THALL10326
The Champ
Tommie,
You outdid yourself ole chap. What a write up.
As you so abley recapped your experiences, sharing the pleasure, the disappointment and the sense of triumph, I actually felt as though I was there.
Suddenly, my hot morning cappa turned tepid and I know I had a whaft of Folgers there for a moment.
I had a sudden urge to reach for a Pamper to keep the oil from the cheezy, bladder deficient 372 from leaking onto the freshly waxed floor of the pristine Stihl shoppe.
I could smell the white oak chips as they flew through the cool, crisp air of a Virginia morning.
I marvelled at the engineering genious exhibited by the Stihl engineers as the pricision machined parts made the Husky counterparts look like a Chinese science fair project gone astray.
I too, felt like ole Hoss as I reached for my wallet while asking the kind Stihl salesman if I could, too, purchase the mighty 441.
I now return to my euphoric state,
Joat
Waxing up your 441 right now Joat. My the shine is almost blinding me. My my what a thing of beauty. To be good to ya I'll give you a discount on the mighty 441 and a signed copy of my book, THE QUEEN IS DEAD,LOLOLOL