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I had one for sale in 2012. That was right after I bought my Stalker back from Sharkey. But it's long gone.

:hurray: . . . . . :cheers:

. . . . Absolutely nothing. I have a purple Keurig. If you drink enough Kahlua and try to say Keurig, it sounds like Koenigsegg...yep, have those in purple too. . . . . . . . :leaving:

More trial-fitting and a little fab work. The shock comparison shows the older (heavier) steel-bodied GAZ on the left and the new (lighter) aluminum-bodied GAZ on the right...both have 300 lb springs.

Missed that.

Wonder if Eddie has one of these yet?

Item specifics list 8 cylinders...Rover engine, maybe?

Chris, Let me be the first to welcome you to the group. Tell us a little about yourself? Shane :cheers:

Well, I'd say go to bed...wake up sober...and read again (in the morning) what you wrote last night . . . .Then we can all chat.

It was indeed. :flag:

I am corrupted...I absolutley believe that too much power is nearly enough. :jester: Tom, I need longer arms...Houston is a long way from AR. :svengo:

Out with the old...in with the new: :iamwithstupid:

Loren, hate to hear about your trailer and equipment. I hope this ends on a positive note for you. And thanks for sharing the GPS info. Shane

Gotta love this stuff... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFvj6RQOLtM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1W_J6UhQP6s

Can we still have Frosty The Snowman...even though he was a smoker? :jester:

One evening, a family was having a wonderful dinner together and engaged in lighthearted conversation. The son, decided to explore the boundaries of the discussion and sheepishly said to his father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The room grew quiet and all eyes were fixed on the boy’s he father as they awaited his reply. His dad, somewhat surprised by his son's question, answers, “Well, son, a woman’s breasts, during her lifetime, will normally go through three phases of transformation. In her 20s, her breasts are round and firm; think ‘ripe melons’. In her 30s and 40s, they are somewhat like pears; still nice, yet hanging a bit. After 50, her breasts are like onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes, son…onions. You look at them and they cause uncontrollable crying.” The man’s wife was infuriated by his answers. She sat staring at her husband in disbelief at what she had just heard. The couple’s daughter, seizing the opportunity, asks, “Mom, does a man’s willy go through phases as well?” The mother smiled grandly and said, “Well, dear, it does; three phases also to be exact. In his 20s, a man’s willy is like an oak tree.” She glared at her husband as she said, “Think mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s more like the branch of a birch; a bit flexible, but still rather reliable. But after his 50s, it becomes much more like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, my dear; lifeless from the root up and decorated with balls.” . . . . :jester:

Maybe I should have used an easier font . . . . Good thing I didn't send that from my iphone; spellchoke may have burned both of us. :smilielol5:

Oh, Mikie.....

Scheisse! . .. vereinbavereinbart! :ack:

http://www.bassettwheel.com/steel.html

I'm belly laughing...that one's funny, Skip. Thanks for the late-night chuckle. :smilielol5:

Suave wanted to kick off the 'Merry Christmas, Happy New Year' wishes with a photo...:cheers:

Well...I'm having coffee and NO morning read! What's up with that, Dundee? :toetap05:

Watching that made my back hurt. :ack:

And all this time, I thought that was a big red exhaust strap. :jester: