Howdy, fellers!

Did a right smart'o searchin' 'n sich, but hain't had much luck with this'n.

Reckon how much the factory 20" FX4 wheels weigh? I only got a handful o' hits a-Gogglin' it, and the 3 or 4 fellers I seen whut had sumptin' to say didn't jive one with the other'n. Anywhere twixt 38 and 43 lbs is what I've read.

Anybody know fer sure? Ol' Horace shore would 'preciate it.



Horace yer Humble Hyener

PS - I studied on postin' this'n in the Wheels 'n Tahrs section, but I figgered most fellers whut hangs out yonder is more innersted in aftermarket wheels. If'n the post ain't Kosher hyur, feel free to move it, aight.

 

Hidy thar, Horace!

Wellsir - reckon Ol' Bubber has ye aynswer - if'n ye kin do it all empir'cal-like.

1. Gitche ye fayncy baffroom obese-o-meter, 'er you bein' you, ye really fayncy fish-scale.

2. Dismount one o' ye wheel/tahr combos.

3. Go weigh thet thang. Write 'er down inna dirt somewhere's.

4. Lookee hyur: http://www.discounttirezone.com/COOP...3S_p_5880.html - Ye nekkid LT's be 56 lbs apiece.

5. Do ye some cipherin' - subtract #4 from #2. They's ye aynswer.

6. Mount ye wheel/tahr combo - no, no ... on the truck!

Ye'll 'scuse me now, aight - ah's fixin' t' mix me up a pail o' some Caipirinhas. It's Brazilian Night

 

Howdy, Bubber!

Shoot'n hell-fahr! If'n ye do thangs the logical 'n sensible way, whut'n'a hell's'a use in the intorwebs?

Whutche tryin' to do anyhow, put ol' Horace inna soup line?

Got plumb snockered hyur while back 'n fell awff'n me milkin' cow, Bessie. Skeert tha ol' gal hayff'ta death sangin' Dixie 'n she commence'ta buckin' 'n squallin' 'n stompin' on me ayss' 'n a-carryin' on. Left ye buddy Horace down in his back 'n right-smart otherwise stove-up.

Jist now a-gettin back to whur I kin git back to tha job site 'n hyur ye are a-tryin' to put ye ol' buddy inna wheelcheer. Now me bawss-man unnerstands a man a-fallin' awff'n his milkin' cow on account o' a-havin' a snootful, but he ain't tryna hyur aboot ol' Horace a-throwin' his back out priesin' around on his wheels 'n tahrs! Sumbich'd have me on foodstaymps pronto, aight?



Seriously, I was studyin' on doin' just that. However, it'll be a spell before I can get to it. I really am down in my back.

No rush, of course. Just curious if anybody know'd aboot it.

Thankee, Bubber!



PS - LMFAO @ #6!

PS agin - Mmmmm.... Caipirinhas....

 

Mawnin' Big D !

LMELFHAO @ Bessie!

Real sorry t' hear aboot'che bayck - agin . Ye's had a peck o' trouble wif 'er fer quite a spell. Ye's too yung t' be a-sufferin' like thet.

Reckon ye tryin t' make puddin' wif ol' Bessie ain't a-heppin' none

Here's t' a speedy cornvalescence

Cheers

 

Mawnin' Bubber!

Thankee fer the well wishes! It shore has been aggervatin' dealin' with me back 'n knees. Too young indeed...

I tell folks I'm a late model, but I have a lot of hard miles on me.

Thankee agin, Bubber!

 

Why do you guys type so stupid?

 

Well, howdy thar, me narrow-minded l'il punkin'!

Reckon ye's frum Ontary, eh? Now typically, we Ontary'an's be a-pridin' ourseffs fer bein' edumacated, toler'nt, ar-tikky-lit. An' - not gen'rully bein' o' the homeschoolin' persuasion an' hence not enterin' th' a-dult world pre-lobotomized - able t' apply ye ol' cabbage 'n study upon n' cipher what'all uth'rs is sayin'.

Now - Given all th' divers'ty o' this hyur li'l ol' dirtball we'uns is a-crappin' on, an' bein' it be gittin' littl'r e'ery day, reckon toler'nce an' embracin' said divers'ty mayhap be a danged good thang we' ortta be doin, aight?

Soooo... ah's sensin' ye's not the average Ontary'n ... an' 'er unable 'er unwillin' t' embrace uth'r modes o' cor-municatin' n' sich. Take ye seemin' inability t' cipher High Bubber, fr'instince. Leadin' ye to throw down sum hatin' an' name-callin' on 'er. Fer shame. Thet dawg don't hunt, yungin' ... not 'tawl.

Reckon ye's best mosey on down th' road - lest the effer't a' processin' any'thang fur'n' t' ye burns bofe ye laggardy synapses t' corn chips.

Ye's a em-bare-ayss-mint t' Good Ontary folk e'erywhurs .... why don'che just move ta Keebec?





Reckon ye needs t' open ye cabbage a-might. Let the ol' High Bubber worsh o'er ye lik a refreshin' breath o' count'ry air

 

Now I have a headache and sore eyes...

 

We types fine. Reckon ye just read stoopid.

Well hyur's ye a thought... Don't read it? I's afeer'd if'n ye do, yer liable to git ye a sore ayss ta go wif ye eyes.

Reckon High Bubber's jist plumb over some folks' heyds. My l'il ol' gal tells me I don't git dubstep on account o' it bein' over my heyd. Betche that's how come it ta gimme a heydache.

Whutche reckon, Bubba? Reckon we orta have a spellin' er grammar cornest wif ye feller Onterystanian?

 

^^^^ Naw ... wif an atty-tood like thet'un, he ain't like any Ontary-kin I e'er seen befer. An aberration, reckon. Hateful, name-callin' pekkerwud,'e be.

Besides - it be like 'im brangin' a stick to a katana fight. Ah ain't gunna be respons'ble fer causin' a dead short 'twixt 'is 'ears. An' all the ensuin' stanky smoke

Bubber

 

Now that's some funny chit!

Mitch

 

This is my type of informative post! Keeps up the goodly werk lol...

 

Thankee, fellers! Good to see some folks still appreciates a l'il fun 'n foolin' aboot.