Dave & Teds Most Excellent Adventures 2013

[CyncySpyder]

I've got to tell you, my face is still hurting

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I'm sure there are some fellow skydivers out there in SpyderLovers land, right? You know that feeling you get, right after the jump out of the plane & you begin the free fall portion and your heart starts racing so fast you think it may just explode, and I don't know about you, but every time I've jumped I've had the :2thumbs:LARGEST:2thumbs: GRIN:2thumbs: cemented upon my face:clap: even after hours of touchdown, that same grin would still be planted upon my kisser, where ppl would think I was either on drugs, or up to something VERY BAD:lecturef_smilie: This may just be me, I don't know, but I find it very hard to stop that grinning from happening, which isn't a good thing, say like if you were to get pulled over by a cop:helpsmilie: can be hard to explain when your suppose to be serious, ya know:banghead:

Anyways, the reason I bring this up is, my face still has that Sh*t eat'n grin on it 2 days later from our 60 mile test ryde of Teds Red Sled Reborn. I'm serious folks, I don't know how to explain it, but its like we have an entirely different beast:yes::yes:So much fun in the twisties......... it actually hurts :bbq::bowdown::bowdown::bowdown:

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 1

Ok, so Teddy & I fell asleep curled up on the couch last night, that is, until the lil guy woke me up from him snoring so dang loudly (side effect of his collapsing trachea condition) I tell you, for such a little dog, he can sound like a freight train sometimes. Anyways, it was a little after 11pm, so up to bed we went, which turned out to be such a horrible experience, at least for me.

I'm used to not getting much sleep, so I don't have many dreams (that I can recall) but the only way to explain last nights were NIGHTMARES!!!

Backstory (you know theres always a story):
When I was 18 I was working full time as a Shift Manager at the Florence KY Pizza Hut. It was winter time with about 3 inches of snow on the ground and in the lower 20s temp. wise & needless to say, business was dead. The closing Manager said I could leave early, say 10pm instead of midnight. So I decided to go out and start my car and let it run and warm up while I went back inside to bs with the crew a bit while the cars defroster melted the ice & snow from the windows. This was wayyyyy back in 1989 & this was my first car that was mine & actually ran, which was a 1986 Ford Escort EXP, which I jokingly called the Flinstone Mobile, cause you could get out and run faster than it could, or at least it seemed that way to an 18 year ol

 

[GloryRyders]

To be continued :dontknow::dontknow:

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 2

an 18 year old me, I mean, that thing was a gutless wonder 4cylinder 5 speed with a WHOPPING 69 horsepower, UGH, but you know what, it was my favorite color scheme of Black & Red same as Teds Red Sled (I'm noticing a pattern here) and most of all, it was mine, so I did love that gutless wonder, cause it represented freedom to me, more than just economical transportation, as I'm sure many of our first cars meant to countless generations thru the ages.

Anyways, back to that frigid night at Pizza Hut. We had a good crew there and many of us were younger as many restaurants are still today, employeed with high schoolers and college kids starting to make their ways in the world and most of us liked to have fun and play practical jokes on each other..... ALL THE TIME.

So after about 20 to 30 minutes of bs'n with coworkers, I took my leave and headed out the back door into the frigid dark night. Ummmmm, Dude, where's my car? was the 1st thought thru my head, but no panic as I figured one of my coworkers must have slipped out and moved it on me, as we did this frequently to one another as a practical joke, switching parking spots and sometimes even moving them down the street to the car wash, was BIG laughs back then.

So I proceeded to slaugh thru the snow, searching for my freedom, so to speak, but I couldn't locate it anywhere, even after checking all around the building, no car. OK, they got me, back inside I go to confront my tricksters.

I admitted defeat, but to a perplexed looking group of onlookers and I thought they were just putting on an act for me, to make it look real, you know, how 'kids' will play act. But after another 15-20 minutes of me baggering them to tell me where they hid my car, one of the waitresses mentions that a homeless guy had walked in a while back & she had to ask him to leave, cause he was pesterring diners for a ride. With that statement, my stomach was in my throat & the reality that my car had most likely been stolen sank into my psyche. Here I am 23 years later, and just rememberring that night has my stomach in knotts.

I don't know if you've ever had anything Major like your car stolen or not, but it can have an unforseen emotional effect upon you.

TBC........ work work work

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 3

So now PANIC sets in, OMG!!! what do I do? I can't call Mom, she'll be so dissapointed in me that I wss so irresponsible by leaving the keys in a running car and not watching it, this was ALL MY FAULT! So I call my buddy whom I met thru work who's 6 years older than me & he was kind of like my cool big brother & we partied together all the time. (Same Best Friend I still have today 26 years later) He asks if I called the cops yet, which I hadn't cause I was afraid they'd call and tell my Mom. He said call them now, which I did & that he'd be there to pick me up in about 20 minutes & we could ride around & see if we could find my car on our own.

