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Signs of the times

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Our Pro-Military, Veteran, and Thin Blue Line place / Re: Chinooks
« on: December 30, 2015, 07:47:12 PM »
Rob, the gentleman from NZ I met in Kandahar just sent me these:

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D.O.T. / Re: Robert Blout
« on: December 30, 2015, 11:20:11 AM »
My dad...

B-17G driver

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Will,
I've said it and I feel it just like all of you.
We're going down the slippery slope. Some will disagree, but there is not much remaining that will save us from going over the edge. I think we have a big fight (for survival) staring us in the face. The enemy is real, he is here, and he is gaining strength.
But, through faith, I am an immovable object!

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Hide Site / Re: Hide site, retirement site.
« on: December 30, 2015, 09:36:57 AM »
Holy Tamale!

That is sturdy! Good welds too!

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 30, 2015, 09:35:37 AM »
Good point men

Those lilly livered boyz are outside today for yard work in the rain!

If no one hears from me it's probably due to the jail time for child abuse!

Another D.O.T. note  Anyone see that movie "Max" yet? Pretty good one. A marine EOD/recon dog. Good people, great dog!

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D.O.T. / Robert Blout
« on: December 30, 2015, 09:26:42 AM »
Robert Blout...We all call him uncle Bob

Last night we celebrated his 96th birthday!

He looks maybe mid 70's and obviously has longevity in his bloodline.

He is all alone save for all of us. None of the people of his generation are around anymore, Life for them a thing of the past.

Uncle Bob is no ordinary man to say the least. He lives very modestly in a trailer he purchased sometime in the early 1960's. A small white and blue thing that he resides in and hardly if ever leaves anymore.

Up until a year or so ago, he did morning situps and pushups, a carryover from his Army days no doubt.

Bob, who enlisted in the Army for the infantry was sent to Great Britian. He joined over a million other US Soldiers waiting to invade Europe. He was some sort of super infantry guy and was picked to go join a bunch of crazy guys, called Rangers. Bob says they were nuts, so much so that he asked to be placed back into his old unit with the buddies he had joined with and others he had come to know.

He spent 5 months with the rangers, but when D-Day came, he hit the beaches with an infantry division. Bob crewed a half track towing a 37mm anti tank gun. He fought all the way across France and into Germany. He was wounded, fought nearly every day, was overrun once and had to flee into the forest to survive. He fought back perusing German infantry with their own weapons, but ditched them for fear he would be killed upon capture. Germans did not take lightly to us soldiers using their dead comrades weapons against them. Bob didn't care. He liked the 9mm sub machine gun over his Garand.
Bob fought every day until the war ended and then served for a goodly time as the occupying Army in Germany. Blout is a German name. His grand parents I think came from the old country, and I believe he speaks some of the language. He can't hear anymore, so conversation is difficult.

His walls are festooned with daggers and swords he took off of dead SS officers he killed. My boys are always fascinated by them. He even picked up what I think is a French sword from the crusades from a monastery.

He has a swastika luger in the 7.62 caliber and some other weird German pistol. But he doesn't talk about it. Looking at pics he has will cause tears and a PTSD like reaction from him.

He's the real deal, and he is one of the last. Happy Birthday Bob!

He won't read this, he doesn't do computers...

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: Korean Junk
« on: December 30, 2015, 09:02:16 AM »
They're feedin' on each other!

I love it!

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Firearms / Re: Building my First AR15
« on: December 29, 2015, 11:50:56 AM »
Back to the bolt not holding open thing.
If it doesn't start locking back after swapping mags
then I'm wondering how you pushed in the pin that holds the bolt catch?
You could tap it enough to bend the ear in somewhat and bind the pivoting action of the latch.
I broke an ear off once...

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 29, 2015, 11:40:39 AM »
So back on topic, how'd the pre ranger like the gift?
Loves it!
We haven't been able to get anywhere to blast anything yet due to the drenching rains we have been having though...

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: Korean Junk
« on: December 29, 2015, 11:35:50 AM »
One of my daughters apparently was temporarily insane once...purchased a Kia Optima...
I know I beat them up, but a part of that comes from living in Korea for two years. I flew past the Hyundai plant a lot and saw how they were just killing the environment. I thought it would be fitting to drop a few blivets of jet gas on a parking lot at the sea port where maybe ten thousand of those cars would be lined up. No one started any wars, so I couldn't "Accidentally" drop any ordinance on that place...
But I guess this is just an international good ole one world place these days. I guess that is getting to be OK and the problem is I just don't fit in it well.
Glad that these cars are working for you folks

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Build Threads / Re: 1998 Jeep XJ
« on: December 29, 2015, 11:26:58 AM »
As our leader would say"give that man a gold star"!  Enjoy your trip to Reno Bobby. Hope there is no shooting.  And stay away from Lamar Odom's house.....


