04-08-2026, 07:32 AM
04-08-2026, 08:31 AM
Ha! That guy is far too distinguished than me, and a helluva lot younger too.
04-08-2026, 09:24 AM
I have never known, seen or heard about any better and more distinguished gentleman than our Gone‼️
04-08-2026, 09:26 AM
Thank you sir. I do try. But there are some rough edges here and there.
And I assure you that any level of sophistication or gentlemanliness is the machination of Mrs. G, who insists on proper decorum at all times.
You know, stuff like "let's eat with utensils, shall we" and whatever.
And I assure you that any level of sophistication or gentlemanliness is the machination of Mrs. G, who insists on proper decorum at all times.
You know, stuff like "let's eat with utensils, shall we" and whatever.
04-08-2026, 10:34 AM
I guess the takeaway here is to marry well. Not necessarily rich, but well.
Don't marry white trash thinking you can "fix it". You cannot, trust me, I've been there.
When you are on your way to Beaumont on a Thanksgiving morning because your brother-in-law called, the drug deal went bad, they stole his clothes, and he's hiding behind a dumpster at a Shell station, that long drive will give you a lot of time to think about your life choices.
Nothing about that atmosphere will generate a sense of being a distinguished gentleman, unless you consider showing your in-laws how to put on a tie for court appearances, or your own wedding.
Don't marry white trash thinking you can "fix it". You cannot, trust me, I've been there.
When you are on your way to Beaumont on a Thanksgiving morning because your brother-in-law called, the drug deal went bad, they stole his clothes, and he's hiding behind a dumpster at a Shell station, that long drive will give you a lot of time to think about your life choices.
Nothing about that atmosphere will generate a sense of being a distinguished gentleman, unless you consider showing your in-laws how to put on a tie for court appearances, or your own wedding.
04-08-2026, 10:48 AM
(04-08-2026, 09:26 AM)Gone in 60 Wrote: [ -> ]Thank you sir. I do try. But there are some rough edges here and there.
And I assure you that any level of sophistication or gentlemanliness is the machination of Mrs. G, who insists on proper decorum at all times.
You know, stuff like "let's eat with utensils, shall we" and whatever.
Now you have me thinking how boorishly I may have behaved when I visited! I hope I didn't offend Mrs. G's sensibilities. So the utensils weren't laid out for show only?
04-08-2026, 10:53 AM
Part of being a gentleman is to accept your guests and their decorum, or lack thereof, with quiet grace and dignity.
04-08-2026, 11:44 AM
(04-08-2026, 10:34 AM)Gone in 60 Wrote: [ -> ]I guess the takeaway here is to marry well. Not necessarily rich, but well.
Don't marry white trash thinking you can "fix it". You cannot, trust me, I've been there.
When you are on your way to Beaumont on a Thanksgiving morning because your brother-in-law called, the drug deal went bad, they stole his clothes, and he's hiding behind a dumpster at a Shell station, that long drive will give you a lot of time to think about your life choices.
Nothing about that atmosphere will generate a sense of being a distinguished gentleman, unless you consider showing your in-laws how to put on a tie for court appearances, or your own wedding.
As someone planning to pop the question within the next year, I thank thee for the advice

04-08-2026, 02:52 PM
I'm here to help.
Need to bail out one of her family members to attend the wedding? Warning sign.
Can't send an invitation to one particular uncle because you don't know where he parked his van this week? Warning sign.
Need to lend out half of your closet to your future in-laws so they have something to wear to the wedding besides shorts and t-shirts? Warning sign.
Oh, and congratulations.
I remember popping the question to Mrs. G. Went to show her dad the ring earlier that day and to get his permission, which was already implied, but still nice. I rebuilt the brakes on his Cutlass and fixed their stove and plumbing, so how was he going to do better than me?
He had some formal questions before approving.
- Confirmation that I had a job
- Confirmation that I had never been to jail
- Confirmation that I didn't have kids or a second wife stashed somewher that he didn't know about.
Need to bail out one of her family members to attend the wedding? Warning sign.
Can't send an invitation to one particular uncle because you don't know where he parked his van this week? Warning sign.
Need to lend out half of your closet to your future in-laws so they have something to wear to the wedding besides shorts and t-shirts? Warning sign.
Oh, and congratulations.
I remember popping the question to Mrs. G. Went to show her dad the ring earlier that day and to get his permission, which was already implied, but still nice. I rebuilt the brakes on his Cutlass and fixed their stove and plumbing, so how was he going to do better than me?
He had some formal questions before approving.
- Confirmation that I had a job
- Confirmation that I had never been to jail
- Confirmation that I didn't have kids or a second wife stashed somewher that he didn't know about.
04-09-2026, 09:10 AM
Hey, thank you very much to LucienLeFranc for your donation! You guys continue to amaze me with your generosity and support. It's very much appreciated.
This is truly the best group of motorcycle guys on the 'net. Thank you, sir!
And hey, LucienLeFranc and Pdedse, you both should team up and ride the Portland DGR. If I've only seen one other CB1100 in my years of participating, you'd both be stand-outs on yours. I'll bet you both clean up nice, too! Pdedse, you're a teacher, you probably have a tweed jacket in the closet somewhere...
This is truly the best group of motorcycle guys on the 'net. Thank you, sir!
And hey, LucienLeFranc and Pdedse, you both should team up and ride the Portland DGR. If I've only seen one other CB1100 in my years of participating, you'd both be stand-outs on yours. I'll bet you both clean up nice, too! Pdedse, you're a teacher, you probably have a tweed jacket in the closet somewhere...