The pool is open

Susie and I hauled the pool table in. We have a little rearranging to do but it should work. Stay tuned for the pool party announcement.

Droppin' Bombs

So I happened upon this picture on the interwebs today. Could you imagine being on the ground and seeing all these bombs headed at you. I'd probably crap my pants. Although by the time you saw them, it would probably be to late anyway. In case you were wondering, the plane is a B-2 Spirit Bomber. There are only 20 of these in use and in the 19 years of service, only one has crashed. And apparently there have been more than 75,000 flying hours without incident. Planes are cool, especially when they are stealth and carry a metric shit ton of bombs.

Carved pumpkins

Clean slate

Just got done cleaning off the ol' workbench in preparation for a new project. What that is exactly, I'm not sure. There will be something though. It might even be the old Honda 400.

As I was doing my usual Saturday morning internetting, I came upon these pictures again. They're from Life magazine way back in 1965. That's before you (excluding some readers of the blog, like my Mom (she's going to be 50 this year, whoa)) and me were born. And the reason I stumbled on these pictures (available at http://images.google.com/search?q=hells+angels&q=source%3Alife&biw=1382&bih=979&tbm=isch#q=hells+angels+source:life&hl=en&safe=off&tbm=isch&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&fp=1&biw=1440&bih=785 ) is that the photographer, Bill Ray, has a book out with these images and the story of how he got them. The book is Hells Angels of San Berdoo '65 Inside The Mother Charter ( http://www.blurb.com/books/2431067 ). There are some interesting pictures, like the one below.

It just seems like it would be interesting to hear (and see) the conversation they are having. Or how about this one.

"You gotta go!" Or something like that. The guy with the mustache standing in back by the building does not look to happy. But some of the coolest pictures are the riding shots. Like the one at the top and this one.

If those don't make you want to ride a motorcycle, well, maybe you're just not American. Or they scare you. They scare me.