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    wheel covers
  • A decorative metal or plastic disc that obscures a vehicles stamped steel wheels, lug nuts and/or hubs from view.
  • (Wheel cover) A hubcap, wheel cover or wheel trim is a decorative disk on an automobile wheel that covers at least a central portion of the wheel. Cars with stamped steel wheels often use a full wheel cover that conceals the entire wheel.
  • The first Cadillac wheel covers were introduced in 1932;  it is rumored that chauffeurs and owners alike were getting tired of cleaning spoked wheels!
    funny
  • The comic strips in newspapers
  • amusing: arousing or provoking laughter; "an amusing film with a steady stream of pranks and pratfalls"; "an amusing fellow"; "a comic hat"; "a comical look of surprise"; "funny stories that made everybody laugh"; "a very funny writer"; "it would have been laughable if it hadn't hurt so much"; "
  • funny story: an account of an amusing incident (usually with a punch line); "she told a funny story"; "she made a funny"
  • curious: beyond or deviating from the usual or expected; "a curious hybrid accent"; "her speech has a funny twang"; "they have some funny ideas about war"; "had an odd name"; "the peculiar aromatic odor of cloves"; "something definitely queer about this town"; "what a rum fellow"; "singular
    spare
  • Make free or available
  • refrain from harming
  • thin and fit; "the spare figure of a marathon runner"; "a body kept trim by exercise"
  • Give (something of which one has enough) to (someone); afford to give to
  • spare part: an extra component of a machine or other apparatus
  • Be frugal

"Lost in the Wilderness" or "Reason #354,982 why I am a complete loser"
"Lost in the Wilderness" or "Reason #354,982 why I am a complete loser"
So. Here we are. Still alive. That's a good thing. "Why?" You ask. Well, let me tell you how I almost became a canidate for the Darwin Awards. It wasn't funny yesterday, but it's getting to be more of a "someday you'll look back on this and laugh" type of situation. That said, I have tons of those stories because I am the Charlie Brown of real life. It's getting a little tiring. Yesterday, I was up well before dawn with a plan to drive up to the North Georgia Mountains to do some landscape photography. Now, I've been working extremely hard at landscape stuff because I love it and have a stupid pipe dream of making something of it. I love anything where I can feel more connected to the earth we live on. I also want to make unique photos. I want to go to the places that your aveage tourist wouldn't dream of. I want to find the places that are so close, yet so far away. I want my photos to be good. I want them to stand out. I want them to have some feeling. I don't know that I'll ever achieve that goal, but I'm going to try. In pursuit of this effort, I wanted to find those places in N. Georgia that aren't overrun by half of Atlanta on the weekends. Well, I found one and I almost killed myself. I went off the beaten path in search of a place called "Cooper Creek Scenic Area". It's deep in the forest and mostly untouched by man. You have to take Forest Service roads to find it, and being a fearless adverturer (read: idiot), I tried it. I didn't follow the written directions I had. I stumbled on another entrance to the forest that was on my crude map. From the map, I could easily see where I was supposed to go. Problem is, this section of FS road was barely marked and my map didn't show any of the little used FS roads that branch off of the road I was on. It just showed the main roads. I went cruising along in my two wheel drive Nissan Frontier. I wasn't worried about the rocks and bumps, because I sit up high and it's a tough little truck. I did have to keep in mind though that I didn't have four-wheel drive. The scenery was nothing short of breathtaking. I had been cruising along quite awhile and my map showed that I had to make a left hand turn.This turn had to be coming up soon. I came to a road that went to the left and figured that this must be it. I turned and slowly traversed down the mountain I was on. Well, I didn't have to go very far to realize that this wasn't the road I needed to be on. It was more leaf strewn with sticks and debris covering the path. I had to turn around, but where? There were no clearings. Afraid that if I got too far, I would never get out, I decided to turn around now. The spot I was in wasn't steep at all and there was enough room that I could wiggle the truck around 180?. The first 90? went fine. But when I go to the point where I had to go uphill both ways, I got in trouble. Big trouble. The unpacked earth was damp and loose and I started to spin. "Okay," I thought. "Just back up a little and then mash it." Didn't work. Right back in the hole. Spinning. Making smoke. Burning rubber. Relax. Downshift. Touch the gas slowly. Spin! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Okay, stay calm. Did I stay calm? Hell no! I panicked!!! Throw it in reverse to get out of the hole. Back to first. Mash the gas. Spin! Fuck what am I gonna do? I am at least 5 miles into the wilderness alone. Stupid fucking idiot! You should know better! Open the door and step on the gas to see what's going on back there. Smoke. Put it in reverse again to get out of my new hole. Step out of the truc...FUCK THE TRUCK IS IN REVERSE!!! The truck rolls as I try to stop it with my foot (dumbass). Thud! It stops only a few feet back. My life and my truck are spared by a 4" diameter hickory tree. I get out. Holy shit, I have to relax. I'm going to get killed if I don't. What am I going to do. Can't call anyone. No service. I could hike, but I haven't a clue where the fuck I am at and I haven't seen a soul. Ugh. I'm screwed. At least it's morning. I have all day to hike and I do have my camera to take pics along the way, so not all is lost. I'd find my way out eventually. It's remote, but not that remote. I look at the truck. The grade it's on is not steep at all. The damn dirt is just loose. I've got to save myself the embarassment and get the fuck out of here. Maybe if I can just get some traction. But how? I put some sticks under the back wheels. Spin. Fuck! No good. More panic. I see some rocks. Large rocks. Relatively flat rocks. I shove the rocks as best I can under the front and the back of the rear tires. Try again. Zzzzzzzz! Spinning and smoking. FUCK!!!!! I'm so screwed. Why isn't this working? The tires aren't gripping the rock. It's not as bad as it was before though. I can feel the truck rocking just a hair. I need to keep trying. I need to get those rocks flatter and under the tires furhter. I start to dig with my hands near the tires. I realize now why o
TAG583J - 1971 Fiat 850 Van
TAG583J - 1971 Fiat 850 Van
Check out that spare wheel mounting! A funny story recounted from the days of this van involves a family outing. In the early 1970s, passenger safety had yet to enter the public mind in a big way, and laws pertaining to proper seating and seatbelts had yet to be considered. On this occasion, then, my future parents had decided to take my Granny and Grampa out for the day, and this necessitated two passengers perching, unrestrained, on cushions atop the rear engine cover, facing forward. My Grampa drew one of the short straws that day, and spent the journey taking in the scene and the banter, all the while chewing calmly on the stem of his unlit pipe. All of a sudden, there was cause for my Dad to brake sharply, and in so doing, Grampa's cushion shot forward, taking him with it and depositing him on the van floor a yard forward and nine inches lower, but still in the same pose, pipe-in-mouth, as though nothing had happened! I'm reliably informed no comment was ever made to this, but there was much merriment at the scene!

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