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The Castle Technical makes a political endorsement...

The Technical has come out in favor of Congressman Jerry Moran for the Kansas Senate seat being vacated by Sam Brownback as Brownback vies to live in Topeka in the Governor's Mansion.

Congressman Moran heads back to the jeep after picking up an errant baby toy lost by a constituent...

To demonstrate her support, she compelled SWWBO and I to trailer her 160-odd miles to Peabody, Kansas, and the state's largest Victory Parade, where she proudly wore Moran signage and provided a seat for the Congressman to leap from to go shake hands (or poke good-natured fun at K-State fans).  Also riding in her yesterday was Mr. Norman Staab, long a stalwart of this region of Kansas, an Army veteran of WWII and former National Commander of the VFW.

Left to right - Congressman Moran, Mr. Norm Staab, and the Armorer.

The Armorer particularly enjoyed chatting with Norm prior to hitting the SP* as Norm is the first veteran the Armorer has met who served in the same places in Germany the Armorer did - only about 30 years earlier.  From comparing notes, I can conclusively say that except for the fact that Pinder Kaserne was occupied by the 1st Armored Divarty instead of the 16th Infantry - not much had changed at Pinder in the intervening decades...

Prior to the parade, downtown Peabody was over-run by Immigration Agents er, re-enactors portraying German soldiers and Paratroopers and the Maquis as some Normandy street fighting was portrayed in living color with loud blanks.  Blood didn't run in the streets, but there was a rumor of a cracked window from a bouncing grenade.

The Castle Technical moves out with Congressman Moran, Mr. Norm Staab, and her crew.

It was a good day for a happy Technical.  She got to see a lot of Kansas she hadn't visited before (Peabody is a very classic small-town 'Murica kind of place - with people working hard to keep her that way) and got in about an hour of run-time in 88-degree humid heat - with no overheating problems of her own. She tootled all about town drinking in the admiring looks (and some naked lust) as she was the only girl who brought a machinegun to the Ball...  She participated in a parade that was over-run with candidates for office out shaking hands and kissing babies (the Democrat candidates were not much in evidence), the high school band, classic cars, local first responders - a Norman Rockwell kind of day.



We also found out the Technical is a Cougar with a taste for a man in uniform...  She was all over this much younger feller and the two were just sickeningly sappy around each other...

All in all, a good day in small town 'Murica.  No place I'd rather be.

*SP= Start Point.  H/t SWWBO for all the pics.

5 Comments

Seems my tutoring has been paying off for the Technical.... RRRAAWWRR COUGAR!

 
Not a very standard issue roll bar on that young technical.  Sorta rakes the fun out of cross country ya think.
 
Something about the pictures there, the German uniforms, makes me think they might be slightly important to remember....  I recall seeing something that looked familiar in a post somewhere I just read....

Heh, looks like you had a great time John, I'm going to have to make it to an event you take The Techinal to one of these days.
 
Phillip,
     That's what we thought when our M151's had the ROPS installed (Roll Over Protective System - funny looking roll bar) Now instead of just stopping and stepping out of the jeep, we had to stop, release the three-point seat belt (with the low-budget buckles), release the netting side curtains, climb out past the roll bar, find the chock block, stick it under the wheel, and look for the rifle, since the roll bar eliminated the rifle mount. In the few M151 rollovers I've seen, everybody lucked out and the radio antenna mast stayed up and acted as a roll bar. Too many people tried to drive tham past their cornering limits, so the safety people gave us the ROPS.   
 
I think the next performance event for the Technical will be the 4th of July Parade in Leavenworth.