Some days you just don't know what to write. There is nothing decent to steal off of other bloggers, the news is the same or worse and its a rainy cold evening that feels so much like the fall that it could be Newfoundland in July. Then think of the seach you have never searched before in 15 years of surfing and there it is - you've come across the Vintage Snowmobile Club of America and your faith in mankind is restored.

I don't know why I think this is neato...

1974 Mercury Sno Twister for sale (Serial Number 16 of 1000). It is in pieces, but I can assure you everything is there. I recently bought a NOS track, MANY NOS engine parts (Gaskets, seals, rings, a jug, and good condition used heads for it). The seat, hood, and bellypan are there, and in ok shape. There is much more so ask questions if you would like. Make Offer

...but I think it speaks to the same need to determine what Shakespeare looked like or what the big bang was really like. These are variations on a theme and the theme is developing idle pointless skills and knowledge. I'm not even handy at all and have no shed but the idea of buying something on the basis of "I can assure you everything is there" is intriguing to me.

I have a pal who has said that if I see a boat for a hundred dollars I am to buy it. I think he has about seven now. Because he has told everyone that. We all have it. We all want to sit in a shed in a slightly smelly old armchair that is actually quite comfortable if you know just where to park yourself as the sun comes through the door nicely and, besides, you know where the rum is. Its called young old crazy guy syndrome. We all have it but these guys really have it - the Old Lawnmower Club on England. Look upon their knowledge and gaze in wonder. I even caught myself thinking that lawn mowing history is actually a little interesting - and wondering who would want a nine-inch wide mower? - but now knowing that "Shanks Britisher" is not only the last words of gratitude a Nazi escapee would have uttered to his collaborator pal as he rowed out to the U-boat on that moonless night.