I called & reluctantly reported my car stolen, most probably by the homeless guy that had asked for a ride. They immidiately came, took the report & got info about the guy from the waitress and said that they'd call if they found anything.

TBC..... sorry

 

[NancysToy]

Reminds me of the snowstorm of January '67. We got 27" in two days. I had gone to my college classes early in the morning, before the snow started. By 11 AM we had six inches of snow and they had called off school. Things were pretty well shut down. I went down to the parking lot and found my car easily...it was the only one with absolutely no snow on it! I had a '54 Chevy back then, and you could turn the key off without locking it. Someone had tried to get warm, climbed in and started it, then turned the heater up to full-tilt-boogie. That thing was steaming there in the parking lot...it must have run for hours!

I did get myself and my friend home. Fortunately I had started with a nearly full tank of gas, although there was only about 1/4 left. Lots of people got stuck, and we even passed two stuck tow trucks, but we made it. Had to forge a lot of new paths. That Chevy was a tank, with a Powerglide trans that shifted into high at 5 mph. It couldn't have spun the tires on a skating rink! Great snow vehicle! I'm so glad the perpetrator just got warm and cozy...and didn't steal it like yours.

Thanks for the memories!

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 4

Not having ever experiencing something like that before, I was kind of lost to say the least & because of my feeling of guilt & irresponsibility, I fealt I couldn't call the only person whom I had really only relied upon up to that moment, my mom, so yeah, I was lost.

My buddy got there soon after the cops left & he told me to hop in, & we'd go and see if we could find this :cus: as my buddy was pissed that someone would take advantage of me in such a way. I grew up very sheltered and **** (my buddy) realized this soon after meeting me and he kind of took me under his wing (so to speak) & helped to bring me up to speed about real life.

I remember the first time we met, I had just started Pizza Hut at 16 as a dishwasher & **** was a Shift Manager at the time. He stopped by the dish-room to introduce himself & asked if I liked Pink Floyd? I had grown up listening only to country music up til that time, and had no clue who Pink Floyd was, but didn't want to admit it & show how clueless I was, so I tried to logically 'fake' my way thru his question. This is how my mind worked back then (LOL) Pink, hmmm must be a girl thing & Floyd must be the guys name, so its probably a duet of a guy and a girl that has a band, so I totally lied & said, Oh sure, I love him & her & think their great." to which he just had a blank expression upon his face, shook his head and walked away. This should have probably been the end of his trying to be friendly to me, but my sister

TBC ...........

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 5

but my sister (whos 16 yrs older) also worked their as a waitress and was the one that got me the job explained to **** how I was a 'momas boy' & grew up under a rock. I guess **** decided at that moment that I would be a personal challenge for him to help educate me about the true ways of the world -lol

So he brought in a Walk-Man (kind of like an Ipod for any youngsters out there) and a cassett tape of Pink Floyd with directions for me to listen to it and to enjoy it, which left me kind of lost, seeing as I had previously only listened to Country music up to that point, I didn't 'get it' & thought it a waste of sound .......... at first -lol

Back to the story. So **** shows up at Pizza Hut to pick me up & go searching for this !@#$%^ that stole my car. Back at this time, **** was only 24 & was in a pretty decent 'Party stage' in his life, which I knew nothing of, so to him, I was fertle ground, a blank slate if you will.

Funny that Roger mentioned the Pinto, as guess what **** drove back in the day, yup, a 1969 Ford Pinto we called The Beast, because the entire hatchback of that car was nothing but SubWoofers & other electronic paraphanalia to 'Enjoy' music correctly, like Pink Floyd.

After we got under way, I was actually so stressing out, that I was hyperventalating & he kept telling me to calm down, but I couldn't and didn't know how. He said he had something that would 'help' me calm down, but I refused, cause I was a 'good' kid & had never done anything like that.
He wryly smiled and said, "No problem, you don't have to do anything but sit there, breath and let the music flow over you" as he made sure both windows were tightly rolled all the way up. This being a family forum, I'll just say if you've ever seen a Cheech & Chong movie, you know what happened next & I'll say, that was the first time I really ever 'Experienced' & understood & truly 'Enjoyed' one of my "now" ALL TIME FAVORITE BANDS, Pink Floyd.

TBC ....

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 6

As I write this, I'm having many 'Ah Ha' moments of why I am who I am today. I never really understood why I connected so well with the movie 'WaynesWorld' til after I reread what I had written above, and now its as clear as the writing on the wall.

