A Buddhist riddle. If you win you get a prize.

I'd say a Hummer. After all those years of solitude, I imagine he would appreciate it.

Squinney, that was very good, but it is not the answer.

1979 Chevrolet Cavalier?

No, that isn't it Gustav, but could you explain your answer? Cavalier as in laid back?

Cavalier does not, in the United States, either evoke an image of a supporter of the Stuart monarchy, nor someone of a high-handed nature . . . it is the name for a model of automobile produced in large numbers by General Motors, and sold cheaply.

I'd say a jeep, but then, i think everyone should drive a lowly, humble jeep, with as few "options" as possible . . .

Turtlette - Gus, is just trying to pawn that clunker off on anyone that passes. he got caught with it years ago in a poker game. That's the same game in which he lost his favorite mule. He misses her something awful.

How 'bout a Lumina? Would that suffice?

Setanta, no dice with the jeep. ;-)

Squinney, damn good answer, but not the one I have in mind.

Keep trying folks.

Gustav, is what Squinney said true? What about your big red tractor?

Care for some grey poupon, Hmm?

turtlette - It sounds like seventy-year-old Kalu Rinpoche of Tibet
has already reached his destination.

Yeah!

Yeah, you're right, codeborg!




So... can I have his behicle?

A Mahayana.......see:-

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1326339#1326339

I think the Tibetan is a vehicle unto himself and the question is moot.

He 'd probably rather have a really good hooker.

dodge omni?

Yes, he has reached his destination, but how will he get around where he is?

As far as hookers go, once I reveal the vehicle, you'll all be hooked! What a keeper, can't wait to show you.

Yitwail, that was clever but not correct.

Lord Helpus, again, I am sorry.

I will give you folks a hint. There is a very famous song that goes along with the vehicle. Anyone over the age of 20 that grew up in America would be familiar with this tune. There will be a sing-a-long when the answer is revealed.

Turtlette this is great, you bring a fan club with you.


I am reading a book by Mark Epstein called Thoughts without a thinker, which is about psychotherapy from a Buddhist perspective.
:wink:

A Llama heard an unbelievable noise coming from behind a door at the monastery.


It was the most unusual noise he had ever heard in his life. He approached a monk standing outside and asked him what was making the noise from behind the door.


The monk told him that it was a secret among the monks and only monks could know what amazing car the noise was coming from. The man hung his head and left. A year later he returned to the monastery because it had been bugging him like crazy. He was so drawn to the noise that he would do anything to know what the strange sound was.

He approached the head monk and asked him how to become a monk. The monk told him that he could become a monk only if he traveled the world and counted every single blade of grass and every stem of every plant.


Eight years later the man returned. Once again he could hear the noise coming from behind a door at the monastery. He approached the head monk and told him exactly how many blades of grass and how many plant stems were in the world. With a smile, the head monk agreed to let the man become a monk. They performed a brief ceremony and the man became one of the monks.


The man was overjoyed as he was finally about to find out what was behind the door after all these years. As he approached the door he could hear the strange noise getting louder. One of the monks handed him a key and he excitedly unlocked the door.


To his surprise there was another door behind it. The strange noise was even louder now. The man demanded the key to the next door as his heart was now pounding with excitement. A different monk retrieved the key for the second door and he unlocked it.


To his surprise there was yet another door behind that one. The Llama was now getting very irritated as he demanded another key.


One of the monks went out and got the key for him. When he unlocked the door there was yet another set of doors.


The Llamawas about to lose his mind as he frantically kept unlocking doors time after time. Each time the magnificent noise was getting louder and more clear from behind the doors.



This went on for twelve hours but the man never flinched as he kept unlocking the doors and lunging forward towards the harmonious peaceful noise.



FINALLY, after he was absolutely exhausted, the Llama came to a very unusual set of doors. With a final effort he unlocked them and got to see the car behind the doors making the beautiful sound.

It was a ....











^ * $ # @8 ^ %

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(Sorry, this was edited by the monks. Only Monks are allowed to know what car made the noise.) But then, you knew that, didn't you.

Tryagain! Don't move a muscle! Your about to hit the

big 1300 post mark!


Don't be nervous, it happens to everyone, eventually. Your not alone, I have your bumper covered.


Btw, are you serious about the car story being in that book. I've never read that book, something tells me I don't have to!

But, just for---> I think I will pick it up at one of my favorite bookstores. Should I go to the bookstore that starts with the letter 'J' or the letter 'A'?
The one with the letter 'J' is in a town I love, (not to mention it has an awesome childrens section )

The one with the letter 'A' has a working fireplace, one can sit in front of it with a good book, if one choses.

Decisions decisions.

Li'l Turtle wrote, "big 1300 post mark!"

There you go again with the ?'Mark' already. Always with the Mark.

There once was a pirate called Mark,
Who was eaten by a shark,
He went for a dive,
And was eaten alive,
Sod this for a lark,
He was heard to hark,
What a way to leave a mark.

"Btw, are you serious about the car story being in that book. I've never read that book, something tells me I don't have to!"

Listen to those voices.

"I have your bumper covered."

I haven't thought about fender skirts in years ...
I considered it such a funny term. Made me think of a car in a dress. Thinking about fender skirts started me thinking about other words that quietly disappear from our language with hardly a notice.

Like "curb feelers" and "steering knobs." Since I'd been thinking of cars, my mind naturally went that direction first. Remember "Continental kits?" They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car as cool as a Lincoln Continental.

When did we quit calling them "emergency brakes?" At some point "parking brake" became the proper term. Nevertheless, I miss the hint of drama that went with "emergency brake."
I'm sad, too, that the accelerator is no longer called the "foot feed."



My Old Dodge Woodie

My old Dodge woodie is but a dream
most car lovers can never fulfill.
It has a heart and soul, you see,
and I know that it always will.

It's made of oak and maple, and more,
and a ton and a half of steel.
A thing you can always appreciate
when you actually take the wheel.

It has an enduring heartbeat;
You can feel the engine throb.
The beauty of the animal is,
she'll go out and do the job!

Whenever you get the urge to go,
You can depend on her to perform.
She'll get you there and back again,
In the sun, the rain, or the storm.

Yes, there's something about a Woodie
That makes your old heart pound.
If they're ever outlawed from the road,
Don't expect me to stay around!

?- Blaine E. Sowers

toward the Chevy Impala

not a single blade of grass

was moved by the Plymouth Breeze,

and yet he saw the Subaru Forest (er)

in spite of all the trees.