Ironbuilt
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LOL I wish. Unfortunately, 1963 Polara is a 1 year body style.62 is close enough!
LOL I wish. Unfortunately, 1963 Polara is a 1 year body style.62 is close enough!
You're killing me Kid. Please tell me that you have a 63 manual for me to bid on.
Paul, meet John.Sorry Iron, wish I did
Hope it helps. I still have high bid on the Phoenix Specialties gift certificate, but was gonna send it to you regardless. Getting started on my covers today.Sheesh, @Paul Wilson Paul. I just got notified of your PP gift and I'm sitting here blubbering again.
I mean, you've already given SO MUCH to this effort and now you went and did that, too?
God love ya man. You just floored me with that one....
THANK YOU!
Ed
Don't sell yourself short here...Nothing past a thanks is needed I'm sure !
This is how people should act! Help one another when someone is in need ! It's a fantastic thing!!!! Gotta give cuda chick a hand for starting this and keeping up with everything (I know I'd be overwhelmed)
I've honestly done nothing but watch this to see what happens next ! I just now went and poked around on a few other posts .
But this is exciting I wanna see if someone else goes after that gold membership!!!!!!
Oh thank you but dang Paul, make use of Leanna's services for yourself man!Hope it helps. I still have high bid on the Phoenix Specialties gift certificate, but was gonna send it to you regardless. Getting started on my covers today.
Thanks Ed. I have actually spoken to John on the phone before. It amazes me how many friends I have made through this great forum.Paul, meet John.
John....Paul.
Prima Verde' - or sumthin'....Thanks Ed. I have actually spoken to John on the phone before. It amazes me how many friends I have made through this great forum.
Not at all, you should see me when I get ******* serious.You freaking wild man, I swear....
That'll teach you not to listen to your wife.I'll give y'all another quick story here...
(The story you're about to read is true. None of the names have been changed,
since there's no innocent parties to protect)
The wife looks at me a couple days ago and says out of the blue "you've been losing weight".
Uh nope, don't think so dear. Fat bellied as ever here....
"Have you been eating? You know you don't eat when you worry".
Uh nope dear, been eating as usual I reckon.
"Are you feeling ok? Anything bothering you?"
I'm fine, dear. Really. No COVID, no plague, nada. Fine.
"Go step on the scale then. I know I'm right about this!"
Oy. Fine....I never step on a scale these days, but to hush her, I'll do it.
I usually weigh about 255 or so, have since they took the cancerous thyroid a couple years back...
I step on the scale and it shows 10 pounds less. I do it again. Same result. Eh, so what?
Still lardass certified....
"I TOLD you so! Now, let's get you in to the doctor."
Nope, that's it. Stop right there. I'm fine, my pendulous belly is fine, everything is hunky dory....
but inside I'm thinking to myself "hey, lost some weight there stud. Good job!"
Yeah well, no good deed goes unpunished.
Yes, there's more....
Today, my sleeker, lighter arse goes springing out the door on the way to the garage, the way I have
for decades now. I hit the 3rd step down off the porch and....I go right through the board.
Snapped it in half like kindling, gouged my leg with shards of rotten pressure treat on the way down.
Yeah, so much for being lighter there, lard ***....
One of those real quick-like humblings one gets in this life when we get a little cocky, I reckon.
Lesson learned...
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*snicker*That'll teach you not to listen to your wife.
Since you brought it up....*snicker*
Cue the comments on my thick ankles in 3,2,1....
Get those girlie looking feet outside and do some workI'll give y'all another quick story here...
(The story you're about to read is true. None of the names have been changed,
since there's no innocent parties to protect)
The wife looks at me a couple days ago and says out of the blue "you've been losing weight".
Uh nope, don't think so dear. Fat bellied as ever here....
"Have you been eating? You know you don't eat when you worry".
Uh nope dear, been eating as usual I reckon.
"Are you feeling ok? Anything bothering you?"
I'm fine, dear. Really. No COVID, no plague, nada. Fine.
"Go step on the scale then. I know I'm right about this!"
Oy. Fine....I never step on a scale these days, but to hush her, I'll do it.
I usually weigh about 255 or so, have since they took the cancerous thyroid a couple years back...
I step on the scale and it shows 10 pounds less. I do it again. Same result. Eh, so what?
Still lardass certified....
"I TOLD you so! Now, let's get you in to the doctor."
Nope, that's it. Stop right there. I'm fine, my pendulous belly is fine, everything is hunky dory....
but inside I'm thinking to myself "hey, lost some weight there stud. Good job!"
Yeah well, no good deed goes unpunished.
Yes, there's more....
Today, my sleeker, lighter arse goes springing out the door on the way to the garage, the way I have
for decades now. I hit the 3rd step down off the porch and....I go right through the board.
Snapped it in half like kindling, gouged my leg with shards of rotten pressure treat on the way down.
Yeah, so much for being lighter there, lard ***....
One of those real quick-like humblings one gets in this life when we get a little cocky, I reckon.
Lesson learned...
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Get those girlie looking feet outside and do some work