Well, that is about silliest thing I have heard. You're not gonna get any beer. The gas bill is paid. It's not about the destination, it's about the ride. Enjoy the ride! And if that hearse with the 454ci ends up in a ditch, you are guaranteed another ride. And the crowd has a story that will always will be told.
Well, that is about silliest thing I have heard. You're not gonna get any beer. The gas bill is paid. It's not about the destination, it's about the ride. Enjoy the ride! And if that hearse with the 454ci ends up in a ditch, you are guaranteed another ride. And the crowd has a story that will always will be told.
Airoutlaw & GuaridianAngle hope all in well in Northern AL.
My first memory was traveling straight up at about two thousand feet per second. Not one hundred percent sure as I didn't have a speedometer or a RPM guage. I was pretty sure I was headed toward heaven. I found it disconcerting that I was moving toward the best outcome only to see someone else heading in a downward direction toward the worst. As he was approaching me, I remembered that I had been working on my gas water heater... I don't know why, but I yelled out to him, "YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PILOT LIGHTS?" His reply caught me a bit off guard, " NO, DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PARACHUTES?" I find it just a bit odd that I had lived an entire life to find after, that perceptions can be deceiving.