Sunday Ramble - Sizing Down

 

Flapz is in the same pickle I am. Yesterday we met for coffees - as is our custom - at the crack of dawn. I come over with two extra large goat-piss Tim Horton coffees. He sets up some lawn chairs and puts out some cigars and we have a morning meet out in the garage. We can basically make as much noise as we want but unless we start shooting or running engines - no one will hear or complain about it or the stench from our cigars. 

Seems his toys are getting the better of him. He makes a lot more money than I do so his toys are much more numerous and bigger than mine… which is now a serious problem. He either has to get a sea can to hold some of it or he has to get rid of it.

All that monster has done this year - is sit. 

And take up space.

Kinda like the retard posing with it i suppose…

I got out of the ATV game … 10 years ago? I had a little Zodiac fishin’ boat too. I don’t have a garage - I have a super sized garden shed the wife basically built from scratch. It almost killed me to sell them off. 

It’s the process that kills, for me. Once they’re gone it’s all good and fine. But when they’re parked and still waiting for their new owners… that’s when it hurts the most. You remember old times, old friends, the  jokes and pranks and the BS, the forest, the mountains and streams… I’ll be sorry to see it go too and it’s not even mine.

It used to be a gag for us not too long ago - it’s that old internet nickel that goes “Whoever has the most toys when he dies wins!”  If one were to take a serious run at that…? I’d say that “the guy that had the most time on his side while he lived, wins.” 

But whadda I know? Flapz is not sentimental or nostalgic as I am. He’ll probably sell it, and we will find something else that is stupid and wasteful of money to do.