David Unnerstall

This does not address the exact topic but, for me, the easy things are the most difficult. The battery on the teardrop failed suddenly leaving me in the pitch-black. The NAPA store in town had a marine "combination" cranking and trolling battery. I argued with him there is no such thing -- a battery is either one or the other but got nowhere. Now the Mopar vessel needs a cranking battery (10 volts and no more -- each battery should have a 7th cell that you can switch on. It is ridiculous replacing the whole unit when one sixth is failing.) and a trolling battery which is weak. I pulled out the battery in the teardrop and it does in fact say "combination". I am going to use that as a cranking battery in the boat and buy two deep cycle batteries from NAPA, I guess. There are NAPA stores everywhere.

Tom Magliozzi (the late half of the car-talk duo) used to say: "I am not getting married again -- I am just going to find some woman who doesn't like me and give her my house."

I was still doing roller blades when I hit fifty. I loved those things -- we all played a lot of street hockey as youngsters and if we only had those. Well it is all about the reflexes -- I fell on my posterior while standing and not even moving. I gave them up after that.

I am glad this topic turned to bikes instead of snakes. I rode once a week until recently. The vet tells us this chicken-@%^&* dog of Candy's needs more exercise so I take her for walks instead. I rebuilt the bike I got for my birthday in '76 about ten years ago -- stripped and painted the frame, new brake cables and shoes, new rims and tires and new pedal bearings. It came out OK. I live close to the the Riverfront Trail and there were times I could pedal to Laclede's Landing and back. I want to pick that up again now that I just retired (I am calling it "retired" until I run out of money and then it will just be considered "quitting").

That is funny. And that bike is still the coolest thing on two wheels.

The current generation has been saying similar things about the upcoming generation since Adam, Cane and Abel. But it is still funny.

I like this. I would imagine it would have been a bit difficult for Gregg to get much stage time on guitar with Brother Duane, Dickie Betts, Warren Haynes and Derek Trucks to compete with.

627 horses.....and this isn't even April 1st.

In the eighties a CDB concert was a must. That music does not get old: Saddle Tramp, Birmingham Blues, Billy The Kid.

I did not know this. This is why you should read EVERY post.

I am not done with the chainsaw and axe. I enjoy swinging the axe and the novelty of lighting a fire indoors just does not go away.

I was looking for a YouTube video on making a bidet with a garden hose, when the toilet paper runs out, that there is none. I am sure I can figure something out.

It ain't camping unless I fire up the old man's Coleman lantern that he had as long as I can remember. He always cussed and beat on it to make it work and when I finally get it lit I look up (I hope it is up) and say "see there Pop."

When I flew into Montana I do believe my Simm's waders took up less space than my wading boots.

The company bought me a new vehicle and it has a three month trial subscription to Satellite Radio and I listen to the "Outlaw Country Channel" more than anything else.

Man we need one of those HOA's in my neighborhood. Now that would be a hoot.

I am taking this as good news, Oneshot. I am happy.

We need one of those silly picture deals labelled: "Ya got me with that one, Ness"

There was another public forum on this last month but I was not able to attend. I just got an 8-page document from the USDA. I scanned the page that has the gist of the issue. It appears they are going to repair the dam.

There was a time I was obsessed with a fly-in fishing trip to Canada but I don't think about that too much, anymore. Candy and I took dog-sleds to the boundary waters with a guide and ice-fished for Northerns and did well. This year I fished the Blackfoot River in Montana (although I was well aware I looked like I had no idea what I was doing). And deep-sea fishing does not appeal to me. I guess the item that is in my bucket list is to fish with a fitness-model. I know that once she see's my Chrysler bass boat she won't be able to wait to go.

That got me to laughing uncontrollably ....... and I am not done yet.

I can dance just like that....it just takes a lot of tequila (and only tequila will do). Or maybe I just feel like it. But does it matter?

Ryan, I did like the cold over the heat and humidity. But I want to mention the sounds of summer. My wife has developed a cough that is worse while at home. I have taken to smoking a pipe outdoors and all of the sounds of a summer evening are very relaxing.

I got out on Sunfish Lake on Sunday with the Mopar Vessel. I had hooked into something large the last time, there while in my cedar-stripper and I fished the same cove for more than an hour throwing a tandem spinner bait, buzz bait, the Ned-Rig and a wiggle wart with no success. I switched to an inline spinner and he hit it. It was a fight on that spinning outfit.

This just happened to me. I was doing brakes on my '06 Dakota. I was convinced the lug nuts were metric for a brief instant. I could not get a 7/8's socket on some of them. On the first one I tried to turn it without the socket fully on and rounded it -- a mistake that would make a 16-year old feel like an idiot. I applied PB blaster every day for a week, bought a 23-mm socket, got all of them off but removed the damaged nut last -- I hammered that socket all of the way on that nut and it did turn. The nuts have a chrome plating, the steel on the nut rusts and expands the chrome plating. I replaced all of them with after-market steel-only nuts. Thanks for reading -- I do feel better but have no idea how this topic started.