http://www.wimp.com/backbox/
Think this vid perfectly explains each post I've made in this thread.
When my Dad died in 2000 he left behind a 1999 Buick Park Avenue. It had 1,700 miles on it. It was his pride and joy. He used to take pride in buying the town doctors used Park Avenue when he traded off every two years. That was a major accomplishment for him, to actually drive the Doctors car. As a farmer, trust me, it really was. Then one day he was able to buy a new one. On the dash he placed a little brass plaque with his name on it.
The car was sold at auction to cover the Death Tax. The new owner almost certainly tossed that plaque in the trash a few minutes after bringing it home. What you hold dear, is meaningless to everyone else. Trust me.
I've been here for 6 years and I've watched people scrap and argue about the stupidest things. I watched it split in half because one idiot got butthurt over a bruised ego.
It don't matter if you're the Top Dog here. There a million websites out there. Trust me, each of them has their own 'big man on campus'. Still feel special? Watch it again.
http://www.wimp.com/backbox/ Hell, for a while I was the King of Pogostemon Helferi Downoi. Impressed?
I aint afraid to say the only chair in my house flushes. I have no washer, dryer, dish washer, kitchen table, dining room chairs or laundry machines. I have no TV, cell phone or DVD player. My cat is kind of stupid too.
I left for a while but I come back to the same BS. If I come back in 6 months it'll probably be the same. I hope it aint.
My car never impressed anyone. All it proved was I had good credit. None of this matters. None of it.
Someone has a faster cycle than me, a cooler car, more hair, a better house. My 980 acres of dirt will belong to someone else one day and there aint a dang thing I can do about it. The concrete my Dad and I poured together 25 years ago is cracking. Foundations are falling out of 150 year old barns and I can't stop it. My friend has cancer and will be dead soon.
I don't have all the answers but I do know that wasting another second of my short life fretting about moderation policies of a tiny web site on an even bigger web isn't gonna happen. I don't care what happened on American Chopper. Nancy Grace won't raise a fuss when I kick off. I don't care what color your used Mercury is either. Why do you? I know some of you do, I don't know why though.
I am going to ride the Iowa/Mn state line this summer. 177 miles of gravel. Once I hit South Dakota I'm heading north for a bit. Butte Montana is where I'm going. Along the way I hope to learn some Spanish from a book and hope to put it to use on a later cycle trip through Central America. No GPS, no maps, no food and no plan. I have a tent, a bag, some tools, a few spares and enough room for 3 days worth of clothes. The only goal (aside from seeing where Evel Kneivel is buried) is to lose the remainder of my ego and pride.
Hell, I can't even be the first person to circle the globe on a cycle. People have done it on 50cc mopeds, shovelhead choppers, and 50 year old Indians.
Anyone that thinks they're in control of anything is fooling themselves. I nearlly get killed everyday and have never been more alive.
Kings, Queens and Pawns all go in the same box at the end of the game.
Spend five more years fighting over BS. Keep brawling. Try to out-do each other. I'm going to live.
See ya on the flip side.
Leadfoot out.