Marcarl

Noticed your signature, Ponch & Lilbit. We have a Lilbit in our family. Our youngest, Allison, Elizabeth, when asked her name replied: Allison Lilbit. Being the youngest of 6 she was always the smallest and shortest and still is @ 5'5" as compared to her brothers at 6'4" and 6'2".

Go see a good massage therapist, they should be able to locate the pain area and apply massage to releave an old injury you probably have in that area.

Now root beer will be ok for some, but back in the late 60's we were kind of fed up with root beer so we asked our carhop in Port Colborne for a mix of root beer and orange. When she brought it to us she looked a little disgusted and said it looked more like swamp water than anything she would drink. We did like the mix and still ask for it today, by name, and we get it.

Now you're getting kind of personal, but that's alright, I'm sure Marca won't mind if I tell you about our forays out in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep, like the night when my loved one could not find sleep so I loaded all into the bug and went for a short and then a longer drive, first in the city and then out into the country to find some lonely desolate roads where relaxation could be found, and when finally it was discovered that the eyes were closed and the breathing regular, I took the short route home only to be told: Daddie, I don't want to go to bed!!!!!!!!

Good to hear that that is that. Now you can get on with some real healing and not be disturbed by the lousy end of things, the money and all the blamie things that go with it. Build some good memories of Tom and let the rest slide by. Thanks for keeping us posted and visit often, I like to hear your 'keyboard words' Carl.

Very neat watching those, thanks

Thanks for the good thoughts, they are right on. God made an excellant creation for all of us, but often times it just is never good enough. Good time to reflect on what He has given us and be content to enjoy the best there is. A Quote: You can't make a man happy by adding to his riches, but you can, by taking away from his desires.

So here's the story: It was about 1977, and the bug was a 66 if I'm not mistaken. I bought it to drive back and forth to work. Bettle Boards put an ad in the local newspaper wanting to advertise products on VW bettles. We applied and got a contract for 1 year. They painted the car, with minor body work, and then applied the decals. They then paid us about $20.00 per month just to drive it around as we normally would, with an extra $25.00 for each parade that we joined. We joined in 2 parades in that year. The kids loved it and tended to almost climb all over this thing. My Dad & Mom, Dad was 70 at the time, also borrowed it for about 2 weeks while I did the body work and paint on their car. They never had so much fun driving around with comments as they did then. When the year was up, BB came and removed the decals and then repainted the car to it's original color. I then drove it for almost another year before the brake lines started to freeze, because water doesn't stay liquid in cold temperatures and brake fluid, at 1 can per week, was too expensive to keep replacing. The money received was enough to cover gas for the month and the parades helped out as well. I paid $300.00 to buy it to start with and got $150.00 for it when I was done. Sometimes inflation is a good thing. There's probably more to this story, but my memory ran dry at this point. I guess I was just wondering if anyone else had done the same thing, they had many different companies that they did advertising for. It was a neat idea.

I told you, it's not easy being me!!!!!!!

Darn, and such a good watch,,, wonder why?????????????

You may leave my signature alone, I've earned it, and I plan on keeping it, for a while at least. Someday, when I'm done with it, my kids may want to sell it and then you may bid on it.

Just awesome, literally awesome, what faith he must have to carry on.

Ok, so now that leaves room for somebody else to come up with a good one. Glad it turned out and you can laugh at yourself, it sure makes life a lot more enjoyable. Let us know when you come up with another 'idea'.

Seen a news item on CTV the other night about a bailout, one of the financial companies. They got their money and immediately had a retreat to celebrate, looked rather lavish to me, and it didn't seem they learned any lessons real quick like. My opinion: when the course has run for what ever you are doing, the fun is over, then it's time to do something else. Ask a farmer how this works, they go through it every year. Times ahead will not be easy for anyone of us. We will continue to live and exists, how be it, not as we have in the past. None of us will be left unaffected. The poor will find it hard to find food and shelter and will suffer physically, the rich will loose millions and suffer great pains mentally. I'm not sure which is worse, but I'm glad I'm not rich. Times like these have been prophesied in the Bible, could it be that the world is coming to a close? It'll be interesting to watch. So far we have seen many things that were foretold come to fruition. Nice to know that there is Someone who knew that was to be and has control.

Interesting how he single handily liberated Zwolle, that's where my dad was born in 1906, kind of brings things a little closer to home. I never knew that,,, now I see what friends are for,,, thanks Brad. Carl

Thinking of you constantly, not that I don't think of anything else, but you-all are not forgotten. Keep us posted. Carl