Back to our story. So there we are, cruising down the highway, me now more relaxed than I had ever been and truly enjoying Dark Side of the Moon for the first time in my life. We were both keeping a watchful eye out for my red and black EXP, but having no luck until my cellular phone started to ring.

OMG!!! Do you remember how big and awkward your first mobile phone was? I do, cause it was about the same size as a brick & almost as heavy. Wow, how times have changed!

My buddy turned down the tunes and I quickly answered, terrified it was going to be my mom, wanting to know what was going on? That is, if the cops had called her, which my buddy kept telling me they shouldn't cause I was 18 & legally considered an adult & that they shouldn't involve my mom. Ok, so he was right, what did I know, I grew up under a rock -lol

Anyways, there I was, pretty well lit for the first time in my life and I answer the phone and start talking to a cop on the other end:yikes: Have to admit, I wasn't all that nervous & remained pretty calm for the ensuing conversation...... I wonder why -lol

TBC ..................

 

[CyncySpyder]

Stay Tuned

Sorry folks, TBC once again ..........:banghead:

 

[Netminder]

Sorry folks, TBC once again ..........:banghead:

Now it is getting interesting? opcorn:

 

[DR Buck]

OK, First I'm amazed this thread is up to 5 pages already and it is only 15 January. :shocked: I'm thinking 2013 is going to be a major novel.

Anyway, my major point is you can't read these "adventure" threads out of order or skipping pages cause' it will screw your mind up trying to figure out what is/was going on. :dg1:

 

[YIRYDE]

"No problem, you don't have to do anything but sit there, breath and let the music flow ove you."

:roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack:

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 7

So the cop confirms who I am & asks if I reported my car stolen & for me to verify the plate number, which I had to struggle (in my then current frame of mind) to remember, but was able to rattle it off to the officer. He then proceeded to tell me, that they did in fact, have my car pulled over and that I needed to join them at the 'Crime Scene' immediately if I wanted to take possession of my car, otherwise it would be impounded.

"No No No, don't do that, where are you and we'll be right there." I exclaimed to the officer, to which he gave me the address. Then, he asks, "Sir, did you have any drugs or drug paraphanalia in the car at the time it was stolen?" "HUH??? What are you talking about?"was my reply, cause I honestly had no clue what he was talking about. He then replied, "That's what I thought, we'll discuss it further when you get here, drive safe, the roads are slick out there." "Yes Sir, we should be there in about 15 minutes" & I hung up the phone.

OH MY GOD!!! This was also the first time that paranoia set in. There I was in the passenger seat of the Pinto with my vey first contact buzz & now I have a cop, which I'm about to go see, asking if I had drugs stashed in my car. Come to think of it, thats not paranoia, thats legitimate concern:yikes:

So now I was REALLY freaking out & my buddy says, "No problem dude, chill out, wind down your window all the way so you can air out, don't want the cop smell'n anything on ya when you go to talk to him." Glad he was so calm, cause I was ready to pee my pants. He then reaches behind the seat and puts a small plastic bag in my lap and tells me to open it & I'll find what I need to be ok for talking with the cops. I open the bag to find a small bottle of Visine eye drops & also a can of a spray I had never heard of, called Ozium. He instructed me to put the Visine in my eyes to help with having blood shot eyes, and then to spray my clothes with the Ozium, and I'd be good to go. Whew, glad he knew what he was doing, cause I was clueless - LOL


TBC..... work work work

 

[currin20fan]

WORK..........WHAT???????????

:yikes: You only work when you have nothing else to do..............you need to continue the saga. :bbq::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack:

 

[DR Buck]

You sure know how to make a long story longer. :joke: I'm going to have to go back to the beginning and start over so I can remember how we got up to this point. :roflblack: I'm still not sure how the pizza shop fit in, and does Teddy know about your sordid past? :lecturef_smilie:

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 8

After a few minutes of driving, my buddy instructs me that it best we roll up the windows, cause we don't want to pull up to the cop with our windows down in 20F degree temps. which totally made since. He then proceeds to give me a stick of Big Red chewing gum & says, "Here, chew this & speak calmly and make sure to keep your eyes open, you look half asleep. Dude, don't worry, you got this. Your not the bad guy here."

He was correct, but understandably, I was a little paranoid to say the least. This entire time, I really hadn't given any thought to what the ramifications were going to be from having my car stolen. The whole time, I was overwhelmed by the feeling my mom was going to find out, and how disapointed she was going to be with me, and then of course, a little paranoid about 'chill'n out' for the first time & then having to talk with a cop.

