He's a trooper. He's been nuked pretty much by now. Most of his posts don't make any sense to me, interacting with him feels like I am taking a Turing Test, but he's got a thick skin.
Posted 1/16/2011 7:32 am
He fucked a fairly attractive teen to the point of pregnancy late in his greypube years. Of course, she was the daughter of a friend, and she turned into a lesbian. But still.
The fact that he could do that to his best friend was why I turned on MW.
MW has kick ass interests. He likes the civil war period. He loves Westerns. He has some artistic sense. Deep down, somewhere, you have a reasonable guy.
But porking your best friend's teenage daughter is not reasonable.
I didn't hitchhike but I drove a lot of pieces of shit. I was stuck in Oklahoma for awhile because my dodge omni blew up on me. I was fucking stranded. I mean, in the middle of corn fields stranded. I worked for a mom and pop gas station doing dirt work for a couple of weeks. I ate the left over fried okra and other things. They invited me over for thanksgiving.
Awhile later I was driving through New Mexico and it was snowing. You haven't lived until you've driven through at least part of New Mexico. There is sandstone architecture, deep in the color red, that will arrest your heart. Azure skies.
Posted 1/16/2011 7:54 am
I traded a car stereo for that dodge omni. I had it checked out by a mechanic. He said, "don't drive it too far". So I drove it from Wisconsin to Oklahoma. Perhaps it was too far. It broke down there. I signed it over to the tow truck guy. Out there they call them "wreckers".
It was in New Mexico that my car blew up and I started hitch hiking.
First people who picked me up where some Hopi indians in a beat up pick up truck. We hadn't gone far when they had to stop for beer.
They dropped me off at a mechanic as I wanted to ask if my car was in any way fixable and they asked me for money to buy more beer!
On the outskirts of one small town I met an ex vietnam vet who had been on the road for years. We walked in to town together to get a coffee and he said he sometimes had to wait days to get a ride but he'd show me how to sleep in the desert and how to keep the rattlesnakes away.
I told him I'd never had to wait longer than 10 minutes for a ride, and the entire time I hitchhiked, even in very remote places, that's the longest I had to wait.
I did hold up a big sign saying BRITISH though, which obviously made a difference
I paid $100 for a 1980 Mercury Monarch. 2 and half tons of steel. I used to walk around on the hood the steel was so thick.
4.2 liter engine, 3 speed auto!
Classic feather touch power steering and suspension that would rock for several minutes if you came to a sudden stop. Bench seat and steering column shift. Very American!
Big problem was no aircon as I'd bought it in New Hampshire so by the time I'd got in to the south in places like Florida it was brutal experience
