Ronald the Crime Scene Kona - 89 Cinder Cone Felony.

[The History Man]

I had you down as a History teacher..... have you been bunking off?

2pm finish on a Friday.

It was so hot playing golf today that the soles of my shoes became unglued.

Managed to drive the seventh green though so happy.

Dog leg left. 306 yards to front.

Big head ?

Hard ground :mrgreen:

 

[The History Man]

Re:

Despite my best efforts the B.B. is gravel filled. Short of surface grinding the axle. Modern one gone in.

Starting with the £5 Bacardi bars. Will see what I/we/they think. Parts have had a light clean and polish as super sh8ny would look daft on such a ratty frame resto.

That’s my excuse.

Wheels mechs brakes bars stem on. Just the bottle cage to settle on. Red whit Oe silver or repaint the white to match the stem?

Can you guess what I fancy!

 

[Peachy!]

Go the whole hog and paint it....

 

[The History Man]

Blimey that was quick.

Have you been waiting long?

 

[Peachy!]

Nah just finished a post, clicked "ego" and your little story had a yellow sticky on it....rude not to look. off to the workshop now to work on that Yankee Olympic path I got last week...

 

[The History Man]

Re:

managed to get a couple of 'spy shots' this morning before I was spotted by security.

Note red spots on man cave door!



Better detail of that bloodbath paint job.



At this point I was intercepted and told to get ready for my party. Expect even less sense later. Hope there's jelly. It's not a birthday party without jelly.

 

[The History Man]

It's quite large isn't it?


I think this might fit. :mrgreen:

 

[Peachy!]

Happy Birthday THM :?:

 

[The History Man]

Why thank you. Offspring and their respective partners arriving at the high point of the sun. Champagne cooling.........

I made it to another one. Not without a few stutters this year. But the alternative is not a consideration.

May you all live long and prosper.

Well just me, Kermit and Peachy it seems from recent replies on this particular twisted thread of THM tomfoolery.

Check in and accept the good tiding all you lurkers and lookers on in wonderment at the ponderous prevaricating piffle produced.


XXXXXX

 

[Peachy!]

Sounds like you’ve started on the pop well before the sun has gotten over the yard arm!