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Milo goes on the road with me… A lot. He gets to go in dog friendly establishments…& that’s it On the road I’ve had a few hot days where he’s had to stay in his Hybrid F150 w/the ac on turbo mode while I go and grab a to go order. Hasn’t been a problem. He sits in the driver’s seat when I do this.🤣

He does get into everything and, is curious about everything

He said, “Who, me”?

I have an emotional support squirrel

He’s definitely not Cooksey, but he’s been doing the whole “hot take” thing for a while now and it’s made me respect his opinion a lot less than I used to.

Calling the strangers on the internet “childish” for hurting your feelings, then starting a childish, whiny thread about said hurt feelings is a bold strategy…

Gotcha so the rationale of this camp is. Jett threw the race by getting injured enough to need surgery for Hunter to win the title. The Lawrence family lost out on 100’s of thousands of dollars with this intentional decision. Jett’s injury was fake but he has to keep the story going so he is going in to have surgery. Jett’s injury was fake but he is going to sit out the SMX series to lose out on another $1m to keep narrative. sounds logical.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. He races: “oh guess he wasn’t that hurt after all!” He doesn’t race: “it’s a coverup for gifting Hunter the championship” When you start getting to this level of conspiracy just know you are kooked out.

And ban the start devices while you're at it ...

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Here’s something that’ll never happen these days. Kids waking up in the morning to shoot birds with pellet guns. The weekend before, my uncle Rick took me up to Twin Pines in Gorman. I shot a dove. He showed me how to clean and cook it. Dee, the guy in the pic had never shot a dove. So, Friday night I tell him, let’s wake up early, wait in your backyard and, hopefully one lands in your backyard. We spread birdseed all over the place. The next morning, we’re hiding in our cardboard blind we made. Right off the bat...

Growing up in the 70's, small town east Texas, feral is the correct word. We had a neighborhood store, the white store because it was white, that was our meet up place. We would get there any way we could, bicycles, skateboards, minibikes, go carts, walk, free ride from a neighbor. We would collect soda bottles, mow yards, wash cars, relocate/kill venomous snakes, whatever an adult would pay us for to get some change so we could get a Coke, Snickers, gas, and play one of the two arcade games there...Joust and Space Invaders. Fishing, hunting, trapping, playing in creeks...

Manny...we may have crossed paths back in the day. My family also lived in Canoga Park for a few years before moving to Calabasas. We were off Valley CIrcle...backed up to the undeveloped West Hills. It's all developed now (has been for many decades). Our generation lived to be outdoors....either on bicycles, skateboards or horses/ponies. We would ride around through the hills collecting bottles and stashing them so we could cash them at the 7/11 on Roscoe (long gone now) for a soda and candy bar. Imagine riding on a horse/pony to 7/11 today. I remember riding one of...

Erector Set. Lionel Train. Candy cigarettes. We had a ringer washer and a clothsline and a party line. Milk showed up at dawn. On the front porch. I loved slot cars but never had one. I would just watch. I could afford a kite once in a while or one of those balsa wood wind up planes. They were each a dime. Duncan Imperial or a Revell model was a treat. Steelies and catseyes. Over the line. Whiffle ball. We were some busy little fuckers. As Joey says, Ferrel as fuck. Parents were glad to see our asses hit the...

Elk grove village Illinois...endless vacant lots in the industrial park endless subdivisions not built on yet. Massive Forest preserve Acreage that wouldn't be improved for a decade. We tore it up on A 76 XR 75 then an 78 RM 100 ( un rebuildable silencer era ).lol As Far as actual Racing I was good at holeshots and Hard pack corners ( thats all I had to work with ) Guys from Florida blew past me in the whoops ! Big jumps ? I would have to go over them probally 75 times before I was comfortable as the leaders...

In 1980 we moved to a new house at Tatum and Bell rd area in Phoenix. Literally across Tatum was nothing but desert for many miles. I could ride out of my garage on my 1980 KD80 (yes KD). I was barely 13 and could ride all the way to north Scottsdale, about 20 miles each way. Shockingly the "waterhole" we used to ride at is still there, because it is State Trust land that parcel has not been sold off yet. But off road vehicles are prohibited (always were- but 45 years ago no one gave a shit because...