Another Mopar Off My Bucket List - Barracuda Fastback
I'm pooped from scraping and painting the house. It's time to wind down. With little going on in the shop I thought I'd give you all a little more insight into my twisted mind. Somewhere there's got to be a clue as to how I became the reclusive garage dweller that I am. With any luck one of you wannabe psychiatrists out there can lead me to a cure.
I never thought of my childhood as being anything out of the ordinary. I was the 4th of the 5 kids my folks had. My dad farmed and kept himself busy in the shop when he wasn't out in the field. He was fairly innovative compared to many of the other farmers around us.
My mother had been a teacher but spent most of her life as a stay at home mom.
I'd say that it was a typical Nebraska household.
Some of you guys that live in the big cities probably picture Nebraska as full of redneck hicks. I prefer to think of us as conservatives with a demented sense of humor. Surely I was the same as most of you when I was little.
My dad didn't hunt after I was born so I never developed an interest in it.
I was fascinated however with that big Winchester that he kept in the basement.
I never messed with it because dad owned several belts and they weren't just for keeping his pants up.
Despite the fact that mom usually made me a cake for my birthdays I still felt I wasn't her favorite.
My brother and I rarely fought.
I did OK in school but I hated taking tests.
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I'm pooped from scraping and painting the house. It's time to wind down. With little going on in the shop I thought I'd give you all a little more insight into my twisted mind. Somewhere there's got to be a clue as to how I became the reclusive garage dweller that I am. With any luck one of you wannabe psychiatrists out there can lead me to a cure.
I never thought of my childhood as being anything out of the ordinary. I was the 4th of the 5 kids my folks had. My dad farmed and kept himself busy in the shop when he wasn't out in the field. He was fairly innovative compared to many of the other farmers around us.
My mother had been a teacher but spent most of her life as a stay at home mom.
I'd say that it was a typical Nebraska household.
Some of you guys that live in the big cities probably picture Nebraska as full of redneck hicks. I prefer to think of us as conservatives with a demented sense of humor. Surely I was the same as most of you when I was little.
My dad didn't hunt after I was born so I never developed an interest in it.
I was fascinated however with that big Winchester that he kept in the basement.
I never messed with it because dad owned several belts and they weren't just for keeping his pants up.
Despite the fact that mom usually made me a cake for my birthdays I still felt I wasn't her favorite.
My brother and I rarely fought.
I did OK in school but I hated taking tests.
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