As Marca said: We used to be fun once upon a time, and I think we would do it again,,,,,,yahooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks to Run-n-bare for sharing this with us: British news paper salutes Canada . . . this is a good read. It is funny how it took someone in England to put it into words... Sunday Telegraph Article the UK wires: Salute to a brave and modest nation - Kevin Myers, 'The Sunday Telegraph' LONDON : Until the deaths of Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan , probably almost no one outside their home country had been aware that Canadian troops are deployed in the region. And as always, Canada will bury its dead, just as the rest of the world, as always will forget its sacrifice, just as it always forgets nearly everything Canada ever does.. It seems that Canada 's historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored. Canada is the perpetual wallflower that stands on the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a dance. A fire breaks out, she risks life and limb to rescue her fellow dance-goers, and suffers serious injuries. But when the hall is repaired and the dancing resumes, there is Canada, the wallflower still, while those she once helped Glamorously cavort across the floor, blithely neglecting her yet again. That is the price Canada pays for sharing the North American continent with the United States , and for being a selfless friend of Britain in two global conflicts. For much of the 20th century, Canada was torn in two different directions: It seemed to be a part of the old world, yet had an address in the new one, and that divided identity ensured that it never fully got the gratitude it deserved. Yet it's purely voluntary contribution to the cause of freedom in two world wars was perhaps the greatest of any democracy.Almost 10% of Canada 's entire population of seven million people served in the armed forces during the First World War, and nearly 60,000 died. The great Allied victories of 1918 were spearheaded by Canadian troops, perhaps the most capable soldiers in the entire British order of battle. Canada was repaid for its enormous sacrifice by downright neglect, it's unique contribution to victory being absorbed into the popular Memory as somehow or other the work of the 'British.' The Second World War provided a re-run. The Canadian navy began the war with a half dozen vessels, and ended up policing nearly half of the Atlantic against U-boat attack. More than 120 Canadian warships participated in the Normandy landings, during which 15,000 Canadian soldiers went ashore on D-Day alone. Canada finished the war with the third-largest navy and the fourth largest air force in the world. The world thanked Canada with the same sublime indifference as it had the previous time. Canadian participation in the war was acknowledged in film only if it was necessary to give an American actor a part in a campaign in which the United States had clearly not participated - a touching scrupulousness which, of course, Hollywood has since abandoned, as it has any notion of a separate Canadian identity. So it is a general rule that actors and filmmakers arriving in Hollywood keep their nationality - unless, that is, they are Canadian. Thus Mary Pickford, Walter Huston, Donald Sutherland, Michael J. Fox, William Shatner, Norman Jewison, David Cronenberg, Alex Trebek, Art Linkletter and Dan Aykroyd have in the popular perception become American, and Christopher Plummer, British. It is as if, in the very act of becoming famous, a Canadian ceases to be Canadian, unless she is Margaret Atwood, who is as unshakably Canadian as a moose, or Celine Dion, for whom Canada has proved quite unable to find any takers. Moreover, Canada is every bit as querulously alert to the achievements of its sons and daughters as the rest of the world is completely unaware of them. The Canadians proudly say of themselves - and are unheard by anyone else - that 1% of the world's population has provided 10% of the world's peacekeeping forces. Canadian soldiers in the past half century have been the greatest peacekeepers on Earth - in 39 missions on UN mandates, and six on non-UN peacekeeping duties, from Vietnam to East Timor, from Sinai to Bosnia. Yet the only foreign engagement that has entered the popular non-Canadian imagination was the sorry affair in Somalia , in which out-of-control paratroopers murdered two Somali infiltrators. Their regiment was then disbanded in disgrace - a uniquely Canadian act of self-abasement for which, naturally, the Canadians received no international credit. So who today in the United States knows about the stoic and selfless friendship its northern neighbour has given it in Afghanistan ? Rather like Cyrano de Bergerac , Canada repeatedly does honourable things for honourable motives, but instead of being thanked for it, it remains something of a figure of fun. It is the Canadian way, for which Canadians should be proud, yet such honour comes at a high cost. This past year more grieving Canadian families knew that cost all too tragically well. Lest we forget.

Most times when on a ride and we stop for coffee, I walk left and everbody else walks right,,, just couldn't understand it???????

Sounds to me like you're right into it Bummer, keep up the interesting work.

As the saying goes: Absence makes the heart grow founder,, so I guess that means we love our scoots more, love our riding time more, love our riding partners more, and maybe because of the cold just generally love more. Now no need to go into all the intimate details of that statement, but you may just get the point. I hear that practice makes purrfect and I'm not perfect yet, but am practicing.

Don't go rushing around and buy the first one you like. Make some offers and let them die if necessary, there's lots to choose from and more on the way, and the prices aren't going to be going up soon. Our family is in the moving stage right now, 4 to 5 of us looking to move, phone lines get hot at times.

Not very safe indeed. Too bad you ride a 2nd gen, if you was riding a 1st gen, you could hunt them down and give them a piece of your mind, don't know if that would leave anything for the next round, but in my case it wouldn't matter, they'd get it anyways. I thought about the suggestion of riding somewhat haphazardly, back and forth between tracks but that would be even more dangerous.

This can be aweful frustrating, just go it one day at a time, and depend on the guidance from above, then you'll never go wrong. Bad things still happen, that's life, but help will be given to those who ask. Ask and it shall be given, seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened.

Tell him in easy terms that you were not hapy with the situation and leave it be,,,,until next time,,,,,watch him close and if he pulls it again,,, walk up to him, look him in the eye, and point blank tell him that you won't ride with him again, unless he is in front of you!!