Christmas 2013
Re: Christmas 2013
Yes......Merry Christmas to you all.........it is going to be good here....power back on after ice storm 3 days ago. Spent a day chain sawing & hauling tree branches to burning hole, etc. One forgets the nicer things of electricity until you don't have it for a few days. Put about 30 gallons of gas through a 20 horse generator and over 3/4 cord through the wood stove. 2 degrees above now with juice.....TV, internet....life is good!! My best to you & yours.
Re: Christmas 2013
Happy Christmas guys!
Re: Christmas 2013
A Wordy Night Before Christmas
Ecstatic Yuletide
'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the
annual Yuletide celebration and throughout our place of residence,
kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this
potential, including that species of diminutive rodent known as
Mus musculus.
Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the
wood-burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory
pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric
philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific
title of St. Nick.
The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective
accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual
hallucinations of variegated saccarinose fruit confections
performing choreography through their cerebrums. My conjugal
partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head-coverings, were about
to take slumberous advantage of the Arctic-like gloom when upon
the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a
cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity
from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise
source thereof.
Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing
this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without,
reflecting as it was upon the surface of a recent crystalline aqueous
precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian
itself--thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to
behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance, drawn by an octet
of diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a miniscule,
aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent
to me that he was indeed our anticipated beatified caller.
With this ungulate motive power traveling at a greater vertiginous
velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled
breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the
octet by his or her cognomen: "Now Dasher, now Dancer," et al, guiding
them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which
structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the
sum total of the thirty-two cloven pedal extremities.
As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location and was
performing a pi radians pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved,
with utmost celerity, via a downward saltation, entry by way of the
ceramic smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal integuments,
soiled by the ebony residue from partial oxidation of carboniferous
fuels. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed to the
plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a
commodious cloth receptacle.
His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his
sub maxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging
amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal
appurtenances were engorged with crimson circulatory fluid which,
its chroma suffusing the dermal layers, approximated the retinal
sensation reflected by the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His
amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a
flexible, curved strip of wood associated with the American
aborigines and their ambient, hirsute, facial adornment had an
absence of coloring comparable to crystalline frozen hydrogen
oxide vapor.
Clenched firmly between his incisors was the posterior projection
of a calumet whose gray colloidal aerosol fumes, forming a tenuous
elliptical torus about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative
seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high,
and when he waxed mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated
in the manner of inpectinated fruit syrup in a colloidal gel state
within a hemispherical container. He was of Napoleonic stature,
neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome,
the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome
despite every effort to refrain from being so affected by this
risiblity. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid
and rotating his head slightly eccentricly, he indicated that
trepidation on my part was superfluous.
Without utterance, but with noticeable dispatch, he commenced
filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the
articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously
dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task,
he executed an abrupt pi radian rotation about the vertical axis,
placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his
olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave
taking, and effected his egress by saltation up the smoke passage
through which he had made ingress.
He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his rustic winter
conveyance. Contracting his oral sphincter, he emitted a shrill
series of notes to the antlered quadrupeds of burden and proceeded
to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observed chiefly among the seed
bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting
exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond
the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary
constituency, and to the selfsame assemblage, my sincerest wishes
for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period
between sunset and dawn."
I don't understand why the wife say's I'm annoying...
Merry Christmas
Ecstatic Yuletide
'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the
annual Yuletide celebration and throughout our place of residence,
kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this
potential, including that species of diminutive rodent known as
Mus musculus.
Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the
wood-burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory
pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric
philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific
title of St. Nick.
The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective
accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual
hallucinations of variegated saccarinose fruit confections
performing choreography through their cerebrums. My conjugal
partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head-coverings, were about
to take slumberous advantage of the Arctic-like gloom when upon
the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a
cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity
from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise
source thereof.
Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing
this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without,
reflecting as it was upon the surface of a recent crystalline aqueous
precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian
itself--thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to
behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance, drawn by an octet
of diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a miniscule,
aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent
to me that he was indeed our anticipated beatified caller.
With this ungulate motive power traveling at a greater vertiginous
velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled
breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the
octet by his or her cognomen: "Now Dasher, now Dancer," et al, guiding
them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which
structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the
sum total of the thirty-two cloven pedal extremities.
As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location and was
performing a pi radians pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved,
with utmost celerity, via a downward saltation, entry by way of the
ceramic smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal integuments,
soiled by the ebony residue from partial oxidation of carboniferous
fuels. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed to the
plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a
commodious cloth receptacle.
His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his
sub maxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging
amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal
appurtenances were engorged with crimson circulatory fluid which,
its chroma suffusing the dermal layers, approximated the retinal
sensation reflected by the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His
amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a
flexible, curved strip of wood associated with the American
aborigines and their ambient, hirsute, facial adornment had an
absence of coloring comparable to crystalline frozen hydrogen
oxide vapor.
Clenched firmly between his incisors was the posterior projection
of a calumet whose gray colloidal aerosol fumes, forming a tenuous
elliptical torus about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative
seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high,
and when he waxed mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated
in the manner of inpectinated fruit syrup in a colloidal gel state
within a hemispherical container. He was of Napoleonic stature,
neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome,
the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome
despite every effort to refrain from being so affected by this
risiblity. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid
and rotating his head slightly eccentricly, he indicated that
trepidation on my part was superfluous.
Without utterance, but with noticeable dispatch, he commenced
filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the
articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously
dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task,
he executed an abrupt pi radian rotation about the vertical axis,
placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his
olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave
taking, and effected his egress by saltation up the smoke passage
through which he had made ingress.
