Wednesday, April 17, 2019

More Prizes for the Lloyd's Rides 2019 Raffle

Landis Wash & Lube - 746 South Broad Street-Lititz,PA
Car Wash, Oil Changes & Detailing Services

 1.Gift Certificate for: one Full Service Oil Change. Fluids Check, Tire Pressure Check & 4 Exterior Car Washes
 2. Gift Card    $20.00
 3. Gift Card    $20.00
 4. Gift Card    $20.00

Thank you, Tim & Ami Landis - www.landiswashandlube.com

Monday, April 15, 2019

Lloyd's Rides 2019 Raffle

Vagabonds Lancaster, PA   E Pete show is the first one I attended 3 years ago. It starts the season. I set up for free for my Charity, they like saving the lives of Veterans and First Responders.

2019 Raffle starts at E Pete Show, May 4, 2019.

One Ticket $2.00 each ticket. 14 tickets for $5.00 just sign name and phone number, on stub, put stub in jar.

Last Show of season, Manheim Square Cruise-in. You need not be there to get prize, but those that attend the drawing get to pick their prize. Drawing one hour before end of show.

    1. VR Shinecon Virtual Reality Glasses | value  $149 | Donors: Randy & Mary

    2. HP 12c Platinum Calculator with case & Booklet | value $80 | Donors: Randy & Mary

    3. Craftsman pliers, 7-in Diagonal; 6-3/4 Arch Joint; 8" long, long nose pliers, Lifetime guarantee          value $36 | Donors: Randy & Mary

    4. Tactical Flashlight | value $32 | Donors: Randy & Mary

    5. Woodland Creek 2- Super Bright LED zoom Flashlights, one small, one large Camouflage barrels, adjustable light patterns | value $48 | Donors: Randy & Mary

    6.  A&M Pizza - 39 Market Square - Manheim, PA 17545 Second year donor
         value $20 | Donor:  A&M (Jose)

    7. Two Cousins Pizza (Manheim) 171 Doe Run Rd. - Manheim, PA 17545 (expires 3/14/20  )
        value $20

   8. Knight & Day Diner - 3140Lititz Pk. - Lititz, PA 17543 | value $30

   9. www. bombergers.com - Hardware & Ace Rents | value $20 | Donor: Dori

 10. www. bombergers.com - Hardware & Ace Rents | value $20 | Donor: Dori

Check this page every week, more prizes coming. Max. 2 prizes per person at drawing time!

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Lies!!

  I have lied a lot in my almost 71 years on this planet. It started when I was 8 years old. The lady next door was a widow. Her husband died, I don't remember him. He died of TB. Laura Schopf was a fantastic painter. Her husband painted all the ads for Armstrong Flooring advertisements. They would take a picture of the new flooring, he would paint a portrait that went into a magazine. When Dick my older brother started full-time work,  and got a girlfriend, I got Mrs. Schopf 's yard mowing and snow shoveling duties. Every time I mowed the yard or shoveled snow she paid me. Mom watched out for Mrs. Schopf. She told her to pay me 50 cents for cutting grass or shoveling snow. I would help her for free, but she insisted she pay me something. Later on she had money problems. One time she came out while I was shoveling the steps and small porch at the back door. She handed me one dime. It was the first AH HA moment for me, at age 12. More would come. Mrs. Schopf said I have little money this month, I am Sorry. I told her, she gave Mom many pictures, do not worry! I did not really lie, I needed the money too. I realized all people have problems. 

 Finally she got the ok from the bank to not pay in, they would give her money every month while she still owned the property. She could pull out the money she had invested in the house since her Husband died, and live like everyone else. My younger brother Mike took over the grass & snow work, when I started working full time. When I had my own Electrical Business I was down at Mom's fixing something electric. She asked me to go over to Mrs. Schopf's, she wanted a grab handle on her tub, she got some prices, but they were too high for her to pay. I went over and looked at it. I had my service truck there, I went to my truck, I had 2 flanges left from a job. I had 1/2 inch water pipe from a job, just the right length. I put it together, and fastened it for her. She was grateful, she asked how much do I owe you. I told her nothing, she felt hurt I would not take $10.00. I told her the family rate was $1.00 per job. I wrote a bill for $1.00. I told her if someone pays at least a dollar, my insurance will cover me if anything happens. That lie will he used a lot, Later!!

   Mrs. Schopf fell about 10 years after I installed the railing. Mom called her every day. Sometimes afternoon or right before bedtime. Several times she did not answer, I guess her hearing was not too good. In her late 80's. When Mon could not reach her the next morning, she called the Manheim Township Police. They broke in, found her in the bathroom, naked on the floor. She died 2 days later in the hospital, laying naked in a house, even heated is terrible. At least I knew I gave her 10 years before she died. I did a lot of dumb things in my life. Every once in a while I do a good deed? The older I get, the more good deeds I do. We just spent $10,000 for a new shower stall ledge that is only 1/2 inches high. Mary is preparing for me to be in a wheel chair. Of course I will have a Harley Davidson three wheel power chair with 100 horsepower. HEY, I can DREAM!!

