silverbear
The Boy Who Never Grew Up
Got up to water the garden and feed the wood stove, checked the clock and saw that it was five something (or was it six something?), heated up a cup of coffee and sat down to the laptop. Nice to catch up a bit on forum doings in the pre-dawn. Just noticed that I misread the clock and it is now going on 1:00 A.M. Good grief. Not that it actually matters. These kinds of things seem to be part of geezerdom which I'm trying to laugh at and accept. For those of you young folks at fifty or so, go ahead and laugh, but keep in mind you are being forewarned of coming detractions in the feature show of old age. The great silver screen has a few holes in it.
Ipana toothpaste. I still remember at least part of the T.V. advertising jingle. "Brusha brusha brusha, with a new Ipana... you're bound to crack a smile!" (or break a smile or something a smile. Bucky Beaver, railroad engineer had a nice set of teeth but a really stupid jingle. A memory I have from around 13 or so is in being half asleep while prepping for school and mistaking a tube of Colgate toothpaste with my brother's tube of Brylcream hair lube as they had the same white and red tube. Woke me right up and I did have a brilliant smile that day. Those dang jingles would get into your head like a sound loop and start killing off brain cells right and left. "Brylcream, a little dab'll do ya, Brylcream, you'll look so debanaire." There, if you're old enough to remember, your brain has just been fed a jingle virus. Good luck shaking it off. Mental floss is about the only thing to get rid of it. Insert through right ear to left and vigorously floss. It really does work, but may lead to migraine headaches which is still better than having the jingles. Ha.
NIMBY, I thought that might have to do with being nimble, like in Jack being nimble or possibly having to do with mamby pamby which I never understood either. Life is full of mysteries, eh? Sigh. Yes, I live in cold country, but it helps to keep out the riffraff. There's another one... what exactly is riffraff? More sigh...
Ah, Steve is negotiating I see. So if you become chef at motorbicycle summer camp (for boys who never grew up) then I have to do my own welding? Hadn't thought of that.
Dang, there's always something to screw up a good thing. We'll talk about it, eh?
So, Ray, you can switch the wires around on the ignition module? How do you check the strength of the spark, just see how it runs? These modules might make good replacements on the old villiars 2 strokes which I understand had Lucas electrics. I recall Steve calling Lucas Electric "The Prince of Darkness" and saying it was the reason for the warm beer in England. Not a great reputation for solid electronics. Maybe the Nova II is here to save the day.
Well, now that I've had my first morning coffee and it is 1:30 A.M. I guess I'll stare at the "kindalikeawhizzer", read awhile and then take a nap, get up a little closer to dawn and try again. Good morning!
SB
Ipana toothpaste. I still remember at least part of the T.V. advertising jingle. "Brusha brusha brusha, with a new Ipana... you're bound to crack a smile!" (or break a smile or something a smile. Bucky Beaver, railroad engineer had a nice set of teeth but a really stupid jingle. A memory I have from around 13 or so is in being half asleep while prepping for school and mistaking a tube of Colgate toothpaste with my brother's tube of Brylcream hair lube as they had the same white and red tube. Woke me right up and I did have a brilliant smile that day. Those dang jingles would get into your head like a sound loop and start killing off brain cells right and left. "Brylcream, a little dab'll do ya, Brylcream, you'll look so debanaire." There, if you're old enough to remember, your brain has just been fed a jingle virus. Good luck shaking it off. Mental floss is about the only thing to get rid of it. Insert through right ear to left and vigorously floss. It really does work, but may lead to migraine headaches which is still better than having the jingles. Ha.
NIMBY, I thought that might have to do with being nimble, like in Jack being nimble or possibly having to do with mamby pamby which I never understood either. Life is full of mysteries, eh? Sigh. Yes, I live in cold country, but it helps to keep out the riffraff. There's another one... what exactly is riffraff? More sigh...
Ah, Steve is negotiating I see. So if you become chef at motorbicycle summer camp (for boys who never grew up) then I have to do my own welding? Hadn't thought of that.
Dang, there's always something to screw up a good thing. We'll talk about it, eh?
So, Ray, you can switch the wires around on the ignition module? How do you check the strength of the spark, just see how it runs? These modules might make good replacements on the old villiars 2 strokes which I understand had Lucas electrics. I recall Steve calling Lucas Electric "The Prince of Darkness" and saying it was the reason for the warm beer in England. Not a great reputation for solid electronics. Maybe the Nova II is here to save the day.
Well, now that I've had my first morning coffee and it is 1:30 A.M. I guess I'll stare at the "kindalikeawhizzer", read awhile and then take a nap, get up a little closer to dawn and try again. Good morning!
SB
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