Over the past few months I've noticed that the HAMB has mellowed a bit. There was once a time that you couldn't go in there without you're Rusty Trusty Sh** Shield. All you had to do was whisper the R word (Ratrod), and you got dung flung at you from every direction. Maybe they're starting to add 2+2=4, and figuring out that after five years their ride is still half assembled, not painted and they're saving up their pennies for more chrome, and we've been driving and enjoying ours for the past four years. I wonder if they realize that if they leave their rod to sit untouched, Mother Nature will turn it into a Rat Rod at no cost to them.
HMMM....Should we go over there and drop hints that we spent far less time and money, and we're having the time of our lives???......NAH!!!
Let them be in their own little world. One day, one of them will try to climb out of it and accidentally pull the flush handle. Then we won't have to be concerned about them anymore.
Aren't I the "Snotty little SOB" this morning...(Now, where did I put them Chill Pills)
