I'm gay, but you'll do.

It would fix up, very nice, with truck mirrors and other chrome and trim features. Then engine is the original 235CI 6 cylinder and 3 on the tree...so I'd put in a decent engine and tranny, for certain, and then follow up with an improved drive train and rear end.

All that, before ever touching the idea of base and final paint.

Dang things can be fun. LMAO!!!

It's a stepside short bed, primer gray, almost all original, but the bed has been replaced. Includes setup for converting drum brakes to disc brakes. blah blah blah $2500...in Juneau

This is about the "oval office"...or oval orifice?

Ok. I was wrong.



It was a '63!!!!!!!!!....
http://anchorage.craigslist.org/cto/1050681996.html

Tracing a Killer Earwig?

But I did see a '64 Chev pickup that has been restored, except for a final paint and finish.


That was tempting, Chevy. Real tempting.

In Alaska, pickups get the crap beat out of them and look like they've been rode hard and tossed around for character.

This Isuzu belonged to a firefighter, from the lower 48, and he took real good care of it. Still has Utah plates on it.

Good looking vehicles sell so fast that I never get to put in a bid. By the time I get home from work, the day's "Hot Items" are gone.

I got this one 20 minutes after it hit Craigslist, when I stopped at home, for lunch.

When we get together, for good, then I can find out the answer to the question, day by day.

Perhaps the idea of a first face-to-face being in Vegas threw a bit of a reality chill on things.

Personally, I would rather have a first meet at the Grand Canyon, or Niagara Falls, or someplace worthwhile in the Book of Memoirs as the foundation point of a relationship.

Of course, I am quirky enough that it would be hilariously real to have a first meeting in Death Valley. If the relationship grows and succeeds to Forever After, then that's the cutest claim to fame and test of devotion. Heh heh heh.

Thank you for the goodwill, and for telling everybody that it can really happen, just like this.

dd

bought an Isuzu Rodeo today. It's a gem. Old, but well taken care of, and looks sweet, and drives like silk slipping along the road.

Sometimes, the end result is worth the wait. I waited and shopped for almost one month before deciding that THIS is the ride, for me, and I jumped on it, with both feet, hard and fast.

Now, I just pray that nothing on it goes bonkers soon.

Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

My mind and my heart tend to rush right out there together and express something about my soul. It often surprises me that they are talking about me.

It's just like a bouquet of flowers. Wherever you put it, there is a better place than it was.

wtg

Not offended. Maybe embarrassed. More importantly, it is a blessing because it forces me to know that she is totally herself, and more than I am accustomed to understanding.

If that makes sense.

Love you, sweetheart. I'll be in touch, when I can.

good advice

Is it "obvious pretending" or not?

Send me a Pay Request, honey.

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Pilot Error

A jumbo jet is making its final approach to Tampa Airport.
The pilot comes on the intercom, 'This is your Captain. We're on our final descent into
Tampa . I want to thank you for flying with us today and hope you enjoy your
stay in the Tampa Bay area.’
He forgets to switch off the intercom. Now the whole plane can hear his conversation from the cockpit.
The co-pilot can be heard saying to the pilot, 'So, Skip, whatcha got planned while we're in Tampa?'
'Well,' says the skipper, 'first I'm gonna check into the hotel, take a big crap....then I'm gonna take that new stewardess with the huge tits out for dinner.... I'm gonna wine and dine her, take her back to my room and give her a ride on the baloney pony all night
long.'

Aghast and amused, everyone on the plane hears this and immediately begins looking up
and down the aisle, trying to figure out who this new stewardess is that the pilot's talking about.
Meanwhile, the new stewardess is seated at the very back of the plane. She is so embarrassed that she starts running toward the cockpit to turn the intercom off.
Halfway down the aisle, she trips over an old lady's bag and down she goes.

The old lady leans over and says: 'No need to hurry, dear. He's gotta land the plane and take a crap first.'