Ahoey
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Ah yes the infamous slot cars, had loads of fun with them. Still got lot of track, and a couple cars. Set it all up when the boys were young. Mine are 12V DC so a car battery works way better than the transformer
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Let the boy go !
Yeah, I still have all my mini slot cars and cases. Sold the track though.
ragtopfury
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Had to get mine out for a photo shoot, since y'all brought it up....
Ahoey
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Cool, mine were 1/32 scale Eldon brand name. Most of the cars I had are trashed. Have all the parts. Probably with a little tinkering I could get more than the 2 I have running again. Have enough track to completely cover a 4X8 sheet of plywood, hence the need for a car battery, transformer just didn’t have the balls to power the whole track.
I wish I had the room to spread mine out, I have over 1,000. I would have to take over a room in the house and I don't think my wife would see the humor in that. LMAO
Ahoey
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Set it up in your lab invite your friends for a afternoon of racing and beer. Hard to get a blower with a slot car LMAO
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*The Legendary Lady Golfer’s Secret: A Hilarious Surprise*
An elderly woman decided to join a prestigious country club. One day, overhearing a group of men talking about their golf games, she confidently chimed in, “I used to play on my college’s golf team and was pretty good. Mind if I join you next week?”
The men exchanged skeptical glances but, feeling cornered, one finally said, “Sure, but we tee off at 6:30 a.m.” He figured the early hour would discourage her.
To their surprise, she smiled and said, “That works, though I might be 15 minutes late.” The men rolled their eyes but agreed.
The following week, she showed up exactly at 6:30 and astonished them by playing a stellar 2-under par round. Not only was she an excellent golfer, but she was also witty and charming. By the end of the game, they were so impressed they invited her back.
She grinned and said, “I’ll be here—6:30 or maybe 6:45.”
The next week, she arrived right on time again. This time, however, she played left-handed. Incredibly, she still beat them, finishing even par. The men were baffled but couldn’t resist inviting her back again, determined to finally best her.
The third week, she arrived 15 minutes late, visibly frustrating the group. But she played right-handed that day and narrowly beat them again. While her tardiness annoyed them, her charm and compliments on their shots softened their irritation.
Over drinks at the clubhouse, one of the men finally asked, “We have to know—how do you decide whether to play right-handed or left-handed?”
Blushing slightly, she leaned in with a grin and said, “Well, when I was learning golf, I discovered I’m ambidextrous and like to mix it up. After I got married, I developed a little routine. Before I head out for golf, I pull the covers off my husband, who sleeps in the nude. If his, uh, 'w!llie' points to the right, I golf right-handed. If it points to the left, I golf left-handed.”
The men erupted into laughter, stunned by her quirky confession. Still chuckling, one of them asked, “What if it points straight up?”
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she replied, “Then, I’m 15 minutes late.”
An elderly woman decided to join a prestigious country club. One day, overhearing a group of men talking about their golf games, she confidently chimed in, “I used to play on my college’s golf team and was pretty good. Mind if I join you next week?”
The men exchanged skeptical glances but, feeling cornered, one finally said, “Sure, but we tee off at 6:30 a.m.” He figured the early hour would discourage her.
To their surprise, she smiled and said, “That works, though I might be 15 minutes late.” The men rolled their eyes but agreed.
The following week, she showed up exactly at 6:30 and astonished them by playing a stellar 2-under par round. Not only was she an excellent golfer, but she was also witty and charming. By the end of the game, they were so impressed they invited her back.
She grinned and said, “I’ll be here—6:30 or maybe 6:45.”
The next week, she arrived right on time again. This time, however, she played left-handed. Incredibly, she still beat them, finishing even par. The men were baffled but couldn’t resist inviting her back again, determined to finally best her.
The third week, she arrived 15 minutes late, visibly frustrating the group. But she played right-handed that day and narrowly beat them again. While her tardiness annoyed them, her charm and compliments on their shots softened their irritation.
Over drinks at the clubhouse, one of the men finally asked, “We have to know—how do you decide whether to play right-handed or left-handed?”
Blushing slightly, she leaned in with a grin and said, “Well, when I was learning golf, I discovered I’m ambidextrous and like to mix it up. After I got married, I developed a little routine. Before I head out for golf, I pull the covers off my husband, who sleeps in the nude. If his, uh, 'w!llie' points to the right, I golf right-handed. If it points to the left, I golf left-handed.”
The men erupted into laughter, stunned by her quirky confession. Still chuckling, one of them asked, “What if it points straight up?”
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she replied, “Then, I’m 15 minutes late.”
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Ahoey
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You mean besides Drunk. I can say that being of Irish descent.
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Uh...Trade "truck" for "car", and....yeah. Been there, done that.
And the doghouse can actually be quite comfortable!
Ahoey
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Na I just camp out in the lab till it blows over.
lemondana
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Another story: Back in our younger days a couple buddies and i were going out to the Pub in Beatrice We left the owner of the car off at this good looking blondes apartment. We went on down to the Pub-yes, that was the name of the bar. The car was a 70 340 4 speed Challenger, headers, straight pipes and the 340 with a Crane Fireball cam, any body remember those? It sounded real nice but real loud. We're idling thru the parking lot, we didn't see the two cops standing there right beside where we had to drive. We get it shut down as quickly as possible. The cops walk over and ask if we had any mufflers on this thing. My buddy said-I think so, it's not my car. The cop said, you better tell him to get some new ones. Another time with this same car, we passed a string of cars running about 130. I guess we about blew their windows out.
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