As some of you know the wife and I went to Kansas City for the weekend with a couple of our friends. We stayed at a 5 star Hotel and ate and some of the finest dining establishments. It was a good time all around, until the wheel weight bug bit me. I was fueling up our SUV at one of the filling stations and happen to look down and all around the gas pump the ground is littered with wheel weights.
I just couldn't help myself. If you can imagine the horror on my pore wife's face as I am in nice clothes with a nice coat picking up wheel weights and shoving them into the pockets of my London Fog coat, as she is sitting in the vehicle with our friends. I must have picked up between 5 and 7 lbs of the little gems, and when I got back in the vehicle my pockets clanged and banged against the console and the door. If looks could kill, I would be dead now. That is the first time the wife has ever gotten irritated at me over my boolit casting hobby. She just didn't understand that I was unable to resist picking up those wheel weights. It is an addiction, and I guess I have it bad.
Best wishes from the Boer Ranch,
Joe