Seems everyone here has riding mowers, regardless of the size of yard one has. So it seems only fitting that I find me one these as soon as possible so I can get in the parade. Really, people don't walk to the post office or down the street to see a buddy, they hop on their machines and travel slowwwww. Might have a lead on one, then the real fun begins. We can get it pimped with perhaps a glass pack, jacked up in a menacingly fashion, perhaps tweak the engine a bit by one of the local gearheads, and maybe a mag wheel look would be nice. I'll let you know what I find.
Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the f...
That is a SWEET ride!!! You could be like the old man in "The Straight Story" and drive over to Burgess.
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