He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his rustic winter
conveyance. Contracting his oral sphincter, he emitted a shrill
series of notes to the antlered quadrupeds of burden and proceeded
to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observed chiefly among the seed
bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting
exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond
the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary
constituency, and to the selfsame assemblage, my sincerest wishes
for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period
between sunset and dawn."
I don't understand why the wife say's I'm annoying...
Merry Christmas
HOUSE RULES
"New Stuff" belongs to wife
"Old Stuff" belongs to husband
"Old Stuff" will be sold to buy "New Stuff" at wifes discretion
"New Stuff" belongs to wife
"Old Stuff" belongs to husband
"Old Stuff" will be sold to buy "New Stuff" at wifes discretion
Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas everyone and a safe and Happy New Years :-)
1981 Trailfire 440 (Original Owner)
1980 Liquifire
1981 Sportfire
1983 Sprintfire
1982 Snowfire
1978 CC Liquifire
1979 340 Trailfire
1982 Trailfire Special
1980 Liquifire
1981 Sportfire
1983 Sprintfire
1982 Snowfire
1978 CC Liquifire
1979 340 Trailfire
1982 Trailfire Special
Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas to all.........
Happy & safe trails.
Almost all open here in Shawano Co.
Haven't seen this before Jan 1st in quite a long time.
Happy & safe trails.
Almost all open here in Shawano Co.
Haven't seen this before Jan 1st in quite a long time.
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400brian
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Re: Christmas 2013
Saw the sleigh fly over last night. Merry Christmas all!
'09 Vintage Challenge Survivor, and I wasn't late for supper!
'10, '11, '12, '13,'14,'15,'16,'17, '18, 19, 20, 21, 22 Vintage Challenge Survivor !
72 400 restored, Father bought new in '71
73 X8 restored
'74 340 green machine
'74 X8 9 time VC finisher
'78 Spitfire in progress
2 '75 340S 1 running, one on deck
'78 LF 440 future CC clone
'73 Skiroule RTX 440, 500 mi.
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jdrob
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Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas everyone. Santa came here early and brought 3 sleds and a box full of goodies.. Not sharing any pics though. 
Jdrob
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." AE
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." AE
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DeereKid9
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- Real Name: Bob Amber
- Location: Churubusco Indiana
Re: Christmas 2013
How Rude.jdrob wrote: Not sharing any pics though.
To the rest of you, Merry Christmas. Aw, who am I kidding, Merry Christmas Rob!!!!!!!! Did you get my text?
Always remember-Any parts leftover is money in your pocket.
1976 Liquidator - I 500 raced by Jim Zimmer
1980 Spitfire
1982 Liquifire-Last sled my son helped me work on. He did most of the motor work.
1984 Trailfire
2007 Ski Doo GSX 500SS
1976 Liquidator - I 500 raced by Jim Zimmer
1980 Spitfire
1982 Liquifire-Last sled my son helped me work on. He did most of the motor work.
1984 Trailfire
2007 Ski Doo GSX 500SS
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greenblood
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- Location: Hamburg, Minnesota
Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas to all. Looking forward to a blessed 2014!
Hope to see many of you in Waconia (only 30 days away!)
Hope to see many of you in Waconia (only 30 days away!)
Dave Anderson
Hamburg, MN
Hamburg, MN
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DeereAllis
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Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas and happy New Year... Larry and Tee in Syracuse
Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas to all and a happy new year. Santa brought my 6 year old a snow mobile this year, he is still bouncing of the wall.
Chris
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Cabindweller
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Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas to every one here!
Old sleds are hours of entertainment.... then you get to ride them for a little bit.
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Re: Christmas 2013
Merry Christmas to all From Carla, Kenny, Richard, & Grumpy or whoever I might feel like today, LOL
AKA: Kenny, Grumpy, Mr. Richard Head
"I Hunt For it, Purchase it, Haul it, Sometimes Repair it, Sometimes Break it, Then Fix it Again, Label it, Warehouse it, Talk About it, So NOW, HOW Can I Take Any Less $$ For It?"
"God I love the smell of KLOTZ in the morning, That smell, you know that Gasoline/Oil Smell, MAKES the whole place SMELL like.. LIKE VICTORY. You know someday the 2 strokers are gonna end..."
Do Anti-War Protesters have reunions? If so what do they TALK about?
"I Hunt For it, Purchase it, Haul it, Sometimes Repair it, Sometimes Break it, Then Fix it Again, Label it, Warehouse it, Talk About it, So NOW, HOW Can I Take Any Less $$ For It?"
"God I love the smell of KLOTZ in the morning, That smell, you know that Gasoline/Oil Smell, MAKES the whole place SMELL like.. LIKE VICTORY. You know someday the 2 strokers are gonna end..."
Do Anti-War Protesters have reunions? If so what do they TALK about?
Re: Christmas 2013
I know that I am late, but I have been gone.
So Merry Christmas from way out west in Idaho.
So Merry Christmas from way out west in Idaho.
1st-1976 440 Cyclone: Owned 1979 then sold same year
2nd-1980 440 Sportfire: Owned 1982-1984 --Bought from uncle (220 miles)
3rd-1983 440 Liquifire: Owned 1983 and sold same year for profit (1000 miles)
4th-1981 440 Sportfire: Owned 2011 and still have (331 original miles until I put 3 on it, now 336)
5th- Still looking for
2nd-1980 440 Sportfire: Owned 1982-1984 --Bought from uncle (220 miles)
3rd-1983 440 Liquifire: Owned 1983 and sold same year for profit (1000 miles)
4th-1981 440 Sportfire: Owned 2011 and still have (331 original miles until I put 3 on it, now 336)
5th- Still looking for