had a bad wobble in the front end of one of them.
- I had no idea what was inside that mysterious tube on the front of my bike.
But I screwed together the guts to ask my Poppa about it - when he wasn't yelling and cursing about something or other.
I don't know what happened exactly that day, and I should look at it to see everything that was in there for me by way of gifts.
I can say for sure, that was the "CRITICAL" moment, that one instant that turned on the little light in my head, as if to stop and suddenly think: "With TOOLS I can have the stuff other people do..."
I think that my Pop was honestly being himself in the truest sense, because he showed me how to take it apart, and what all of the pieces were, how they worked, and what they did - and when I rode down the driveway when I looked back he had the damnedest grin on his face I had ever seen before...
We had shared something...
And my Poppa was an Engineer!
I think that was part of what steered me towards finding out how stuff does what it does - I had no clue I was going where I have since, but that started it.
Yeah, it sure did!
But mental persuits, and long hours working on stuff in shops, or on paper, or in front of a computer make it hard to spend time with other people. My fascination with "THINGS" and theories has carried me far away from the normal "Hanging out, and being somebody" part of another persons upbringing. And much of that time I had very little to work with, except scrap, or cast-offs other people gave up on.
I know this - an old bike, or an old TRUCK that works better than it did when it was new is something that makes me feel extraordinarily good inside. In a way I can't even really explain...
It might just be that at those times I'm thinking about Poppa.
And poppa was a lonely man...
In the years since - the best times I can remember were working with new-found friends in driveways, at car shops, and hobby shops - always making something that took a major dump live again, or making a good ride better. And I love the hell out of that...
But doing that long enough makes for someone that doesn't think like everyone else, I guess... It makes for a "Strange Dude" that others don't even speak the language of.
Most of the people I knew in high school hated it when I found a fellow wrench bender to jaw with, because we said things like "Tranny" "Cam" "Mild Lift" "Duration" "Quadrajet" "Spreadbore", and even when we mentioned (the "T" word) it was a set of bumper ("T" word)'s for a 1957 Belaire...
What seriously cracks me up, is that after all these years I am no longer alone, because I find "my own people" all over the world wide web, doing things like I do, and with some of the same background.
But the name stays - I EARNED IT.
Last edited by Greywolf; Mar 9, 2003 at 02:22 AM.
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From: Quaker Hill ,CT U.S.A.
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Well I dont own my own computer ( this one's my old man's) his name is Charles , hence chas1234 , we set this name up last year more or less for research and picking up usefull information . Since then I have learned alot and hopefully helped out alot ! Works for me ,some may say its confusing but I know who I am ...Its me
Jon !
Jon !
Last edited by Chas1234; Mar 9, 2003 at 03:00 AM.
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From: The Star-Club, Hamburg
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I heard the term "farm forward" somewhere and liked the sound of it, so I decided to use it for my user ID. In fact, I liked it so much I had it painted on the bug shield on my truck. It sort of fits me because I am a 7th generation family farmer, and I like to think that I am a forward thinker.
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Joined: Aug 2002
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From: Wellsburg, WVa. USA
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I try to keep things simple, probably because I'm simple...LOL
anyway, in order to remember my many id's for different sites, I keep them all pretty much the same, my first & middle name together with my birth year. simple enough, even for a simpleton !!!
anyway, in order to remember my many id's for different sites, I keep them all pretty much the same, my first & middle name together with my birth year. simple enough, even for a simpleton !!!