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Sounds like she inherited plenty of the Ringman genome.

Luckily for you OR residents 97% chance this is attention whoring bullsh*t.

Ringman is the same dude that fell for all of Happy Camper’s ear tickling

Genius sure flows from your loins

Hopefully so, Brah....Dying because of ‘stupid’ on a road, ain’t on my bucket list. Smashing someone’s face until dead now is. Lol.


Color me shocked.

🦫

I just have one question.

Why did YOU let her do that? And with 2 toddlers in the car, no less...

I frankly don't have the words...

Kayla will very soon be a sad memory, I fear.

I can't believe you didn't make her pull over so you could take the wheel.

September 26, 2022 will be a day I remember for a long time. Not because it was my fifty-eighth wedding anniversary, but because I spent most of the day in the 2019 Nissan Frontier pickup with my granddaughter. Kayla’s mom, Deana, told me, “Kayla likes to drive.” When I picked her up in Boise, Idaho she told me she likes to drive. The speed limit in Idaho is 80MPH so I didn’t get any idea how fast she really likes to drive

Once we got past Ontario, Oregon and the speed limit is either 55MPH or 65MPH her true driving attitude began displaying itself. For awhile she drove about 80MPH. Maybe that was to check my reaction. Once I didn’t react, she got serious and went to her comfortable cruising speed: 110MPH! I told her, “Did you know 100MPH is 146 feet per second?” She didn’t react.

Later I discovered she is not used to passing. At one point she passed about a half dozen cars. In the distance we saw an approaching car in the oncoming lane and she started to let up on the throttle. I excitedly exclaimed, “Stand on it!” I guess she never heard that before so I quickly changed it to, “Don’t let up on the gas!” Once we were safely back in our lane she asked, “Is my driving scaring you?” “Only when you let up on the gas when you’re passing,” I responded.
Double yellow lines mean nothing to her as long as she can see far enough to pass. Painted islands were too much for her to ignore, though. I found that interesting.

Somewhere south of Bend, Oregon we were cruising about 100 – 110MPH because there was intermittent traffic. At one point as the trees opened up I noticed a cop parked at the side of the northbound lane about one hundred feet away. That was about 2/3 of one second before we were even with him. Another two seconds and we were one hundred yards past his location. Apparently he was looking at his computer or reading something because he never came after us. I was certainly pleasantly surprised. A guy at the gas station told me he got pulled over for 84MPH in a 55MPH zone. The cop told him, “If you were going one more mile per hour faster I would have to arrest you for feloniously endangering others on the highway.”

“No! No! No!” I hear Kayla excitedly saying. About 200 yards up the road from us a car pulled onto the highway. That’s less than four second away. The car headed across the road. “Go behind it!” I quickly ordered. At one point I saw a truck about a quarter mile ahead pull onto the highway heading in the opposite direction we were traveling. I asked, “Did you see that truck pull onto the highway?” “No,” she answered. I was surprised because in about seven or eight seconds we would have encounter it.

In conversation she seriously told me, “You know, Grumpy, I’m not one of the smart people.” It is amazing because her mom has genius level intelligence. Her mom started talking at five months and at one and a half years of age could carry on a conversation. I guess I am not too smart for not saying something about her driving. But what could I do? I was spending my time watching for coyotes, jackrabbits, pronghorns, deer, or even wild horses. I think the wild horses should be eradicated, but that’s just me. O yea. I did see four chipmunks, but not all at one time. And there was a fox in one field.
When we arrived at her mom’s house in Grants Pass she announced, “We made pretty good time, didn’t we.” I responded, “If I was driving we would probably be just getting into Bend about now.” I took her two year and three year old sons out of their car seats and let them go see “Grammy” while I unloaded the pickup.

Well good old Ring fug chewed on my ass one day as I was taking happy crapper to task. So it is good to see him pronounce himself as absolutely clueless...mb

Yet he pretends not to know anything of who Happy Camper was/is.

Him and SuperCub were number one Happy Fans

Few others on here were delightfully enchanted by The Camper.

They KNOW who they are.

September 26, 2022 will be a day I remember for a long time. Not because it was my fifty-eighth wedding anniversary, but because I spent most of the day in the 2019 Nissan Frontier pickup with my granddaughter. Kayla’s mom, Deana, told me, “Kayla likes to drive.” When I picked her up in Boise, Idaho she told me she likes to drive. The speed limit in Idaho is 80MPH so I didn’t get any idea how fast she really likes to drive

Once we got past Ontario, Oregon and the speed limit is either 55MPH or 65MPH her true driving attitude began displaying itself. For awhile she drove about 80MPH. Maybe that was to check my reaction. Once I didn’t react, she got serious and went to her comfortable cruising speed: 110MPH! I told her, “Did you know 100MPH is 146 feet per second?” She didn’t react.

Later I discovered she is not used to passing. At one point she passed about a half dozen cars. In the distance we saw an approaching car in the oncoming lane and she started to let up on the throttle. I excitedly exclaimed, “Stand on it!” I guess she never heard that before so I quickly changed it to, “Don’t let up on the gas!” Once we were safely back in our lane she asked, “Is my driving scaring you?” “Only when you let up on the gas when you’re passing,” I responded.
Double yellow lines mean nothing to her as long as she can see far enough to pass. Painted islands were too much for her to ignore, though. I found that interesting.

Somewhere south of Bend, Oregon we were cruising about 100 – 110MPH because there was intermittent traffic. At one point as the trees opened up I noticed a cop parked at the side of the northbound lane about one hundred feet away. That was about 2/3 of one second before we were even with him. Another two seconds and we were one hundred yards past his location. Apparently he was looking at his computer or reading something because he never came after us. I was certainly pleasantly surprised. A guy at the gas station told me he got pulled over for 84MPH in a 55MPH zone. The cop told him, “If you were going one more mile per hour faster I would have to arrest you for feloniously endangering others on the highway.”

“No! No! No!” I hear Kayla excitedly saying. About 200 yards up the road from us a car pulled onto the highway. That’s less than four second away. The car headed across the road. “Go behind it!” I quickly ordered. At one point I saw a truck about a quarter mile ahead pull onto the highway heading in the opposite direction we were traveling. I asked, “Did you see that truck pull onto the highway?” “No,” she answered. I was surprised because in about seven or eight seconds we would have encounter it.

In conversation she seriously told me, “You know, Grumpy, I’m not one of the smart people.” It is amazing because her mom has genius level intelligence. Her mom started talking at five months and at one and a half years of age could carry on a conversation. I guess I am not too smart for not saying something about her driving. But what could I do? I was spending my time watching for coyotes, jackrabbits, pronghorns, deer, or even wild horses. I think the wild horses should be eradicated, but that’s just me. O yea. I did see four chipmunks, but not all at one time. And there was a fox in one field.
When we arrived at her mom’s house in Grants Pass she announced, “We made pretty good time, didn’t we.” I responded, “If I was driving we would probably be just getting into Bend about now.” I took her two year and three year old sons out of their car seats and let them go see “Grammy” while I unloaded the pickup.

Yet he pretends not to know anything of who Happy Camper was/is.

Him and SuperCub were number one Happy Fans

Few others on here were delightfully enchanted by The Camper.

They KNOW who they are.

Happy Needs to be spoken of in past tense. I don't want his crap back here.

I kind of wish he was still around. I need a new socket set and I can't find one anywhere, I was hoping he could hook me up.

I just have one question.

Why did YOU let her do that? And with 2 toddlers in the car, no less...

I frankly don't have the words...