At 11 AM it was predicted to roll right over the top of my house. About
1PM it took a big right turn and its now headed over the top of your
house. That's why I never move in these things - they can track you
down.
We've had one very small shower and it's very calm outside. Of course
it is a category 4 ( sustained winds of 145 mph) so it is going to
hammer the hell out of someone. Tampa is sending people home from the
emergency shelters. The people that ran over to Orlando to excape the
hurricane are stuck.
All the naked riders can come on over to my house and we'll finish the
party.
Be safe.
Truman
Howard Bramhall wrote:
CATEGORY FOUR. They
never said it was going to be a friggen Category 4.
All weathermen must die! Shit! I'm really pissed. You consider
running at Category 3; a 4 or 5, if you don't hit the road, you're road
kill!
Well, I guess the good news is we're the exit point; not the entry.
But, well, I'm sorry to inform ya'll at such short notice, the ride
scheduled at my place, the ones with all the drunks and nakid people
(or, combine the two), will not take place as previously scheduled.
I'm sorry, but, things have changed for the downside (damn, Friday the
13th, I should have known).
I was gonna cancel that nakid thing anyway, cause, well, truth be told,
my mother in law, who lives in a mobile home down the road a few miles,
was ordered by the county to evacuate (Hear Ye, Hear Ye, all residents
who reside in a mobile home are hereby and herewith ordered to evacuate
thier mobile home of residence herewith and here now, and, so beith"),
and, well, she's at my place. SO, I WAS GONNA CANCEL THAT NAKID IDEA
OF MINE altogether, when she show'd up, cause, well, if she got the
idea to join us, my heart, it just could not handle the visual.
Damnit, I'm too young to die!
Sorry, but now that reality has kicked in, we gotta cancel all of it
now; everything. The shit has hit the fan. We're all gonna die down
here. This is not a drill! The thunder to my southwest sounds like
some sort of Civil War reenactment. And, since I'm not really sure if
Florid is a Southern state, I have no idea which side I'm on.
Ashley, return to Tennessee, with that valuable, illegal, moonshine
(it's to die for), and, save yourself. If I survive, I only ask, you
save me a swig. I'll be back there soon, in my new home state (which,
btw, has a verly low death rate due to hurricanes).
Those of you who were actually considering coming down, from out of
state, God love ya, and, yea, I love a good party as well, but, please,
do not. Like my good friend, Ashely Wilkes (from "Gone With the
Wind"), "SAVE YOURSELVES. LIVE TO RIDE ANOTHER DAY."
cya,
I hope. Howard (oh, God, she does have a very deep sense of humor;
just when you think you're safe or something, damn, if it all don't
change, lickety split, quicker than a Wal-Mart run for water and
batteries)
_
-- "It is necessary to be noble, and yet take humility as a basis
"It
is necessary to be noble, and yet
take humility as a basis.
It is necessary
to be exalted, and yet take modesty as a foundation."
