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Paying Tribute To Dead Relatives With Suspension Lift Kits

What do us right-minded conservatives andlife into me. And think of the farts! Too
those Beaujolais-drinking,indignant.
terrorist-appeasing, Yalta-forfeiting
liberals have in common? We're all going toAfter the cremation, I got down to business
die sooner or later. Showing respect for theresearching the different suspension lift
dead can come in many forms, but I've figuredkits on the market. I looked into Fabtech,
out how I'm going to pay homage to my kithSuperlift, Trailmaster and Rancho, but I was
and kin. I'm going to immortalize them byweirdly drawn to the Skyjacker lift kits.
lifting  my  Silverado.It's hard to explain, but I could almost see
my dad's smiling face in the profile of the
Ben Franklin, that crusty old crawdad ofcast iron steering knuckles. The connection I
American Democracy, may have been bright, butfelt was so strong that I even tried to get
does that mean that his maxim about death andin touch with someone over at Skyjacker about
taxes is unquestionable? Not entirely. Groverhaving some of my father's remains injected
Norquist and the other patriots down at theinto the Platinum 9000 Shocks I was going to
Americans for Tax Reform offices are hard atget. No one seemed to take me seriously. It's
work doing away with the tyranny of the IRS.probably for the best, though. Who knows what
However, not even the tag team efforts ofkind of havoc those little bits of bones
Newt Gingrich and Leo Strauss could eliminatemight  reek  on  the  wafer  valving.
the natural act of bucket kicking. Faced with
the unavoidable specter of death, theThe installation took a couple of days, but
question that all of us must ask ourselves isthat's because I was trying to work as
how should we mourn the passing of our lovedreverentially as possible. For the finishing
ones? Crying is unavoidable at first. I'm nottouch, I broke out my Dremel and etched my
ashamed to admit that I bawled an oil-drum'sdad's name, Ralph, into the crossmember. He'd
worth of tears the day that the Gipper lefthave been damn proud. And on the maiden
us for that big movie set in the sky. Butvoyage, I drove my mobile memorial over to
what  comes  next?the lakefront promenade for a couple of laps.
Thanks to the 5" of extra ground clearance,
When my father passed, I couldn't get out ofhopping the parking lot curb was child's
bed for three days. I just laid on my sideplay. Even on the stairs leading down to the
sobbing and my only nourishment came fromwalkway, the shocks didn't fade or foam out.
Nutella and Gatorade. One idea kept runningIt was like dad's spirit was buttressing my
through my mind as I was holed up-I couldn'tevery  maneuver.
let my pa be forgotten. When I re-emerged, I
knew exactly what I could do to immortalizeI am a man who thrives on tradition, and I
my old man. I would lift my rig in his honor.plan on championing this new custom. For
Sure, I could have donated a marble bench inexample, I really could use some steering
his honor down along the lakefront promenadestabilizers and a set of desert tires, and I
where he used to love to stroll. But Ihave a couple of ill aunts out on the East
couldn't stomach the idea of all thoseCoast who I'm sure would appreciate being
strangers plopping their rears down on thevenerated in my chassis. Everyone wins.
everlasting memorial to the man who breathed



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