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    Quote Originally Posted by GaTeach View Post
    I was gone for 26 days with a back pack in the saddlebag. For the rally? Everything ought to fit in the center console.
    Either you don't sweat or you're a frequenter of laundromats?

    I can get some serious milage out of worn jeans... shoot I can get milage outta most of my clothing... but chose not to during this day and age.

    When I was in the Army and in the field; it was never unusual to go for a week without even taking a whore bath. Once I did 2 weeks non-stop; sweating in a MOPP suit, I came out of it blacker than the darkness of a coal mine. When we came out of the field, the garrison and the civilians would steer clear of us... the sensed stench was repugnant. Not to us though; since we were used to it.

    These days... I like to be a "little" cleaner.


    21 years Army (retired)
    ...been everywhere, seen everything, done almost everything.

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    GaTeach
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    I did laundry at my brother's house. I also threw clothes away and picked up cheap tshirts and drawers. I went to Denver for a wedding and when I got there, I went to the thrift store and bought a shirt and pair of pants to wear. Threw them away when I left.

    I had my heated gear, leather jacket, and leather chaps packed when I left but I ended up shipping them from Mobile to Monument. Then back home when I left Colorado. It was 39 at the top of Pike's Peak. I'm glad I had them.

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    GaTeach
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    It runs in my family.

    My brother, Jack, was living in Raleigh and came by my house on the way to the race at Talladega. He was in his Wrangler with the top off and every inch of that jeep had beer in it. There were coolers of all sizes, everywhere. Where coolers wouldn't fit, there were six packs. Where six packs wouldn't fit, there were singles. The pockets of the door had single beers stuffed in them.

    I said, "Dude, where's your suitcase?"

    He flipped down his visor and a pair of boxers and a toothbrush fell down.

    Rock. On. Jack.

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