On 2/17/2014 2:30 PM, F*O*A*D wrote:
On 2/17/14, 2:26 PM, KC wrote:
On 2/17/2014 2:03 PM, BAR wrote:
On Mon, 17 Feb 2014 13:50:59 -0500, KC wrote:
On 2/17/2014 1:27 PM, Poco Loco wrote:
On Mon, 17 Feb 2014 13:12:19 -0500, KC wrote:
On 2/17/2014 11:55 AM, Poco Loco wrote:
Yeah, cause they are not related at all... But hey, you are the
boss
BTW Scott, you don't have to call me names by email. You can do
it right here.
Ummm, would you mind telling me what the hell you are talking about
here? Or are you just smearing me??
from: KC
to: Poco Loco
date: Thu, Feb 13, 2014 at 5:23 PM
subject: countersteering...
mailed-by: gmail.com
signed-by: gmail.com
We'll leave it at that.
Absolutely forged. And you all know damn well if I say something
here, I
admit it... period...
Are you giving permission to have the email message in question put
into the public domain?
,
Sure, and I did go back and check and I did write it. Somehow went
straight to John instead of the group. He was acting like an asshole, so
I called him, "asshole"...
You sent him an email calling him an asshole?
Ahh, the inhabitants of rec.boats.
It doesn't take a PhD in Psychiatry or Psychotherapy to recognized that
sometimes Scott seems to be a prime candidate for anger management
therapy with maybe a couple of sessions focused on paranoia. He seems
to think everyone is out to get him and he has to fight back and call
you an asshole or something.
I just came back from the store. Most of the back roads are still snow
and ice covered (towns are running out of sand and salt) with huge
mounds of snow piled up by the plows at intersections that make it
difficult to see if there is on-coming traffic. At one of these I
inched my way forward, planning to turn right (no counter steering
required). The coast was clear, so I made the turn and immediately saw
a small car in the mirror approaching from a distant corner and coming
up *fast* behind me. It was going *way* too fast for conditions. The
driver was apparently oblivious to the fact that if the brakes where
jammed on the car would probably skid off the road and into a snow bank.
Then, still looking in the side mirror, I realized it was a young girl
driving, probably 19-20 years old. She was mouthing something off that
obviously I couldn't hear and giving me the one finger salute.
All you can do is chuckle and hope maybe she *would* find herself buried
in a snow bank somewhere.
It also flashed through my mind (as Mrs.E. and I approach our 44th
anniversary in a few days) of how fortunate I am to have grown up in an
era when women didn't act like young, punk guys.