Having spent the better part of the entire week obsessing about this stupid little piece of world wide turf, I’m happy to report that I’m just about over it…
I spent a bit of money and got myself a brand-spankin’-new-never-before-seen-fresh-out-o’-the-box premium theme. I already had the CSS upgrade, so I figured… hey! why not…?
And the theme was this colossal, stupendous, holy-moly-look-what-I-can-do-kinda-theme…
And so I did…
Everything.
Everything that theme can do, I wanted on my page.
So I put it there.
And then some.
Holy moly…
It looked liked the underside of the bench seat on a ’63 GMC pickup, with three-on-the-tree, if you know what I mean by that.
You ain’t lived if you didn’t learn how to drive on a ’63 GMC, with three-on-the-tree… especially if it didn’t want to go into first. And with a clutch exhibiting all the subtlety of small yappy dog with too-long toenails on a freshly waxed linoleum kitchen floor.
I don’t mean it was fast and agile.
I mean it had the turning radius of a garbage scow.
Did I mention it was painted Sears and Roebuck teal…?
Almost just like this one:
… but without the camper cab on the back…
I found this picture HERE.
Anyway, when you and your older brother are driving such a fine, lean, mean machine to school every day… the area beneath the bench seat…
“HEY! Is that an SOB curve coming up ahead…? Well, slide over, baby…
“Look out, now. I see a COD curve up ahead. Well, come over, darlin'”
I say – the area beneath the bench seat tended to fill up with candy bar wrappers and fast food sacks, and all other manner of useless trash – such as school books, stocking caps and track-and-field uniforms.
Not to mention the half-dozen or so 8-track tapes, for our state-of-the-art, installed-that-sucker-ourselves-we-did custom sound system. Which consisted of the standard car audio set-up, available just about everywhere (even Sears), but because we’d done the work ourselves, it was by-god custom…
Where was I?
Oh yeah… the new look…
Anyway, I’ve dialed it back a bit, from the way it looked last night…
Because… damn!
Even my eyes were crossing – and I knew where everything was.
Hopefully there will be no more fooling around, and only the actual posts will be changed, to protect the innocent.
That is all.
I learned to drive in one of those three-on-the-tree suckers…ah memories…
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Yep… learned how to drive on the cranky clutches… and how to double clutch… and how to grind gears… and how to peel-out a manual transmission… good times… good times…
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