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TRACKER: 2004 - 03 - 22

BUSS.

In a hurry as always.

Now: driving is turning rapidly from a privilege into a disease. Most noticeable in Bigger Cities, like Jerusalem and Gomorrah.

Ever noticed that Bus Drivers are among some of the worst?  This is a trendy thing to think about as you light your pipe full of Sail Tobacco first thing in the morning, and order your Scottish Terrier to fetch your slippers.

Here's a vehicle - chock full of old ladies, babies, marginalized and abandoned people and the seasonally-employed.  Off for a pleasant journey "downtown". The bus is taking corners at 80 Klicks; people are hanging onto their hats and praying to various Hindu Deities.

Makes you want to write a testy letter to "Somebody" ... but who, pray tell?  Ain't nobody listening but the pidgeons.

WE begin our descent into the Maelstrom with a plump little pudding signed by ETC amongst others.  We like silver and black, just like those speedy little Honda Civics revving it up at the starting line.

Ever notice how every traffic light now seems like an Indy 500?  Makes you wanna go buy some popcorn and stand on a streetcorrner, don't it?

Next, we bring you a brief message from our Sponsor, the Surrey Kings.

Surrey?  It's just a stone's throw South of Greater Vancouver. Many jokes are made about Surrey; most of them are - unfortunately - True.  Car theft capital of North America.  Drug abuse capital of Canada. Biker haven. Street Trash Parlor; Trailer Trash Squalor.  Missing and Meaningless roaming the streets.  Drive-by shootings leave holes in quiet residential sidestreets. Is that a new neighbor next door with a turban or a grow op?  Employment opportunities with Organized Crime abound.  At least the wholesome kids are out spraying the trains.

Potatoe-heads? VET1, SETR, TWICE, all claim a portion of this petite little throwup.  Nothin' like a little Beaver Smile to make your buck teeth quiver.

BUCK JONES (or "JONE$") in March 2002 is speaking easy about work in the Train Yards.

Not quite ready yet for retirement, Buck is singin' in the Rain for another 20 years or so until his Black Chevy Pickup comes home to roost.

ACRID strikes back. What a game! For once a sig that you can read.  And only temporary good news.

Like the plug-in room deoderant finally caught fire and killed all the household pets.

 

But now, a cool little piece signed by WY5 and KMFD

Things were exceedinly blue in the days of poor ol' 1-mega pixel cameras. Lines of Interference.

"De-Interlace" please!

 

 

BASHA - signed KBT and others rendered illegible by the Hands Of Time, literally glows in the dark. Another simple exercise in Silver and Basic Geometry.

We thank Colonel Saunders and his Kentucky Fried Squadron for delivering us from boredom once more!

AKEWS is a member of local clubs who frequently decorate concrete abuttments near the tracks. 

thanks again for signing in folks.
see you next tuesday!!
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