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Another Public service announcement

Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill-up the tank, I am sending my money to people who are trying to kill me, my family, and my friends.

I thought it might be interesting for you to know which oil companies are the best to buy gas from and which major companies import Middle Eastern oil.

These companies import Middle Eastern oil :
Shell............................ 205,742,000 barrels
Chevron/Texaco......... 144,332,000 barrels
Exxon /Mobil............... 130,082,000 barrels
Marathon/Speedway... 117,740,000 barrels
Amoco............................62,231,000 barrels

Citgo........................from South America , from a Dictator who hates Americans
If you do the math at $30/barrel, these imports amount to over $18 BILLION! (oil is now $55-$60 a barrel)

Here are some large companies that
do not import Middle Eastern oil:

Sunoco...................0 barrels
Conoco..................0 barrels
Sinclair.................0 barrels
BP/Phillips............0 barre…
Here are some rules to think about:
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, learn from your mistakes.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have do…
Hate monger, racist, Mexican hater, selfish.... blaa, blaa, blaa. I think I've covered most of it. Here's my thoughts on the people crossing our borders. If you come into my country without being asked (that's illegal) then you've broken our laws. I don't care if you are starving to death in your country. The simple fact is you are a criminal and should be deported back to where you came from. (and take your family and your little dog with you) Do it the right way and I'll meet you at the border to welcome you here.But the illegal aliens help our economy by taking the jobs Americans won't take...(bull!!!!) Google “Del Monte raid in Oregon”; 167 illegal aliens were arrested and the next day hundreds of legal people were signing up for the jobs.
Americans will perform any legal job necessary to support themselves and their families. As an illustration, recently 70 US citizens were dismissed from an Alabama construction site by a foreman who said the dismissal …

End of the Ride

After almost 7000 miles, butt and backache's Grabber, Pixie and I have completed “THE RIDE”.What an experience it was, to do it again I would have to be 20 years younger and in an RV.The reason for this ride offset the pain of the ride, we have a lot of stories and memories that will be ours forever. So now what do I do with the blog?, I have given this a lot of thought and figure sense the name of the blog is “Kaha's World” I'll just bore the remaining readers (all two of you ) with whatever comes to my attention. Here's a little insight, I frequently change my mind on things as the world around me changes. (for those of you who have had any interchange with yours truly...duh!!) what this will allow me to do is talk about just about anything.So thats it in a nut shell, if you no longer follow the blog then thanks for hanging out Grabber and I wish you well. If you just check back periodically you might find something of interest.


I originally thought I would write something to thank the people who were responsible for the support of the entire trip. Grabber and I were sitting by the pool at Tom and Deb's house (everyone in California has a pool) when she turned to me and said “you really have nice friends”. After thinking about it, I couldn't come up with a reason why I had such great friends....( not fishing for a compliment here). So now I have to think about what worth I have that would keep these people close for all of those years. I have always considered myself to be a lone wolf, and yet if you think about it as long as you have one friend you are never truly alone. So I guess I'll have ponder this question, but the reality is it can only be answered by my friends.
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There comes a time in everyone's life when they take stock of the things that are important; sometimes it's early in life (if you are lucky) but most times it's later and you really can&#…

Auntie Mae

A few miles outside Montgomery, Alabama on the road to Selma is a old gas station with a small brick house next to it. Grabber, Pixie and I stopped for gas and to rest our okole's (that's butt for the non-Hawaiian) anyway once I finished fueling I noticed an old black women sitting in a rocker on the porch of the small brick house. I waved and said hello, she replied with hello I felt compelled to walk over and talk to her, so Grabber, Pixie and I walked over.I introduced all of us and she said her name was Maybelle Preston, but everyone just called her Auntie Mae. She said she was eighty five years old, as she put it: The good Lord has blessed me with eighty five years on this old earth”, but looked a lot older.As we sat there she talked about her life, she had six children two of which had died at an early age.The four remaining children lived up north one daughter and three boys. As she spoke of her kids you could see her face light up, she spoke of the good life that her c…


Well, it's official; everyone has a biker name. As you know, Peggy's is “Grabber” and mine is “Two Stop”, then there is Klaus. I have been calling him the ”The Hun”, but now he has earned the biker name of “PIXIE”. I more than likely won't go into details on how I got my biker name, but will go into great detail on “PIXIE” almost to (Ad nauseam). So how did Pixie get the name? I refer you to the picture below:In the real biker world, these are not riding boots, and if you look closely at the toes they kind of curl up.... These are the latest in Europe..... BUT you're not in Europe anymore(Dorothy).
He looks like a big genie riding a Harley. I did find two women in a small Texas town that thought they were cute (I rest my case). They remind me of the Arabian nights Genie, but I'll let you people make an input if you think these are real biker boots.BTW... we are currently in Van Horn ,TX a very small town and if you have nothing else to do with your life and fall o…

Just another public service

Ok, left louisania and ran hard into Texas we are spending the night in Eastland, TX at a Super 8..
I will be posting some longer inputs soon. So far the run has been under overcast skies which makes it easier on all of us... I'm hoping it stays the same....