Remember, I was only 18 at the time & had grown up extremely sheltered. To give you an idea how sheltered, my entire 4th grade class at St. Johns consisted of myself & 3 other kids, no joke. The entire school, from 1st grade to 8th grade had 56 students & all were taught in the basement of our church, not a cult by todays standards, just very very sheltered to say the least.

TBC... work work work, sorry folks

 

[CyncySpyder]

Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part. 9

So sheltered in fact, that when they decided to close the school portion of the church at the end of my 4th grade, when I went to public school the following year for 5th grade, my class alone had 34 students and the elementary school itself had over 500 students, I was totally lost. One kid introduced himself as Earl & I had never even heard of that name before & kept calling him Oil for the first few weeks. Likewise with another kid named Jeff, one of the most popular boy names around, but I had never heard it before. I kept calling him Jiff, cause I had seen a Jiffy p-nut butter commercial, and it was the only thing close to his name that I had heard, so sad.

I mean, where I grew up as a kid, we had 3 acres with a landscape business and cemetary with the towns church & school in the basement on one side of us and 2 neighbors on the other side and nothing but hills all around. At 14, I wasn't even allowed to walk down the street by myself. Wow, looking back, I'm amazed that I'm as well rounded as I am.

Anyways, back to our story. So we pull up to my car with a police car with lights on directly behind it and see the officer reading the theif his rights, as he has him standing at the back of the car, leaning up against it with handcuffs on.The man had on a large trench type of coat, scarf and pull over hat. I remember feeling sad for the man, as you couldd tell by the way he was dressed that he was homeless.

I got out of my buddies car, leaving him there to stay warm while I took care of talking with the officer. As soon as I stood up from getting out of my buddies car, I noticed a bunch of stuff on top of my car, and wondered what it was.I walked over to the cop and proceeded to introduce myself while handing the officer my license as proof of my identity and proceeded to get my registration out of the glovebox to verify ownership of the car.

After a quick glance of my papers, the cop asks me to wait a minute while he puts the perp. in the back seat of the police car. He quickly returns and says, "You see that stuff on the top of your car?" To which I reply, "Yes sir." "Do you want to claim any of that as being yours?" Dumbfounded, I asked what it was and he told me to go over and look at it but don't touch anything and I did as requested.

I walked over to the car, and there laying on the roof before me was what looked like a baggy quater full with a white powder, there was a small hanging type of scale and a couple of other drug paraphanaia that I had no clue what they were.

TBC.... work work work

 

[Jharpo]

Teddy -HELP

So sheltered in fact, that when they decided to close the school portion of the church at the end of my 4th grade, when I went to public school the following year for 5th grade, my class alone had 34 students and the elementary school itself had over 500 students, I was totally lost. One kid introduced himself as Earl & I had never even heard of that name before & kept calling him Oil for the first few weeks. Likewise with another kid named Jeff, one of the most popular boy names around, but I had never heard it before. I kept calling him Jiff, cause I had seen a Jiffy p-nut butter commercial, and it was the only thing close to his name that I had heard, so sad.

I mean, where I grew up as a kid, we had 3 acres with a landscape business and cemetary with the towns church & school in the basement on one side of us and 2 neighbors on the other side and nothing but hills all around. At 14, I wasn't even allowed to walk down the street by myself. Wow, looking back, I'm amazed that I'm as well rounded as I am.

Anyways, back to our story. So we pull up to my car with a police car with lights on directly behind it and see the officer reading the theif his rights, as he has him standing at the back of the car, leaning up against it with handcuffs on.The man had on a large trench type of coat, scarf and pull over hat. I remember feeling sad for the man, as you couldd tell by the way he was dressed that he was homeless.

I got out of my buddies car, leaving him there to stay warm while I took care of talking with the officer. As soon as I stood up from getting out of my buddies car, I noticed a bunch of stuff on top of my car, and wondered what it was.I walked over to the cop and proceeded to introduce myself while handing the officer my license as proof of my identity and proceeded to get my registration out of the glovebox to verify ownership of the car.

After a quick glance of my papers, the cop asks me to wait a minute while he puts the perp. in the back seat of the police car. He quickly returns and says, "You see that stuff on the top of your car?" To which I reply, "Yes sir." "Do you want to claim any of that as being yours?" Dumbfounded, I asked what it was and he told me to go over and look at it but don't touch anything and I did as requested.

I walked over to the car, and there laying on the roof before me was what looked like a baggy quater full with a white powder, there was a small hanging type of scale and a couple of other drug paraphanaia that I had no clue what they were.

TBC.... work work work

Teddy, Help! Your daddy is killing me. This is like reading a James Patterson thriller and getting continually interrupted by phone calls. YIKES

 

[Frank G]

Teddy I think this novel could be on top of the NYT's best seller list. :shocked: You could have a new ST limited of your own.hyea: