I somehow deleted this morning's post, where I prattlef on about the devil living in a thermostat, or some such shit.
Too good not to reinstate mate . . . "When the temps plummet I break out the bullet heater, so the shop varies from 65 degrees to 40, depending on the whims of the tiny coil-spring gremlin that lives inside its, primitive thermostat. When ignited, it unleashes its fury like a diesel-burning turbo jet, then shuts down, silent, except for the gentle ticking of contracting sheet metal. About ready to break this bitch down for painting, powder-coating, bronzing, gold-plating or something. Still not sure which."
I came back to leave a comment about how good the project was looking...and now I'm beginning to think all the rumours about WLP being a sub-contractor for the NSA, with a giant harddrive collecting info and intel on chopper projects world wide...just may be true....
We're watching you 'Larry' . . .
Yeah Larry, I wonder if WhiteLineSpyCo can find my business records I lost when my computer crashed in '07.
I think Larry's right Whitey. You just outed yourself! But thanks, Mate!
And you to 'Hermit' . . .
WhiteLineSpyCo! Chop is lookin killer Herm!
"WhiteLineSpyCo": That is so freakin' perfect Ry!It's amateur hour here down in Jerkwater, but thanks.
Bikes look better viewed from the ass-end. Just sayin...
Yep Chris. Bikes, muscle cars and women.