exnailpounder wrote:And you look like your getting a whiff of the fart that climbed up your leathers
Nah, that generally happens when you are too tired to get out of your leathers and you wear them home after sweating and guffing in them all day. They are hermetically sealed or something, I swear, because you stagger into the house, peel off the suit...and the family passes out en masse from the smell that is suddenly unleashed. Nasty.
exnailpounder wrote:And you look like your getting a whiff of the fart that climbed up your leathers
Nah, that generally happens when you are too tired to get out of your leathers and you wear them home after sweating and guffing in them all day. They are hermetically sealed or something, I swear, because you stagger into the house, peel off the suit...and the family passes out en masse from the smell that is suddenly unleashed. Nasty.
kym
So, FeBreeze is missing a sports market? As in a "body spray" like Axe?
exnailpounder wrote:And you look like your getting a whiff of the fart that climbed up your leathers
Nah, that generally happens when you are too tired to get out of your leathers and you wear them home after sweating and guffing in them all day. They are hermetically sealed or something, I swear, because you stagger into the house, peel off the suit...and the family passes out en masse from the smell that is suddenly unleashed. Nasty.
kym
So, FeBreeze is missing a sports market? As in a "body spray" like Axe?
exnailpounder wrote:And you look like your getting a whiff of the fart that climbed up your leathers
Nah, that generally happens when you are too tired to get out of your leathers and you wear them home after sweating and guffing in them all day. They are hermetically sealed or something, I swear, because you stagger into the house, peel off the suit...and the family passes out en masse from the smell that is suddenly unleashed. Nasty.
kym
So, FeBreeze is missing a sports market? As in a "body spray" like Axe?
Steve S
Mate...Febreeze wouldn't touch it.
You wear them for a couple of years and then send them to the nearest Toxic Waste Facility, then buy a new suit. Problem is, the stinkiest ones always carry both the worst odour and the best memories...it's hard to get rid of them!
I could never get the shit stains out of my leathers but I remember it being a whole lot of fun. You ain't lived til you have been sliding off a corner at 130mph and praying to God you don't tumble when you hit the grass
Need something like my boot dryer for that suit... Some way to heat/ventilate it. My work boots are over a year old, and I can smell nothing but leather after 10+ hours six days a week.
exnailpounder wrote:I could never get the shit stains out of my leathers but I remember it being a whole lot of fun. You ain't lived til you have been sliding off a corner at 130mph and praying to God you don't tumble when you hit the grass
Haven't come off yet in road racing and have ridden at Mallala, Eastern Creek and Phillip Island, but they say not falling off is just God's way of telling you that you're not going fast enough. Must. Try. Harder.
Mind you, have crashed my brains out many times in my former dirt racing days.
That suit has been retired now. I was doing some test riding/reports for a bike business last year and they were nice enough to give me a fresh new suit and helmet.
Out on the back deck smoked ham steaks on the grill.
Made in your homemade smoker no doubt! I bet every welder I know has at least 1 smoker that he made himself.
But mine was made of wood. I would prefer to show my grandfather's made of marble. His is maybe 8 x 10 outside. 90 years ago it was used commercially. He ran a meat market, cut ice on Beauregard's pond, sold meat in a basement market under the town's only hotel, and peddled late in the day as he had no cooler.
The rich people who bought the property in 1942 soon after Pearl Harbor was attacked, locked it. The lock is rusted solid now. I doubt that any living person has seen the inside. Four generations of them have never been curious enough to look. I am.
I've made a couple of smokers but I got offered too much money to keep either one. Jut a store bought grill for now. But when this one dies I think it's time to make another.
You know I kinda object to this thread even though I have participated. I mean its kinda like an unshaven uncle fester dude. I'm half tanked with Toohey's New right now and its still not pretty. Sorry 308 but its the truth.
Coldman wrote:You know I kinda object to this thread even though I have participated. I mean its kinda like an unshaven uncle fester dude. I'm half tanked with Toohey's New right now and its still not pretty. Sorry 308 but its the truth.
Well, it's not meant to be a fashion show...
I'm not ashamed of what I look like after a day of work.
I'm also not ashamed of what I look like on the weekend with my tenth beer in my hand.
We are, if nothing else, real people. We're not pretending to be anything else. That has value.
Coldman wrote:You know I kinda object to this thread even though I have participated. I mean its kinda like an unshaven uncle fester dude. I'm half tanked with Toohey's New right now and its still not pretty. Sorry 308 but its the truth.
Lol I'm long past worrying what others think of how I look.
Should have seen the pics from when I had my 70 s porn stash. ! Think my wife burned them all except one of my id badges for one of the places I do work.
Haven't taken down my mirrors, I just don't look in them cause I'm ugly like a hat full of bums. My old drill Sargeant used to tell me if his dog was ugly like me he'd chop his tail off, shave his ass and make im walk backwards.
Gee, I've spent a lifetime feeling uncomfortable about my appearance. I got my grandmother's double chin, I hide with a beard, my father's bags under the eyes he had at 19 years of age, (though everyone remarked what a handsome man he was). I got my uncle's bald head, though ten years later in life than my son did. One ear lower than the other, no one would notice if they weren't so big.
These days I qualify as a geezer. The fact that I am alive at advanced age gives me a level of forgiveness that I ain't very attractive. I'm done apologizing for my appearance. I am beautiful! Well, sort of.