TPC does it again!

More flea-age from The Pro's Closet... $276. Nice frame

flea!

 I'm decorating the garage. After my head injury the doctor says I should stay busy. Just kidding.

Maybe.

1931 Gulf Oil road map of Florida.

Dig the hat. On both of them.

And this illustrated map. Also from Gulf, and Rand McNally.

Nice boat. And Stogie.

From the auction listing:

"Wonderful old map from Gulf Oil with beautiful graphics.  

I'm unable to find a date on this map but there are references to the 

"new Overseas Highway connecting Key West with the mainland"  and 

"if you wish to go on to Cuba, transportation by ferry is available".  

The speed limit in Florida was 45 MPH (in Alabama the speed limit was 

"reasonable and proper").   A Resident County Game license was $1.25 and 

you could bag 15 squirrels, 25 coots and 15 Wilson's Snipes per day.  

The population of Miami was 127,600 and Kissimmee was 3,379.  

The map is copyrighted by Rand McNally."

And it aint an SDG, but still...

I lost them all. Drat.

Guts! For $23 bucks!!

Funky.

Loots!

As is the case in America ('murica!) We here in the gleaming towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the 'Murica's (America!) have, and shall always remain, vigilantly on the lookout for worthless and freakish bits shamelessly flogged on the interwebs for penny and pence.

Always a set of Alteks out there, always.

A delightfully gaudy Seiko 7s26, complete with a delightfully gaudy NATO strap. Hide in the bushes from your ISIS enemies with this pig on your arm. What could go wrong?

S.E.V. Marchal fog light covers....

...for your Marchal lamps, because hey, automobile accessories from defunkt French companies are always a good idea. At least as good an idea as your 1986 SVO Mustang with its 200hp turbocharged 4 cylinder truck engine and Fairmont "Quadrashock" solid rear axle, anyway. 

Me? I just always liked the cat face logo.

U-SAVE!!...

at least you did until you bought the patch for 12 bucks, or this Yeti PRO FRO.

I bought the patch. I'll wear it on Hawaiian Shirt Day for the irony.

Guts, Guns and God!

$57! and oh yeah, shipping from FRANCE!

Only 57 bones for these mildly and admittedly twisted Altek levers! That and shipping...


...from another continent.

FleaMea

Cool old crap! Old crap is the best! I know this because I am crap and I'm old and I'm pretty damn cool! Or so they tell me, my sweaty lathered employees, full of fear and reverence, during their yearly evaluations here in the gleaming towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the Americas. Grovel as they do...

Hardbody!

In the 80's this steering wheel and the block shaped dash passed as ergonomics. Today we know so much more about designing for the human body. Take our new marble-lined long bar and hookah lounge here in the Gleaming Towers of blah blah blah. Our brass poles are aligned by the grace of God.

Oh, and some other poor sap paid a cool $90 for these pretty bits.

I heart pretty bits.

A Kevlar Lapse in Judgement

This mildly tatty, yet enthrallingly red SDG, had a price of $100 before it evaporated from the interwebbage without a trace. For $100 there are many lapses in judgement here. Can you count them?

Bizarre arm tats that creep (Lapse 1)...

...onto the hand (Lapse 2). Note trash can #1 above the region of the saddle where your plump nibblets and scrumpus bones would nestle.

Holiest of holies (Lapse 3...$100?!?) on the nose of the saddle where your plump nibblets and scrumpus bones would definitely not nestle. Body piercing erosion of the normally quite durable Kevlar saddle cover perhaps? The tats suggest it.

The smarmy under belly, showing a twisted and random array of sloppily applied glues and adhesives (Lapse 4). And yes, trash can #2 creeps into view (Lapse 5). This is a clean kitchen obviously. Cleaner anyway, than my holiest of holies, plump nibblets, or scrumpus bones.

Pass

Flea - Wanga

$199. When VooDoo mattered.

Dragon Pics - Part 1

On the way west to Tenn, The Dragon, or one of them, at a roadside stop in Deals Gap.

He's a freaky beast. On the other side of the road at KillBoy, the dragons are metal. More on that later.

Matt chugging Pedialyte. Don't ask.

TVA. Flooding beautiful mountain valleys since 1933.

I look like I'm protecting my nibblets.

At the hotel the first night, they had the worlds longest couch in the lobby. People in Tennessee don't control their bladders very well so all the furniture has to be covered in black rubber. OK I made that last part up.

Day two Matt mounted up the GoPros.

And we took vids at speeds that pushed me to drink after. Here at the Rivers End in the Nantahala Gorge. Nantahala Brewery product in the pint. I can't remember.

and here at the Hub Bike Shop and Pisgah Tavern, I think that is a Highlands Brewery product, but I can't remember. (Memory Loss is first sign of addiction.)

"Pink Beds Picnic Area." Euphemism?

Shed 2.0 - Part 5, The Final

With the roof, soffits and final touches on the shed still to go, it was high time I got around to wrapping things up. I hate roofing.

Brackets and hanging plants and the Bucs flag that my brother in law made for me. The plants used to hang on either side of the carport at the old house. I didn't want to put any more holes in my new house, so I got some inexpensive brackets and put new holes in the shed instead. The flag hung on my old shed.

Water tight? Yes. Perfect? No. I wasn't consistent side to side in staggering my seams, but squatting on the shed roof and driving nails in 90% humidity in September in Florida, this is as good as I can do.

From the back.

Pirate flags and potted plants. Surrender your booty.

Soffit detail and plant bracket.

The end. 

Go away.

College football starts - tomorrow!

Are you ready, Bulls fans?

I hope I didn't miss da fun(k)!

Recently traded on the heavily commerced otherworldly arena of mass consumerism and... consumerism:

This fine, albeit funky Ionic Steelhead 853 frame, $229.

We had top people, and I mean TOP people, on this sale here in the gleaming towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the America's, but then I had to get get up to get yet another PBR and while in transit slipped on some unidentified party puddle and well, a week went by and another and another and then after I finally woke up on the cold marble floor of the executive washroom/shooting range/snooker parlor (EWSRSP) with a concussion I noticed that the listing was done! I need to get a softer floor installed in the EWSRSP. I'll also have somebody in legal get that party puddle cleaned up. Those boys in legal do a magical job of making our party puddle evidence disappear.

And the fine folks at the Pro's Closet managed to squeeze almost $14 out of this SDG Saddle. Hey, Comp Ti, in blue? Rare combo, comparatively. Might as well say "Shimano Pure Guts" on it.  Funky.

And because the funk never runs out on this fat-booty shaggin waggin, here's another random picture of the Saab SPG.

Funk.