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Beat me to it!

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 28, 2015, 05:44:43 PM »
Yep, Shawn has it mostly correct.

Anyone can own a fully automatic weapon or even a destructive device (Above .50 cal)
All you need to do is buy one and buy the $200 tax stamp and it's yours...start spraying woodpeckers and groundhogs to your heart's delight
But buying the thing is the hang up.
Automatic weapons were for sale up until 1984 when auto guns made thereafter were made illegal.
So all you have to do is go find a pre 1984 auto gun for 20K-30K and buy it, then pay the ATF tax stamp and you're GTG
If you have a FFL
Then you can apply for a class 3 license to resale auto guns. Then you can buy a new HK 416 for $1500 in full auto and posses it until you sell it to your local police department. When you cease to own the class 3 license, then you must saw up the full auto guns and spend three weeks in therapy for doing such an awful thing to a good gun!

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: More of my writings...
« on: December 28, 2015, 02:19:11 PM »
Another piece.

Call it "A glimpse into military life"

Folks, right here is a glimpse into military life: Right in the middle of what has become your life, big change is always just around the corner for the military family. You are making friends, you like your church and pastor. You’ve just figured out where the best local camping spot is which has a great bass hole nearby. You've made friends throughout the area, Life is just great, then you get a letter.

It has a copy of a set of orders. You are being transferred to Fairbanks Alaska from your assignment in Savannah, Georgia. But first you will need to go to some school for three months to learn something the higher-ups think is career enhancing. So you uproot your wife who absolutely hates the cold and flip her life on its head as well. She just got a spot she worked for in the choir and finally enjoys decent pay and position at the job she has. That special girlfriend she made last year is no more and she goes into limbo for 5-6 months. You go off to Ft. Where-in-the-heck to learn this thing you will need for your Alaskan adventure.

You go to school, and the wife moves back with her folks with your two babies. They somehow sort all of that out with the loving help of her folks and some old friends. Meanwhile you have to show up every day at some class and try hard to learn just like nothing's wrong.

Then you pack up again and load up your 100,000 Plus mile Ford truck and drive three thousand miles by yourself to "Report" to your next duty station. You have to work hard to fit in and try to find out what's going on. Dividing your attention makes things difficult because along with all the new you constantly wonder how "They" are doing so far away. Maybe your new job is a hostile environment. The Colonel is a jerk and all about himself and his next promotion, a phenomena you are finding more and more common in this “New Army.” You start to really dislike being forced in the name of fitting in to become something you were never meant to be, a yes man.

Places to live are scarce up there, and the base housing people tell you then can probably get you into on base housing maybe 4 months. Off post you can't afford much and your home search is really more cost driven than location oriented. You make compromises to live in a crowded neighborhood because with your meager salary stretched to breaking by having to maintain two households, you can’t afford all that much. You nervously sign a lease agreement and give the "Good" news to your wife. Your youngest baby started walking two months ago but you missed all that because, since you were the "New guy," you were tagged for something no one else wanted to do. The Commander sent you on a month long field training exercise that you have yet to really recover from. Cell phones weren’t allowed or didn’t work out there.

Finally you arrange to get her up with you. She is happy to see you but the look on her face when she looks around her new home is not one of joy. So your new life begins. She gets the kids registered in day care or school or whatever and tries to find a job. It bugs her that she is smart and has a communications degree, but employers up there are not keen on hiring military spouses because they know she really is only temporary help. The best she can do is a part time secretarial job which may lead to a management position later on.

Somehow you manage to get along, but it's a hollow life. Devoid of real long term friends and always with a sense that "all this will end shortly." You know down deep inside thatl this will pass along with the memories of Savannah and every other place you have ever been. This is not your chosen home, just another place to work and serve for a time, then all too soon, to put in the rear view mirror just like every other duty station.

