Odds and Ends Department
Odds and Ends Department..
Well, the Good Ol' Boy fan club just grew the other day by one person. I'd like to welcome the new member- you know who you are, no need to embarass you here. Your secret decoder ring is on the way, and thanks for taking the job as treasurer, by the way. We're a happy bunch here on Boyd Drive, unshackled as we are by PC notions, so enjoy!
Next up- File this under "Did Ya ever notice?" Do you ever notice when you take your car in for service how the more modern, progressive shops- not just dealerships- have clean, well-lit waiting rooms. With a few brochures, some comfy chairs, coffee, and magazines? Soccer Moms don't mind sitting with the kiddies in a place like this waiting for an oil change. All in all, its a positive thing for our industry and its image in the public eye.
No more do you really see the old style grease pit place, with a dark office full of oil signs, stools made of car rims, and maybe a pin-up on the wall. And an old rusty wrecker parked out front. You know where all that stuff went? Just look around the next restaurant you go into- that's where most of it seems to be! What they didn't get, some bar probably has now.
Borrowed Bucks has all the old signs, gas pumps, and an old wrecker out front you would expect to see on the Rez. And the Long Haul Saloon has that Mack Truck inside. Talk about your ambience- what do you call it- "Garage Chic"? Somewhere along the line these icons of auto repair got hijacked by the upscale crowd, but I guess they're welcome to it.
And on a sadder note- UND is back in session. *Sigh* We'll have a few weeks of twits in their IBJCs (Itty Bitty Jap Cars) with fart pipes ripping up and down the chicanes of Boyd Drive, until they:
A) Get tired of it or get a ticket (quit laughing- it could happen).
B) Hit a parked car or a tree- check the bark on the trees lining the street about two feet off the ground, you'll see what I mean.
C) Realize school's hard work, and drop out.
UPDATE: 9/4/06-It didn't take long- a car full of twits plowed up onto a lawn late last night. No word whether they were of collegiate age or not. The gendarmes were summoned, and it is supposed that justice was dispatched. One can be thankful it was not the daylight hours, and someone's babies were not out playing in their yard.
That's it for Odds and Ends!
Well, the Good Ol' Boy fan club just grew the other day by one person. I'd like to welcome the new member- you know who you are, no need to embarass you here. Your secret decoder ring is on the way, and thanks for taking the job as treasurer, by the way. We're a happy bunch here on Boyd Drive, unshackled as we are by PC notions, so enjoy!
Next up- File this under "Did Ya ever notice?" Do you ever notice when you take your car in for service how the more modern, progressive shops- not just dealerships- have clean, well-lit waiting rooms. With a few brochures, some comfy chairs, coffee, and magazines? Soccer Moms don't mind sitting with the kiddies in a place like this waiting for an oil change. All in all, its a positive thing for our industry and its image in the public eye.
No more do you really see the old style grease pit place, with a dark office full of oil signs, stools made of car rims, and maybe a pin-up on the wall. And an old rusty wrecker parked out front. You know where all that stuff went? Just look around the next restaurant you go into- that's where most of it seems to be! What they didn't get, some bar probably has now.
Borrowed Bucks has all the old signs, gas pumps, and an old wrecker out front you would expect to see on the Rez. And the Long Haul Saloon has that Mack Truck inside. Talk about your ambience- what do you call it- "Garage Chic"? Somewhere along the line these icons of auto repair got hijacked by the upscale crowd, but I guess they're welcome to it.
And on a sadder note- UND is back in session. *Sigh* We'll have a few weeks of twits in their IBJCs (Itty Bitty Jap Cars) with fart pipes ripping up and down the chicanes of Boyd Drive, until they:
A) Get tired of it or get a ticket (quit laughing- it could happen).
B) Hit a parked car or a tree- check the bark on the trees lining the street about two feet off the ground, you'll see what I mean.
C) Realize school's hard work, and drop out.
UPDATE: 9/4/06-It didn't take long- a car full of twits plowed up onto a lawn late last night. No word whether they were of collegiate age or not. The gendarmes were summoned, and it is supposed that justice was dispatched. One can be thankful it was not the daylight hours, and someone's babies were not out playing in their yard.
That's it for Odds and Ends!
posted by Good Ol' Boy at 9:33 PM
1 Comments:
We're going to need a sniper on the roof of the house, too, because of all the drunk, stumbling collegiates who will be trampling our lawn underfoot, or puking in our flower beds, etc. As for all the damn cars on the street, well...I know someone with a core remover for tires. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!!
I'm just saying.
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