The Worlds Best Kept Auto Secret

Wow! I never knew. I had to share this important information with everyone. A friend of mine sent this to me in a email today, I'm not sure why no one ever mentions this BUT it's probably because it's NOT true. According to The Perrin Post at Concierge.com the gas gauge pump icon's handle does not represent which side of the car your gas cap is on. There are some vehicles which have a little triangle next to the pump icon which points to the side your gas cap is on. Here's the email.





I have been driving (legally) for over a decade. One would think I would have noticed the little secret on my dash that was staring me right in the face the whole time. I didn't and I bet you probably haven't either.

Quick question, what side of your car is your gas tank? If you are anything like me, you probably can't remember right away. My solution is to uncomfortably stick my head out the window, strain my neck and look. If you don't do this in your own car you definitely have done it in a borrowed or rental car.

Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to share with you my little secret so you will no longer look like Ace Ventura on your way to the gas station or put your neck at risk of uncomfort or injury.

If you look at your gas gauge, you will see a small icon of a gas pump. The handle of the gas pump will extend out on either the left or right side of the pump. If your tank is on the left, the handle will be on the left. If your tank is on the right, the handle will be on the right (see photo above). It is that simple!

I don't know how you feel right now but when I found out this morning I felt cheated!

Why don't the dealers share such important information with car buyers? I don't understand why this isn't in the drivers ed manual? I don't get why any mechanic I have ever been too or know has even thought of mentioning this to me? The only possible explanation can be that all these people probably don't even know!

Go out and share the worlds best kept auto secret with your friends as this is information is way too important to be kept secret.

High Rise Hotel

Hope this story brings a bit of laughter into your Monday morning.

Bill, Jim, and Scott were at a convention together and were sharing a large suite on the top of a 75 story sky scraper. After a long day of meetings they were shocked to hear that the elevators in their hotel were broken and they would have to climb 75 flights of stairs to get to their room. Bill said to Jim and Scott, let's break the monotony of this unpleasant task by concentrating on something interesting. I'll tell jokes for 25 flights, and Jim can sing songs for 25 flights, and Scott can tell sad stories the rest of the way. At the 26th floor Bill stopped telling jokes and Jim began to sing. At the 51st floor Jim stopped singing and Scott began to tell sad stories. "I will tell my saddest story first," he said. "I left the room key in the car!"

Author Unknown

Extra, Extra, Read All About It!

Announcing Oldman's Poetry Corner. Today I have posted my newest poem on my new blog. Please follow this link to Oldman's Poetry Corner. While you are there please click and become a follower using Google Connect. I enjoy writing poetry and wanted a place to publish all of my poems together. I will begin posting all of my poems on this new blog. I may from time to time post poems on my other blogs if the topic is appropriate, however, I will still post it on Oldman's Poetry Corner because it will include all of my poems. You will find my old poems from other blogs there as well. So stop by and take a look. I hope you enjoy today's poem. Thanks for your continued support and encouragement.

Tattoos – Yes or I Don’t Think So?

Today let me take a moment to discuss tattoos. Many people have them and my son’s hobby is being a tattoo artist. He is very artistic and I think he does good work. All of the tattoos in this article are samples of his work. But for me, I have never gotten a tattoo. When I was younger the only people getting tattoos were people in the military, bikers or biker chicks. Now I did have my days of glory riding down the highway with a bike between my legs doing well over 100mph. But my days of rebellion never led me to getting a tattoo.

I have thought about getting one from time to time. Then I think about, do I really want to live with this for the rest of my life? Do I really want to sit and have someone poke me with a needle over and over again? Also, there was the consideration of being looked down upon by prospective employers. And, how drunk does one have to be to get a tattoo? I have been falling down drunk many times with the opportunity to get one and decided no. Of course, my parents were against it.

It still crosses my mind to get one even now though. It is more socially acceptable to have one now. Of course, from what I am told once you have one you want another so I’m not sure I’m in for that kind of a commitment. I would end up looking like the Illustrated Man in Ray Bradbury’s book with tattoos all over my body and then they would come alive and illustrate stories; I don’t think I can handle tattoos coming to life on my skin. No, that’s not for me.

However, I still consider having one. If I was to get one I would do like I have been advised by someone who has many tattoos. First, I would make copies of the tattoo and post them everywhere, on the computer, the refrigerator, the mirror, the car, the door, the wall, the microwave and just about any flat surface which I could find. Then, if after a month I am not thoroughly sick of looking at it I might get it. Also, I would not get something stupid which I will regret for the rest of my life like a heart with an arrow through it with some girl’s name on it. Now that may be okay for you but I think it’s stupid. I would make sure it has meaning to me and was something I found important. I would not get something because I thought it was cool. Cool is a relevant term which usually wears out as the seasons pass. The last thing I would do is make sure the artist is safe, has good hygiene, and does good work. You know the old saying; you get what you pay for.

I know your curiosity is peaked as to what kind of tattoo I would get. There are a few things I have considered as designs for tattoos. Probably the top two would be either a thunderbird similar to the one at the top of this article or a dragon. There are many different dragons I like so I do not have a picture of one of them posted. I am not going to go into the reasoning behind these choices just suffice it to say they do meet my criteria though I have not posted them everywhere and probably would get sick of looking at it.

So, what are your thoughts about tattoos? Do you have one and where is it? Now I don’t want to hear about your Welcome Aboard tattoo on your penis, that’s a joke from that movie which had sailors in it and the captain supposedly had one there. Does anyone remember the movie I’m talking about? Also, do you think I should get one and which one do you think I should get? Not that I really care because I will make up my own mind but I welcome your opinion. Finally, as long as we are talking about the general subject of mutilating oneself, LOL, what do you think about body piercing? Please leave me your thoughts and comments. Take care and have a great day!

Birds

This cinquain style poem was inspired by a photograph taken by Lee at Photographing the Days. I did not want to steal Lee's thunder so I used the picture above from MorgueFile as an illustration only. Please click through and take a look at the photograph Lee took here, it is simple but moving. Thanks Lee for the inspiration.

Birds

by Brian, the old man

Birds

Feathered, Black

Waking, Sitting, Singing

Majestically sharing morning sky

Birds

Jeff Dunham and Walter

Alone at Sunset

I offer this poem to all of those who are alone.

Alone at Sunset
By Brian, the old man


As I sit beside the ocean’s shore
And watch the setting sun
I ponder things about my life
Am I the only one?

Not a soul in sight that I can see
I sit here all alone
The emptiness of God’s green earth
Not a thing to hear me moan.

What can I do to make me whole
And make things seem alright
I turn to God and cry to Him
Why can’t You see my plight?

I know it’s wrong to question You
About these things I fear
Help me let go and trust in You
Give you the wheel to steer.

I look upon the setting sun
In awe of Your great scene
The colors are so beautiful
The water looks so clean

You help me know, You’re there with me
My faith grows more each day
I give to You my heart and soul
For All these things, I pray.