All the normal things of life continue to happen whether you are there as a couple to experience and work through, or not. Wives and kids still get sick, parents pass away, diseases come and go and car accidents happen at all the wrong times. I took a call once in Baghdad from my wife. While trying to hold it all together she explained that my step daughter was in the middle of a mangled car being cut out by rescue people. The helicopter was already there, and the paramedic had just told my wife, he is not sure... And with hearing that, I had to get in a helicopter 20 minutes later and fly an escort mission to protect a convoy crossing through that war torn city.

So our hypothetical soldier presses on, now a respected member of this Infantry brigade he comes home one night with a solemn expression. She senses something is wrong, but he waits until the kids go to bed to explain. His unit was notified today that they will be shipping out to Afghanistan in 6 months. It's a short straw thing, the unit slated to do the deployment had fudged the readiness reports and the truth is that they were really nowhere near ready to deploy. Their commander has been fired and some general somewhere tagged your outfit to do the heavy lifting.

The news is actually worse. You won't be leaving in six months, but in a month and a half. You have to go to Ft. Erwin in California to get some last minute desert warfare training and you will be there a couple months all total.

Folks, this stuff really happens...Been there and did that a few times.

Well she doesn't know what to think. She is scared both for you and for herself and the not-so baby girls. She barely has a job, is 3,000 miles away from her parents and this is all coming on pretty fast.

Those months pass like a whirlwind. The Army is gracious enough to allow her to stay up in the frozen north of Fairbanks while you go off to war. He tries to memorize everything about her and the kids and finally turns to walk away and board the contract 747 on the day he leaves.

That's tough to do folks! So hard, that I'll bet a lot of you couldn't do it. He doesn't have to do this either, you know. He could do something outlandish and get out of the combat assignment. But he is a man of his word, a man of honor, so rare today... No, he walks up the steps, catches one last look of her and goes inside the plane.

She doesn't know she will never see him alive again. Not many months later she gets startled by the knock on the front door. The TV set in the back ground switched to Fox news is going on about some attack overseas against an Army convoy, names being withheld until notification of next of kin. A young Captain and a Major is standing outside the doorway. She recognizes the ranking one as the base chaplain. They scarcely say a word and she can't hear it anyway because deep down inside she knows already and for a while she just checks out, this is beyond anything she can handle.

It was a roadside bomb in a place without a name. All four in the HMMV were killed, and the Army is very sorry. But in that moment and the several million that always follow, that "Sorry" doesn't do much to fill the void. She has no husband. The girls grow up without their dad. He is eternally young to them, the picture mom has out on the dresser, of a young twenty something captain with crossed rifles on his uniform is somewhat yellowed now. It calls from the past ever whispering of a promise of a life that was not kept.

This is the life for some of those who serve in the military and of those who love them. This is a reality for an ever increasing number of good people. Men and women and children who try to make create a "Normal existence" out of all that craziness. The whirlwind of military life.

God watch over and bless them all. Keep them in grace and the protection of angels. They are much better than those who lead them!

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Most Favored Companies / Re: PCS AAR/Lessons Learned
« on: December 28, 2015, 02:16:53 PM »
A Glimpse Into Military Life

Folks, right here is a glimpse into military life: Right in the middle of what has become your life, big change is always just around the corner for the military family. You are making friends, you like your church and pastor. You’ve just figured out where the best local camping spot is which has a great bass hole nearby. You've made friends throughout the area, Life is just great, then you get a letter.

It has a copy of a set of orders. You are being transferred to Fairbanks Alaska from your assignment in Savannah, Georgia. But first you will need to go to some school for three months to learn something the higher-ups think is career enhancing. So you uproot your wife who absolutely hates the cold and flip her life on its head as well. She just got a spot she worked for in the choir and finally enjoys decent pay and position at the job she has. That special girlfriend she made last year is no more and she goes into limbo for 5-6 months. You go off to Ft. Where-in-the-heck to learn this thing you will need for your Alaskan adventure.

You go to school, and the wife moves back with her folks with your two babies. They somehow sort all of that out with the loving help of her folks and some old friends. Meanwhile you have to show up every day at some class and try hard to learn just like nothing's wrong.

Then you pack up again and load up your 100,000 Plus mile Ford truck and drive three thousand miles by yourself to "Report" to your next duty station. You have to work hard to fit in and try to find out what's going on. Dividing your attention makes things difficult because along with all the new you constantly wonder how "They" are doing so far away. Maybe your new job is a hostile environment. The Colonel is a jerk and all about himself and his next promotion, a phenomena you are finding more and more common in this “New Army.” You start to really dislike being forced in the name of fitting in to become something you were never meant to be, a yes man.

