In about 1981 I was driving to my home on the outskirts of the tiny town of Sisters, Oregon in my '65 Toyota Landcruiser wagon at about 2AM when a cat ran out from the side of the road and I heard a thump, so I pulled over to the side of the road and there was this cat with his head pretty much...
I was listening to the isolated vocal track for this song and I swear they say "oompah, oompah, take it up the oompah!" right before the "everybody smoke(s) pot" thing.
Listen for yourself:
It's called a "sprue", or sometimes a "tree"
There shouldn't be any black tires on it though
I don't like the look of kit chrome, so I strip it with Ez-Off oven cleaner in a bag, then use "Metalizer" and buff it out
I used to invite the Jehovah's Witnesses in and then spend half an hour or more talking about MY beliefs
by the end, they were just begging to leave
Haven't heard from them since, they must keep records
I'm a Norman
My family emigrated from Normandy to what was then called Acadia in the 1700s and were deported by the English but returned to settle in northern New Brunswick and were one of 32 families ceded land by the British is 1767 as reparations for having been expelled