My Green Machine Blog

I was looking at Folsom to do some fishing with my son. Never been to Rattlesnake Bar before. Let me know if you guys are going and maybe we can tag along.. Thanks
 
I was talking to my buddy about going out there this weekend to at least through his 4-runner in 4wd. He just finished rebuilding the drive train and needs to break it in and make sure everything is working.

With that said I have a lot to do with my jeep this weekend, the parts are piled up and need to be installed. What day do you plan on going up?

Josh
 
100K_XJ has a job at a Home Depot and that has been keeping him busy and away from the trails. I wanted to hit RS Bar last weekend but ended up taking the wife and little kid to Rollins Lake on Sunday. Nice day. I had a Eye of the Hawk ale and fell asleep in my chair. No fish, though.

If 100K ever updates his blog, we'll see when he can get away for a few hours. I'd like to hit RS Bar this Saturday or Sunday.
 
I'm planning to do the Strawberry run midweek just prior to SF, but that's about. Not sure what the kid is doing, but I'm sure he's wanting to wheel as his work schedule permits.
 
It has been 7 days since 100K XJ posted on this blog. I have decided to use his blog as an extension of the Frog Blog, since he's not going to use it.

I know he's alive, because he sits on my couch and eats all of my food. How can a punk 18-year old kid who weighs like 60 lbs eat three dinners every day, one of them typically being a $40 bowl of cereal eaten after I have gone to bed? I need a second job just to afford his expensive cereal habit. I mean, why can't he eat the .99 crap we buy in the huge bag on the bottom shelf in the hidden isle at WinCo? Noooo, that's not good enough for him. He has to have the NAME BRAND cereal with the colorful box and that dumb rabbit on it.

I used to eat crappy cereal like Bits of Sticks and Rocks when I was his age. When I was good, I'd get warm mush. My folks never bought me cutesie cereal with those magnificent little colored marshmellows in faciful shapes that taste like little bits of heaven that melt in your mouth and instantly remove all pain and agony from the long, torturous day working for the man...nevermind. That's another story.

Anyway, I only know about those delightful little treats from the occasional time that I'm lucky enough to steal one from his gigantic bowl when he is not looking because he's so busy looking down and texting every person on the planet but won't bother even saying hello to his old man, the same man who toils 20 hours a day in the mines just to be able to put dainty, artificially-colored food on the table....

I wonder how long it will be before he actually logs in to NAXJA and reads this. I'll give it a month.
 
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^^My above comment was aimed at the cool Trix cereal box from the previous page.^^

As a reminder, my new mission is to log pointless, but harassing comments on the Green Machine Blog until the kid finally logs in and updates this thread. It has been another two days since my last comment, and 100K XJ still has not signed. He is still eating my food, however. Last night I grilled some baby back ribs, boneless chicken breasts, chicken legs, and bratwurst. At half my body weight, he ate twice as much as me. WTF? (that means, "where's the food" for you sensitive readers out there). After that artfully grilled dinner, we walked over and forced down large amounts of frozen yogurt and heaping spoons of cool toppings from the local Tops Yogurt. I can no longer afford to feed this kid.
 
Wednesday update: I arrived home before anyone else yesterday, which is fairly unusual due to my hour-long commute from work. I'm alone, hanging out in the kitchen for about 30 minutes wondering where the food is. I'm a man. I need nourishment after a long day's work, and I like it within minutes of arriving home. Finally, after staring blankly at the stove for what seems like an eternity, I hear my wife and kid tumble in through the front door, blown open by the fierce wind of the passing storm.

My kid sees me and instantly declares, "I like the Green Machine way more than your piece of crap Jeep." I slowly turn my head away from the empty stove, and begin to ponder how he would know this, and where he picked up his bad habit of degrading his wonderful, giving father. I then remembered my wife's eye doc appointment and that he had to drive the Frog (my angelic 1999 Cherokee Classic with 5.5" of lift and 33" of meat, which by no accident, is taller and more capable than his newly acquired XJ) since my wife had her eyes dilated and could not drive.

While balling my hands into fists of fatherly fury, I uttered a "whuu??" before slamming them into his chest, making him retreat into a cowering mass of teenage jello. "There's no way your baby Jeep drives better than my Frog" I yelled, as I continued pounding him into submssion. Forgetting that I am 25 years his senior, he gets up from the unexpected carnage and commences to retaliate the only way he knows how.

In his newly appointed mission, he continued his flurry of insults, insisting that his 4.5" RE lift and 32" Goodyear tires ride and handle better than my inspired combination of raw power and trail-beating goodness. "No, no..." I scream, as I attempted to plug my ears as if warding off evil. "My brakes are better..." he yelled, "...and my steering is way more responsive than yours" as if broadcasting news of the end of the world.

At this time, I have no way of comparing the performance of the Frog to the Green Machine, other than what my teenage, cereal-eating son posited in his one-sided argument. You see, the punk won't let me drive his Jeep because he's afraid of me burning his gas. Forget, for the moment, that I spent many tens of dollars raising him from egg to hatchling over the past 18 years. I firmly believe he won't let me drive his baby Jeep because he is afaid of me finding out the truth.

This has been an unnecessary and unauthorized update to the Green Machine Blog.
 
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Oh my GOSH.
I should have expected such nonsense, but I don't get update e-mails anymore so i didn't think anyone was responding to the thread...
*Shakes head* I hate Trix by the way, you but be a giganto box of Froot Loops that lasts a long time your just jealous that you can't eat it!
No but really mine does handle better, and I'm willing to let you drive it so you can tell everyone how great it is... :) With my bilstien shocks and wider tires....yes jealous again are we?
 
Hey eating's what we do best. That and sleep a lot

I remember those days....then I took my butt to College and it's been the exact opposite....less food and LOTS less sleep. Full time Engineering school, 15-20 hours a week in a retail job and somewhere in there a little bit of a life with friends = no time for me.

All bets are off on holidays, and the once a month (average) visit to see the folks. The fridge DOES get raided in a timely fashion when i'm home visiting :D

I do like the color of the Green Machine (ironically what mine has been dubbed as well)...but then again I may be a bit biased :D
 
Oh my GOSH.
I should have expected such nonsense, but I don't get update e-mails anymore so i didn't think anyone was responding to the thread...
*Shakes head* I hate Trix by the way...your just jealous that you can't eat it!
No but really mine does handle better, and I'm willing to let you drive it so you can tell everyone how great it is... :) With my bilstien shocks and wider tires....yes jealous again are we?

Oh, hey dude. Glad you could make it back to your blog-o-sphere. Sorry about the rants on your site, but that's what I do. :laugh3:

Hey, you were supposed to call me today and we were going to go wheeling. What happened? Sleep in to 1:00, did you?
 
Work happened :/
 
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