Places to live are scarce up there, and the base housing people tell you then can probably get you into on base housing maybe 4 months. Off post you can't afford much and your home search is really more cost driven than location oriented. You make compromises to live in a crowded neighborhood because with your meager salary stretched to breaking by having to maintain two households, you can’t afford all that much. You nervously sign a lease agreement and give the "Good" news to your wife. Your youngest baby started walking two months ago but you missed all that because, since you were the "New guy," you were tagged for something no one else wanted to do. The Commander sent you on a month long field training exercise that you have yet to really recover from. Cell phones weren’t allowed or didn’t work out there.

Finally you arrange to get her up with you. She is happy to see you but the look on her face when she looks around her new home is not one of joy. So your new life begins. She gets the kids registered in day care or school or whatever and tries to find a job. It bugs her that she is smart and has a communications degree, but employers up there are not keen on hiring military spouses because they know she really is only temporary help. The best she can do is a part time secretarial job which may lead to a management position later on.

Somehow you manage to get along, but it's a hollow life. Devoid of real long term friends and always with a sense that "all this will end shortly." You know down deep inside thatl this will pass along with the memories of Savannah and every other place you have ever been. This is not your chosen home, just another place to work and serve for a time, then all too soon, to put in the rear view mirror just like every other duty station.

All the normal things of life continue to happen whether you are there as a couple to experience and work through, or not. Wives and kids still get sick, parents pass away, diseases come and go and car accidents happen at all the wrong times. I took a call once in Baghdad from my wife. While trying to hold it all together she explained that my step daughter was in the middle of a mangled car being cut out by rescue people. The helicopter was already there, and the paramedic had just told my wife, he is not sure... And with hearing that, I had to get in a helicopter 20 minutes later and fly an escort mission to protect a convoy crossing through that war torn city.

So our hypothetical soldier presses on, now a respected member of this Infantry brigade he comes home one night with a solemn expression. She senses something is wrong, but he waits until the kids go to bed to explain. His unit was notified today that they will be shipping out to Afghanistan in 6 months. It's a short straw thing, the unit slated to do the deployment had fudged the readiness reports and the truth is that they were really nowhere near ready to deploy. Their commander has been fired and some general somewhere tagged your outfit to do the heavy lifting.

The news is actually worse. You won't be leaving in six months, but in a month and a half. You have to go to Ft. Erwin in California to get some last minute desert warfare training and you will be there a couple months all total.

Folks, this stuff really happens...Been there and did that a few times.

Well she doesn't know what to think. She is scared both for you and for herself and the not-so baby girls. She barely has a job, is 3,000 miles away from her parents and this is all coming on pretty fast.

Those months pass like a whirlwind. The Army is gracious enough to allow her to stay up in the frozen north of Fairbanks while you go off to war. He tries to memorize everything about her and the kids and finally turns to walk away and board the contract 747 on the day he leaves.

That's tough to do folks! So hard, that I'll bet a lot of you couldn't do it. He doesn't have to do this either, you know. He could do something outlandish and get out of the combat assignment. But he is a man of his word, a man of honor, so rare today... No, he walks up the steps, catches one last look of her and goes inside the plane.

She doesn't know she will never see him alive again. Not many months later she gets startled by the knock on the front door. The TV set in the back ground switched to Fox news is going on about some attack overseas against an Army convoy, names being withheld until notification of next of kin. A young Captain and a Major is standing outside the doorway. She recognizes the ranking one as the base chaplain. They scarcely say a word and she can't hear it anyway because deep down inside she knows already and for a while she just checks out, this is beyond anything she can handle.

It was a roadside bomb in a place without a name. All four in the HMMV were killed, and the Army is very sorry. But in that moment and the several million that always follow, that "Sorry" doesn't do much to fill the void. She has no husband. The girls grow up without their dad. He is eternally young to them, the picture mom has out on the dresser, of a young twenty something captain with crossed rifles on his uniform is somewhat yellowed now. It calls from the past ever whispering of a promise of a life that was not kept.

This is the life for some of those who serve in the military and of those who love them. This is a reality for an ever increasing number of good people. Men and women and children who try to make create a "Normal existence" out of all that craziness. The whirlwind of military life.

