do you resemble your username?

Not as much as I used to. I used to have two seemingly stock looking Chevys.
The first was a my daily driver 03 Silverado regular cab, short bed, which I swapped out the front end to the 06 Heavy Duty front end, along with a 2" leveling drop, suede headliner, full length overhead console from a Tahoe, and center floor console, paint matched Escalade handles, Silverado SS white face gauges, exhaust, tune, and audio system.
The second one was a 71 Chevelle Malibu which had a 454 Big block swapped into it. This one was a fun ride, but I never had a chance to finish it the way I wanted.
I've since sold both and now am down to my new daily driver 2019 Silverado. It's the most stock vehicle I've ever owned. 3/2 Leveling up kit, OEM Front tow hooks, OEM bed light package. I just paid it off a few months back, and the mod bug has been bitten me. Not sure if this one will get the mods, or if I'll pick up a weekend toy to mod.
 
Do I resemble my user name? No, but my cover does! At least in the warm months.

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Kevin
 
So far so good...I think I got a few good miles left in me.

When I was rehabbing after my first knee replacement I was out on the track walking. My BIL stopped by to see how I was doing. As I was walking up the sidewalk to my house he was standing out on the driveway waiting for me. When he saw me he yelled out, "Here comes WALKIN' JACK". It has been my nick name ever since and my screen name on social media for as long as I have had a computer (24 years).
 
I got a call about a fight in a rural bar, and a crazy man had run everyone out of the bar and was in there alone.

Bar fights weren't usually my beat as a Highway Patrolman, but I was the only LEO available in the county right then.
Being forewarned by the patrons and bar owner about what was going on, I put on my riot helmet and grabbed a riot baton.

When I went in, he had a pool cue and we went to war. He was too drunk to be very dangerous, but he weighed 295 and couldn't feel any pain.
I split his forehead open, (that really pissed him off) I broke his collar bone, and a couple of ribs, before he quit.

Iggy was a lone wolf mountain man type.
On the way to town, he said, "Damn, you're nasty with that stick!"

While he was in the hospital, I was his only visitor.
When he was released from the hospital, I took him to court and to jail. He got 30 days.
I was his only visitor.

When he got out of jail, I took him back to his mountain.

When he treed the bar again, they called me.
He would be on the fight until I walked in
He would say "Aw hell, I can't fight you, you're my friend." He would grin and hold out his hands for the cuffs.
From then on when Iggy got into trouble, they would call me on or off duty and I would go get him.
Over the years we became good friends.

I told him if he got drunk and killed someone in a car wreck I would never forgive him.

One day I was called to investigate a wreck on the mountain. It was Iggy, and he had run off the road and wrapped his car around a tree. He was pinned in the car. I crawled in the car with him.
He looked at me and said, "Chip, I didn't kill anyone else."

I said,"Yeh, Iggy, I know" and he died.

I was the only one at his funeral and I spread his ashes on his mountain.
People couldn't understand why I went to all the bother with someone like that.
All I could tell them was," Aw hell, Iggy was my friend.",





That was 50 years ago, but as time has passed, I have become more and more like Iggy than I like to admit.

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Iggy, We have some great folks in here, and a lot of them are great story tellers. This post is right up there with the best of them. You know, when we share our experiences this is what enables us to get to know each other and appreciate each others experiences.

I could close my eyes and visualize your first meeting with Iggy. And I can see how you and Iggy got to be so close. Kind of ironic but I get it. Not a likely bonding but you both got something out of the friendship.

Some people do the jobs they were born to do. I think you are one of them.
 
“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing–absolutely nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”

Rat in "Wind in the Willows"; Kenneth Grahame

Something I have enjoyed doing for over 7 decades. To do it right, there can be absolutely no goals, other than just enjoying the time spent on the water.
And, 38 Special is my favorite cartridge.

73,
Rick
 
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Nope, my days of fancy-suit-and-tie schmoozing doctors ended at the end of 2005. Now I look like an old, bald, somewhat tanned, homeless guy. The kind of guy that looks broke and SOL, the kind of guy not worth robbing. Joe
 
I spent six years prior to joining here , as a brand paid enforcer on various watch forums under a different screen name. My job was to scrub out trolls.I came here to relax and discuss my favorite hobby. I spent most of my summers on the lakes in New Hampshire hence the name.Sometimes I may appear to be confrontational and apologize for that. Old habits can be hard to break.
 
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