What? Your cylinder heads are not done?

Any time spent out there in a pup tent is good.

Call me Ishmael and lets walk to the sea.

:)

it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.


I think i should put that in context.

Take it easy man. Just enjoy your time out side.