God watch over and bless them all. Keep them in grace and the protection of angels. They are much better than those who lead them!

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Tires, Wheels, and Suspension / Re: Atturo anyone???
« on: December 28, 2015, 12:43:20 PM »
I gotta plug the M55's again. Not sure how much they'd be in 18 35's.
I can tell you that if I can ever wear mine out I will buy them again.
Sam, they do not come in a 35" R18 size...

Those new RT's do, however.

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Hide Site / Re: Hide site, retirement site.
« on: December 28, 2015, 12:29:43 PM »
Looking forward to more updates.   I like other have struggled with getting family on board.  Even harder is dealing with this mixed family.  I have responsibilities to my wife and children but two of my children will inevitably feel they have responsibilities to their other families.  I can't think of leaving home with just my wife and two kids and abandoning the other two to the less prepared other parental units.   I also have no desire to help the other units much further then they are willing to help with the preparation of worse case scenario


Raising boys into RealMen!!
You're reading too much into it

Here's what you do

Do what you need to do for your immediate family

Then pray earnestly, perhaps after fasting a time, that God would protect the extended family and provide for their safety. That should he bring them to you, that he would then provide what you need to do his work.

After that, it's faith. Either you believe that the Lord answers prayer or you don't!

(Hint: HE does!) :-))

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 28, 2015, 11:47:20 AM »
AR's are like trim

When you trim a house, you know baseboards, and quarter round and so forth

Well, when you start trimming, you always need to add more trim

Therefore a long time in a state not so far away

I came up with a saying:

Trim begat trim

Meaning the more you trim the more you will need to continue to trim

If you add a crown molding, it will end up being a five element design. And that will have to be balanced with a Wayne's coating (Or is it Waine's-coating??)
Then if you do a Wayne's coating or chair rail, well you might have to redo the baseboard to be a bit more grander.

And on and on

Trim begat trim

M4 building begat more M4's...see how it works?

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Build Threads / Re: 1998 Jeep XJ
« on: December 28, 2015, 10:54:30 AM »
I have to agree with what's his name ^^^

Buy the used motor, pull the head. hand port it, well just clean up the roughness in the casting, good performance valve job with a larger seat surface. Paint up the inside and outside, weld a chunk of plate steel onto the oil pan bottom, do the cam.
Heck, send the pan to me and I'll do it for ya!
As Norm would say, toss in a High lift, short duration bump stick, and think about cam timing.
Gasket it all up and bolt her in.

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Soldier Up / Re: New Goals
« on: December 28, 2015, 10:49:36 AM »
FYI: one half of the earth's atmosphere exists from sea level up to 4,000 feet, so at a mile high, you are already on the short side. To compensate, the human body will actually generate an extra quart of blood over a year or two depending on physical exertion.
Two points here: You will have more endurance having trained at altitude than the beach combers. Secondly, going higher has less of an effect up to a point.

The tipping points are 10,000, 12,000, and 14,000 feet
Military Aviators can fly at 10,000 indefinitely
Above that from 10,000-12,000 they are limited to an hour max without supplemental O2
From 12,000-14,000 you are limited to 30 min max, and from experience closer to the top end only works if you have been working out.
Aviators need to be on O2 constantly for any flights above 14,000 for any amount of time. You will find it really difficult above or around 12,000.
I sure saw that over in Afghanistan!

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Tires, Wheels, and Suspension / Re: Atturo anyone???
« on: December 27, 2015, 11:12:03 PM »
Running Toyo MT's at the moment

They don't last long on the back end with that Grizzly locker chewin' on em in the turns.

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Firearms / Re: Cerakote for the 1911
« on: December 27, 2015, 11:10:23 PM »
Purdy!

You drop that thing out there and it's a gonner!

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: Air Hog
« on: December 27, 2015, 11:09:24 PM »
I hope those air hogs getting aerated with pellets do better than our Armee choppers against the darned AK

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Humor, Good Stuff, and Red Neck Practices! / Re: An Anthropological Primer
« on: December 27, 2015, 11:07:35 PM »
That wasn't true??????? ;)

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 27, 2015, 11:06:19 PM »
Well, does she need to know? Yep, hard to just have 1.
Like eatin" tater chips...Hard to have just one!

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Shops Garages and Barns / Re: My first garage!
« on: December 27, 2015, 06:18:09 PM »
Haha you think that's a mess, you should see the pile of dirt on the left just out of the shot, it's gotta be 10 feet high!!
I hope to see lots of the latter when I get Sarge wallowing in some Kintucky dirt!

