ORIGINAL: DamnSkippy

Albeeno, you're my boy.

But BC, wrote what I wouldn't this AM.

Don't hold onto resentment over an obligatory response to such unchecked bravado.

It's excellent, you were in the moment and espousing such confidence and unchecked conviction. But therein lies the beauty of life, irony. I love (no offense intended to Boston w/ this analogy 'cause I'd say I'm a Senator fan, if enough ritalin were produced to quell my HDD long enough to watch one baseball game, series included) to point to the fence, call my shot and strike out swinging. I'm a bit cocky from time to time, but I don't have too much pride to laugh at myself as well. It's OK, we all screw up, and we're not surgeons; so no one dies when we do.

I bet Stuntman Mike is decent enough, in the core, but my father(step) was what this guy is purporting to be, and no offense to any of us, but he was too busy walking the walk to be talking/typing the talk. He WAS shot. He WAS stabbed, He WAS cut, He WAS beaten with batons, rocks, etc, and He DID DRAG race and win trophies in his MOPAR (my avitar); so for someone whose doing an over the top introduction with no sign of shtick is kind offensive.

Come in with respect, be treated with respect. Blood in; blood ....oh wait....that's Gangland on History channel (yeah, I'm a bit of a geek)

Not to sound like a hippy, but life is too short to not share genuine experiences and who we are w/o facades and charades and other things that should rhyme with shades but are pronounced rhyming with mods (damned frogs and their crazy language).

As a misunderstood, 100 mile an hour Hyundai driving philosopher once, so eloquently, stated "Can't we all just get along?"

Come on share the love that is an admiration for MOPAR and cars of all makes that inspire our child like admiration and innocence.