Things change... Ahh well... No worries - There was never any pressure (just a bit of fun)
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
I'de do it but Im soooo old I'de trip over my own boobies......run forest run...![]()
Aw, that's a pity. Still, I did as you said Col and remembered the thread!![]()
Soapbox house of cards and glass, so don't go tossing your stones around.
You musta been.... high. You musta been...
New model required....
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
This dude could do some work/makeover.....starting with the sunny's....![]()
rofl... knowing Indy he'd encourage me to do something like that... he already tries to make me go boardshort-less to the beach... that aint gunna happen!!
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
No i's more like - Broad, shirtless...
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
So says you!!
*this thread is useless without pics*
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
Geez AJ, you're gonna regret posting that last one.
The vultures are circling... first it was your arse... now, who knows?
They're not going to stop now...![]()
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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