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: Air Hog
« on: December 27, 2015, 05:17:10 PM »
What about taking that thing for a pass in front of a bunch of us with M4's?

See if anyone can blast it out of the air.

Seems like a reasonable and safe pastime, agree?

Doesn't the machine gun shoot in Tennessee do that?
With airplanes, not helos
I'd probably have a flash back and take out the guys Shootin' at ma bro in the whirly-bird!

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Tires, Wheels, and Suspension / Re: Atturo anyone???
« on: December 27, 2015, 05:15:26 PM »
Couldn't you sell your 18s or trade on CL? Might make it easier..
Yea, prolly could. Wheels are OK, back tires maybe 40%, front tires about 80% and spare 30%
Wouldn't get much for em' I'd think

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Tires, Wheels, and Suspension / Re: Atturo anyone???
« on: December 27, 2015, 05:01:50 PM »
Like I said. The 18s are limiting you some err, LOTS.
Yup

Fixed it ^^^^

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Shops Garages and Barns / Re: My first garage!
« on: December 27, 2015, 05:01:09 PM »
Darned thing is full of dirt!

What a mess!

Where's the garage?

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 27, 2015, 05:00:10 PM »
^^^That for me?

Someone hijacked my thread (Ha! My thread...What a foreign concept to people on this site!) :o

If it was and we are still talking about Square D or the DR or my gun build or CIEMR, or whatever this started as, I don't remember whose kit. I pick them up from Aim surplus a few at a time...

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: Air Hog
« on: December 27, 2015, 04:57:17 PM »
What about taking that thing for a pass in front of a bunch of us with M4's?

See if anyone can blast it out of the air.

Seems like a reasonable and safe pastime, agree?

23334
Humor, Good Stuff, and Red Neck Practices! / Re: An Anthropological Primer
« on: December 27, 2015, 04:55:26 PM »
I'm having some difficulty with the fact that some liberal men evolved into women...

I always thought a woman was always a woman, although I would concur that the more butchy liberal women seem to be closer to their man roots than I care to acknowledge!

23335
Ammo & Reloading / Re: Enjoying my Christmas present from the wife.
« on: December 27, 2015, 04:49:22 PM »
One thing there I'll never see: Cleanliness!
Good lookin' work area bro!

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 26, 2015, 07:56:50 PM »
8 years old for owning their own gun is pushing it but OK.
I don't think they are GTG to use it unsupervised.

For a season (Literally) I would let my boys shoot their rifles as long as I was there doing something. The next year I let them go off on their own with the guns

23337
Tires, Wheels, and Suspension / Re: Atturo anyone???
« on: December 26, 2015, 07:52:48 PM »
You sticking with 35s or going to 36s?

My STTs have an E rating, do these? It is the 18 inch that is getting you.

They stopped making the STT and now make the STpro with new center tread. If you can find the STT they may discount them?
Either 35" or 37"
I haven't seen 36" except for the BFG's to fit the 18" wheel I am using

23338
D.O.T. / Re: mandatory fun
« on: December 26, 2015, 01:10:42 PM »
UK vs Louisville today...Were there any other games in the nation/world today?

23339
D.O.T. / Re: mandatory fun
« on: December 26, 2015, 01:08:38 PM »
No clue...Rock climbing? ;)

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Build Threads / Re: The Bus
« on: December 26, 2015, 11:53:12 AM »
Another way to do it is to buy some bends of tubing in the appropriate size from Summit, then butt clamp it all together...or mark the position and find a buddy who can weld

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Firearms / Re: My son's M4 Cristmas gun build
« on: December 26, 2015, 11:48:53 AM »
Dad of the year award :D

He's going to love it


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He was literally speechless
The other brother wants one
And the girls were lookin' pretty hard as well...

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: Air Hog
« on: December 26, 2015, 11:46:30 AM »
that would probably be a good indicator on why you never became a rotary wing pilot.....................;D
Ah, don't know about that
I've seen plenty of so called pilots
That I had to wonder if their dad was a senator or a general
No other reason made sense why they could have "earned" those silver wings!
Besides
One day during a SCUD attack, I put my first sergeant in the left seat of a Chinook and we took off like that, with him as my copilot He did OK!

