Heard ya missed me...

...actually, not really. There's nothing like a long period of blog inactivity to help you figure out who your readership is. In Otto's case, it was about two people.

That's fine. I didn't start this thing to get famous. And I sure as H don't have the time, right now anyways, to begin a Reynolds-like blitzkrieg of blog posts, even with this new Google-based platform that lets me e-mail a blog entry (!). (Thus giving a whole new meaning to the phrase "mailing it in.") I've advanced a bit at work, which requires more time out of my life. Daughter is now home for the summer again, from WVU -- actually, she got an internship at my place of business -- and appropriates our home computer a fair share. There are other reasons too.

But probably the main one is cars. PONY cars, to be exact. Ever since that red-letter day, a little less than two years ago, when I purchased The Dix, a great deal of my free time gets spent on cars. PONY cars, to be exact. Plural. Yeah, I got another one. An '06 GT, in Legend Lime, auto. Last September. I couldn't resist the 0%, 72 month deal that FoMoCo came out with around Labor Day.

I just love these cars to death. And because the aftermarket market, heh, for power adders and bling and effects and just about everythang, is so huge for Mustangs...there's always new stuff to look at, to think about, and to purchase.

Maybe I should just turn this into a Mustang blog. I mean, they say you should write about what you're interested in, eh? I may just do that, as I get meself back in the bloggroove.

Here's my two baby girls -- Dixi Candace and Luci Elinor. They are The Greatest Generation, of Ponies or any other vehicle ever made. Looks, price, power, performance -- they are The Greatest. I so love my Pony Girls.

And yeah, their asses are still so HOT.