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#172
12-10-2021, 10:50 PM
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Thanks Laz.
Thanks Bob, cause your poems have given me ideas. 
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#173
12-11-2021, 01:45 PM
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I have some questions for you guys. Here's my poem.
Hotrod Dilemma I’ve read Charley Ryan’s poem so many times It’s food for thought, with good beat and some rhymes. The story says, it drove this guy’s Daddy to drinkin’ ‘Cause Sonny powered his Ford with a big old Lincoln. MY hotrod plan falls apart, I’m here to say, ‘Cause I don’t know the right engine for my Model A. I’ve got a Merc flattie, that would be era correct, It just needs rings, ‘cause it runs, last time I checked. I’ve got two, three twelve Y-blocks from late ’56, They’re pretty rough, so it’ll take a heck of a fix. I’ve got a rebuilt, three fifty, sittin’ in a shed, But that’s a Chev and I’d rather hang myself instead. You guys might think I’m just pushin’ my luck, But I’ve got an old Hemi out of a Fargo truck. A friend ran away from here, a while back, She left me her car, a running Cadillac. But, you guys will advise me, without blinkin’ Go with that stout three seventeen Lincoln. Remember this, Guys, I’m here to say. I’m the guy who’s building this Model A. Lot’s of questions to guess at, man alive, I even have some transmissions with overdrive. It’s all in the hotrod, dream stage, so far, It would be cool to mimic Charley Ryan’s car.
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#175
12-14-2021, 10:09 AM
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Pizza Delivery Stories
So it was 1979, In Florida, around Lent I was ready to leave, no money for rent I was heading back north to my hometown of Philly It was not long that I saw that as silly I went to the pizza joint for one last slice, Found out they need a driver, extra cash is nice. So I took the job, at the time of Spring Break, In Fort Lauderdale, no idea the cash I could make! So on a Thursday night, I gave it a shot, with my strong running short GMC, why not. But it did well I might add, its a '71 a 292 6, 3:73 posi, quick and fun I made 60 bucks! On a night that was slow! So I tried the Friday, little did I know, That the cash I was making, 100 bucks that night Changed my mind on my idea of flight So! I had this town street system down pat, I kept the wheels rolling, this way and that Right on red, left where I could, I zigged zagged throughout every neighborhood. So impressed with my skill, and quickness to boot, The pizza owner made sure I got all the loot I was getting 25 an hour, mostly beach run, my rent now paid, plus all the fun. I was meeting all types, from students to boozers mafiosa types, as well as drug users, Some tips I would get, contraband for pay, I would sell to my co drivers and make their day Sometimes a bridge would delay my trip but nobody complained, I still got the tip The same with a long train, the gates barely up, I would floor the truck, time for giddyup! One time the door opened, a gal wrapped in a towel She took the pie, was she hot? and how! I got back to the shop, a little late The owner says why did you make me wait? I said I got a tip I could not resist I tried, but the customer did insist. Really, what happened, what have you made? Nothing..not cash...but I did get L... He laughed so hard, he was not mad, here take these pies, (more "tips" to be had) One time a Cutlass with no more arrow to be seen I was coming to the light when I got the green, He sped across me, I hit quarter and tailight the driver continued with his hurried flight The GMC spun slightly, dinners landing on the gas, The truck was screaming as I kicked them off fast, When settled, I looked for the car that was hit, He took off! Now I was angry as spit. The truck had a heavy push bumper, now with tiny scrape, but the dinners looked like they were handled by an ape To the nearby shop, with the lasangna containers, we repaired the damage, and got delivered, no complainers Then there was the road rage incident, on the way back from a run, A creep kept toying with me and at the light it turned fun. He opened the passenger door, no mistake could be worse I already had the truck in reverse. I floored it, the door scraped him back, but my jacket with cash I now did lack. He ran to his car, my jacket in hand, giggling like a girly man. I dove through the driver window, as he got it in gear With my hand on jacket, out the window was my rear. He sped weaving down the street as his nose met my elbow, how many times I hit him I will never know It was a wild ride that is for sure, a sight to behold with my butt over the door, But effective was I, he hit the curb with a stop its a good thing this wasnt seen by a cop I got my jacket, to my truck at the light Got back with blood covered elbow from the fight. Thinking back at those times, a whole year this was, so much fun, dangerous, never hassled by the fuzz. what my loyal GMC had been through was quite rough, but the cash I made to fix it was plenty enough. So rebuild I did, with a 327, suspension, and gears, It was my daily driver for the next 20 years It is still on the road, to a neighbor I did sell I am sure it will no longer go through that hell. So many more stories I can tell, all true, But for now I enjoyed telling, hope you liked too! . . After Pizza: . .