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Coffee Induced Early Morning Rant / Re: Kitchen duty
« on: December 25, 2015, 05:24:57 PM »
Hmmm

Life

Hope you all survive intact and she doesn't have to go to her own emergency room!

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Build Threads / Re: The Bus
« on: December 25, 2015, 05:23:24 PM »
Tex next time your under the red sled will you take a few photos of your side dump exhaust please.  I am interested in doing that instead of the under my bed dump. 


Raising boys into RealMen!!
Dave,
Easy
If you're using most of the common kits, just take the tail pipe section(s) and attach one or both of them to the back of the muffler, leaving out the section of straight pipe. I want to say I used the first section of my Diamond 4" "over the hump" part on the back of my muffla' to get my side exit done

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Message from the Owner / Re: Merry Christmas, 2015
« on: December 25, 2015, 05:18:21 PM »
God Bless you all and your families:

I was blessed to host my father, my daughters, the eldest girls fiancée, along with my wife and spent Christmas Eve together!  Aside from salvation, the best gifts I'll ever receive!
Daughters...How cool!

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Lockheed L1011 Tristar


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Give that man a gold star
L1011 ( Pronounced: L 10-11)it is!
Ancient bulk of a plane that one!

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Firearms / Re: Some Glock Mods
« on: December 24, 2015, 08:43:56 PM »
Nice job.  We added the extended slide release and also the extended mag release to both of our g17's.  I know not everyone likes the longer mag release but we really like them.
The Gen 4 guns already have a much larger and improved mag release. You don't need to replace it on the newer Glock IMHO

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The plane that sucked the container into the inlet is a MD11.


Not a DC-10 or the follow on MD-11 bro!

Guess again

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D.O.T. / Re: Exotic pets... who has something besides dogs and cats?
« on: December 24, 2015, 08:36:15 PM »
We have a bearded dragon. It was maybe 3" long when I bought it. Darned thing is now well over two feet long. Can eat 50 crickets at a sitting!

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Message from the Owner / Merry Christmas, 2015
« on: December 24, 2015, 08:33:14 PM »
Merry Christmas to all of you faithful here and to visitors alike.

Tonight, Christmas eve where I live, we reflect on the birth of the baby Jesus. God remade in the form of a man so that he could experience human existence and tell us all about God the father, through this man, Jesus who would become the Christ.
Nothing we can ever do will amount to left over dust from his sandals, however knowing that, we press forward to share his message.

Christmas is a time in America for big profits for most retail merchants and corporations. It is a time when most of us over buy, over eat, and indulge in everything and sort of just let go. We go into the season with a sense of dread sometimes because of the need to spend so much money that most of us really do not have. We dread the mall traffic and sometimes even that certain relative who can never maintain control. It is a stressful time when record numbers of soldiers face separation anxiety and a loss of direction under the pitiful leadership of our commander in chief. Some will end their lives because they just can't take it anymore.

It is a time of all that and lots more, and why? Well, because we made it that way. I am less of a man if I don't match last years expenditures of hard earned cash on gifts. My neighbor is a better person because of the Mercedes he bought for his wife. Matters not the $1,000 payments for 84 months, nope, he did it, and that's what is good...Right?

Well none of that really matters at all, except in a shallow way that is worldly and superficial. What really matters is what we race in America to push down and eliminate where ever we can. What matters is the Birth, life, and message of Jesus. For that I am eternally thankful. I will not remember that excellent Sig 7.62 I scored for Christmas this year, because it won't fit through those massive pearly gates of heaven. Without that weapon or anything else made from molecules, for that matter will accompany me. But the people I delivered the message of forgiveness, grace, and of salvation from an eternal separation from God (Code named Hell) will remember. They will await me and thank me, and God will appreciate that as well.

We need only remember the real reason for this season, even though Jesus was probably not born on December 25th, it is never the less the day we all take time to celebrate his birth. Let's do that. Let's put our only priority on praising him. And thanking him for the real and the greatest gift, the gift of salvation. Let's love our families and maybe some others as well, you know who they are. God is love, so loving the people of God and especially the precious ones he gave each of us, should be our earthly focus and not some non bio degradable plastic thing processed from hazardous materials by slave labor in China.

Merry Christmas to all and thank you Lord Jesus for caring for me and everyone on this planet. Thank you for your word, thank you for the parables. Thank you for the lessons, the miracles, the angels, and that bloody awful day you suffered on a tree. Thank you for all of that!

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