Me to Brian
No PM with his #, no phone call.
Just a bunch of Blah, Blah, Blah!

Typical response from a typical North Carolinian red-neck hot-rodder. My phone# is the same as it has always been for years. 304-EAT-Chit. Even though you could have acquired it from numerous sources, I somewhat accept your excuse for not having it. That said, you now have it. Ol' Maudie is having her annual physical as we speak, not that she needed it, cause she will bust your ass on any or all of your current Motorsickles, as she has done for the last three years. That Ol' Girl is a hard cat to clean after, and you know that. With my new Throttle Body and Cams, my confidence is now more arrogant than it ever was, for the last three years running. There is no Dresser that can bust me, Chip. Money, Titles, Deeds, whatever. Put 'em up. I ain't no pauper. I'll stake my money, and the Ol' Girl's reputation on it. I may blow her to hell. but you of all people, know I will not shut her down for any reason. Aren't you the one that told me it was not the Motorsickle, but the Man I had to beat? When it comes to WFO, I ain't got no conscience. There endth the lesson. Call me, you asshole. I miss arguing with you.

Tell Nancy I said Hello. Later--HUBBARD