i believe i was quoted at 2350 a year for the GTR

Went to a local show for the first time in quite a while, saw Black Label Society with Corrosion of Conformity. My body is reminding me that 1) I wake up entirely too early for all that nonsense and 2) I need caffeine.

I miss being a night owl.

With the front or rear? :wtf2:


I’ll assume that it was the rear.

Burn the bloody bed!!!

I mean that literally on both “burn” and “bloody”. :ugh2:

:rofl2::rofl2::rofl2::rofl2:

Pissin' out the azz is bad! Must of had some bad ju-ju. :icon14:

On the way to the show last night, I was talking with my buddy Matt who bought the tickets. His dad owns a speed shop, he's grown up working on cars, had an 80's chevy truck that he souped up to do 12's in the quarter mile, etc. His kid Noah is about 3 and a half, and occasionally says clever things.

Well Matt tells me "The other morning, the wife and I walk outside with Noah, and he points to a honda civic someone parked there and says 'What kind of car is that?' so my wife tells him, and says 'do you like it?' to which Noah responds 'Ick! No! Not enough horsepower!'" :icon17:

Kids learn quick!

parenting done right. :tup:

My oldest is almost 2.5 and there is a merge by our house that I will occasionally gun it when it's open and she has a blast. Every time we get to the light now I hear "Go Go Go Daddy!" from the back. Fun when it's me and her. Except now I guess she's started telling my wife that "daddy go fast" when she gets to the same merge. What a nark :rofl2:

Never trust kids. They will squeal on you and not know it. Got in a ton of trouble with the first wife. Once kids learn. Then they think it's funny. And do it all the time.

As I said to him, "It's that moment when you feel like you're actually a good dad!"
:tup:

:iagree:

A lot of department meetings today. More shadow training the remainder of the week. A lot going on. Been hectic and busy, but in a good way. It's beautiful not having emails after hours constantly vibrating your phone.

The IT guy my old company brought over from Portugal is turning into a mess. He can't handle the workload or constant requests from the office. Apparently they're quickly realizing how much I handled and how my constant complaining was actually warranted.

Speaking of priceless moments... My buddy was lived downtown at a condo for years. Finally got married and had a kid, also named Noah, but they didn't move out until he was about 3 years old. A few months before they moved out, he and Noah were headed down to the pool. They didn't stay long due to a college frat party feel going on. But when they headed back up to the apartment a girl in a g-string got on the full elevator with them and turned around with her a$$ right in Noah's face. Dad covered his face but Noah was already inquiring: "Miss!! Where are your pants?!?" :rofl2:

i feel if i was in that situation my kid would have just buried his face in there :facepalm: