Almost as entertaining as a boat ramp.

I realize some think some of the stuff I tell about my life is BS.
That said, I guess some people’s lives were so boring and mundane they couldn’t imagine anything else.

Here’s another part of my past.
I was Forman on a Ranch that my first Wife’s family owned.
I rode horses and wore a 6 gun every day on the job.
A firearm was mandatory due to the amount of predatory animals that were constantly around.

The owner of the ranch was also president of the Fresno CA. Corvette club and had 15 classic vettes.
Upon the successful graduation of any of his 4 children from high school, he would allow them to pick one of his collection.
My wife picked a 1963 split window.
One day he asked me if I would put a new clutch in his 66 4 speed 454 stingray.
I told him I would do the job if I could drive the car.
A beautiful metal flake midnight blue car.
He agreed to my surprise, and I got to spend most of the afternoon running around the backroads of Atascadero CA. With it.

He (Ed), also had a 1953 Corvette serial number, I don’t remember how many zeros there were, but the last number was 3.
Serial number 3 white car with the OE red leather seats, chrome wire headlight baskets and the original aluminum Hurricane inline 6 cylinder.
I only got to sit in that one, as he said it had not been started in over 20 years.

My oldest Daughter Athena is from that marriage.

Ok, enough for now.