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When one door closes, another door will open. Other than that its a halfway decent car..... Last edited by lazarat; 12-14-2021 at 01:57 PM.
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#176
12-14-2021, 08:23 PM
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Thank you for that glimpse into your exciting past, lazarat. You are a rhyming Raja.
Almost 2,000 views in a week. Sure to be more with you and Mac contributing. I'm waiting for inspiration. Nothing happening. Multiple friends have died in the last few weeks from complications following Covid. Not feeling very poetic. Except grim poetry. Nobody wants to read that. Last edited by bob w; 12-14-2021 at 11:21 PM.
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#178
12-15-2021, 04:53 AM
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When one door closes, another door will open. Other than that its a halfway decent car.....
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#179
12-15-2021, 11:37 AM
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1946 GMC Pickup (455 Buick and S10 frame) - Build Thread 1962 Bel Air 1982 S10 1986 Caprice 1928 Model A Roadster Pickup (project) --------------------------------------------------------------- And when I’m gone, you can call me foolish but hopefully not boring. I will have lived.
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#180
12-18-2021, 01:46 PM
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The Auction sale
V’ you ever been to an auction with some of the boys? And walked around gawkin’ at all the really neat toys You inspected and critiqued and bragged a wee bit too. Ah, the cool stuff there, your wants just grew n grew You’re lickin’ your lips like a fish fed cat, grinin’ at life Cause you’d already forgotten the promise to your wife. To not buy anything but a hamburger and maybe a pop From the ladies who’d set up store inside of the shop Adrenalin was pumping and you even started to sweat Your wants were growing stronger, n it was early yet The auctioneer hadn’t started cajoling to the crowd And you were cranked right up, to buy yourself proud. The sale got underway and the junk wagons were first Pushy people got in ahead, so you fum’d and you curs’d Cause some things you’d seen before and held so dear Were goin’ to the close guys cause you’re not that near The unmatched chairs, the lamps n the chest of drawers Reminded you, the wife’s tastes wer diff’rent than yours Then a niggling old reprimand like a fuzzy little hunch Was telling you Don’t buy too much or skip eatin’ lunch The dark cloud of unfocused repression soon went away Cause the socket sets ‘n’ jack-alls were comin’ into play And wrenches, and screwdrivers all lined up in a board There’s hammers, axes, ‘n’ a skil-saw only missing a cord. mad then ‘cause you couldn’t catch the floor mans eye. You elbowd your way thru the crowd so you too CUD buy And the auctioneer yell’d NOPE, but continued his spiel Then He threw sum empty picture frames in on the deal Frustration HAD mountED but the frames reminded you That you’re not to buy anything, ther’s bills that’re due You’d elbowed your way to the front for a BETTER look And it seem’D that your interest, the auctioneer mistook ‘CAUSE a chicken plucker, THAT NO WAY HAD YOU planned SEEMED TO BE YOURS N you hadn’t even raised your hand. Then you’d remembered that niggling feeling of dread But some big old lady, raised you ten and bot it instead The junk wagons got done and all the stuff was sold And they moved to the machines, to bid serious gold. The first up was two plows that were well up in years lichens now covered the molboards and the shares There’d been some stuff next that hadn’t cot your eye But the bidd’n had been wild and the prices quite high. Then came a swather that was wide, shiny and green You’d lost all focus but the auctioneer and the machine. He’d started pretty high, then counted down, real slow Fifteen grand, twelve-five, give me ten and we’ll all go You’d started it all off at ten by waving your silly hand The bidding had taken off, your next was sixteen grand At twenty two five they were again bending your ear Even your eyes were sweatin’ then that niggling fear So while the auctioneer begged you to nod it came back You couldn’t buy, the bank account wasn’t in the black. You’d hyper-wondered how to avoid a reputation smear Best you fake death now, fall right down and disappear. You’d hop’d madly the auctioneer didn’t mistake this fall For another bid from ya or you’d be a carcass after all. You’d apologized to some and said you’d gone into a skid But there wasn’t much mud, some thot you’d avoided a bid Bedraggled and sheepish you reappeared on the fringe Your pride was beat a bit but you’d avoided a buying binge The big ticket items came and somehow you got through Without moving, hands in pockets stuck there with glue. You headed on over to get your hamburger n pop now And heard the big tractor was sold for a hundred thou The crowd was thinnin’, but your friends hung around And stated you could’ve bid again, even from the ground They also mentioned that plucker you’d dang near had So much hilarity was heaped on you, you cudn’t feel bad. So finally you joined their fun ‘n’ shook off that cloud Because you bought nothing, but you bid yourself proud Have you ever been to one of those auction sales boys When ya got way too caught up in all that auction noise?
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