  In the 15 years I was in business I got a lot of calls from widow's in Manheim. The lie was I had brand new light bulbs left over from a job, I already got paid for the bulbs.  My install bill was $ 5.00 per hour. Regular jobs were $25.00 hour. Every widow job was no more than 1 hour, it doesn't matter how long it was.

They are right, tough guys with a big heart do settle down when needed. Dan Blocker was Hoss on the tv show Bonanza. His birth name on the show was Eric. Hoss was mountain man slang for a Big Man with a BIG HEART. Mary knows if she does not put HOSS in my obituary, 9/10 of the Susquehanna Valley will not know Randy Caldwell is Hoss.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Like Father, Like Son!!

  In November 2002, to not get rearended and squashed between a pickup and another car, I gunned my bike, and accelerated into the middle lane just over a small hill. The truck I was told, stopped about 2 feet from the back end of the car I was behind. They would have killed me. When I swerved to get in the middle lane, then hit the brakes to stop, my bike high sided and threw me off. The police report said I was 30 feet from the bike, luckily enough people stopped so no one ran over me.  I hit on my left side. I hit a glancing blow with the left side of my helmet. Photo of my helmet in pages back several pages. It was a glanching blow. That is the only reason I did not break my neck. My left shoulder hit next, then my left knee. There is a 4 square inch hole in the left side of my helmet. When my brain smashed into my skull, it damaged my short term memory. Also I have inner ear damage, when my eyes are closed, I cannot control if I am standing straight. The jerk that caused the accident left. Never caught. The next day when I was awake, I forgive them. They panicked and left, thinking I was dead. I beat death again!! Eight days later I rode the iron horse again, and still do. If it does not kill you, it makes you tougher, life is not easy, only the strong survive.

  Three years  ago we adopted Sophie, Beagle-Collie, for : lloydsrides.org : One and one half years ago we adopted Buddy Hollie, a shitzu. Yes, he lets us presents on the carpet, that is why they are called a shitzu! Last Tuesday we noticed buddy was tilting his head, and his eyes kept moving left and right. He had trouble walking with his back legs. His back end would wobble, and he would fall hind end first. Mary and I married 47 years. We both 70, fixed income. But this is a family member. We saw the Doctor twice. Close to $400. Buddy had a mini-stroke in his inner ear. That is same problem I have. I had my left shoulder and left knee replaced from the accident. I had to pay what my insurance co-pay did not pay. I got nothing for my damage, never found the jerk. I am now on medication to help with my balance. I take more meds to supply more blood for the damaged  short memory left brain damage.
  
  If I held a grudge, it would hurt me, not the jerk. That person must live with severely damaging and almost killing another person and running away, it has changed my life. Yes, it made more happy with my life. I survived again. My 4 grandchildren have their  BAA-BAA to SPOIL them ROTTEN! Mary still has me to yell at when I do something dumb. My computer Queen has to answer my dumb questions. My medicine for short term memory helps, it takes a couple minutes of thinking, but about 75% of the time I can remember what I wanted. The medicine for balance helps slowly. The other week at Church I picked up a cup full of coffee off the counter, lost my balance and spilled it all over the counter. They cleaned it up. I have not got a coffee in the last 3 weeks, there!!

  Like Father, LIKE daughter and sons. Our 3 kids are all working in great places. Our Daughter works helping paraplegic patients in their homes. Our second born, our son, just got his Doctorate for child Autism, he works from home, for an Autism think tank. Our last born, a son, works at UCLA Ronald Reagan Hospital in Los Angeles in the Clergy Department. Last Christmas he face-timed with Mary  on Christmas Day. Mary asked him what they did do Christmas Day. It was 10 degrees here. He said June-Bug his beagle and he were at the beach, but it was 80 degrees, they did not stay long. Mary told me I was right, Jeff and June-Bug will not move back to Pennsylvania, it never snows, or rains in southern California like the song says.

  I am sorry if I made any grammar mistakes. I am manic- depressive, have ADHD and several other weird diseases. Mary is going to donate my body to science when I die. She was a Charge Registered Nurse 52 years. She said with my weird brain, studying why I have all these things might make finding something to help others that they may not have to deal with what my brain does. My mind goes 100,000,000 miles per second.

  Mary was delivering babies when we got married in 1972.  1 1/2 years ago she quit as night Charge RN at a retirement home. An RN must pronounce people dead, call the funeral home, do the paper work and help load the cadaver in the gray Astro van. We bought a gray Astro Van in 2010 from the local Chevy dealer. When we did the paper work I saw it was traded by Buch Funeral Home, Manheim. I told Mary who had it. The first thing she said, I put a lot of dead people in this van. Luckily she did not have a problem with a van used for the person's second to last ride. She puts up with me, THAT is more scary for her.  LOL

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Horsepower College 2

More horsepower is great, demanding,adrenaline inducing,and a killer. I always thought someone was stealing my horsepower. I had to keep tapping the gas pedal to make sure it is still there. Yes, I am an adrenaline junkie! I am 70, I still like driving fast. But I try hard to stay to stay what the speed sign says. In spring I was caught for 5 miles over the speed limit going down hill. $151.00 fine, no points. Now I use the brake going down hills, staying legal.

My motorcycle is harder to stay at the speed limit. I feel 18, and nothing can hurt me again. Then I remember laying in the middle lane of Route 501, in and out of consciousness. I looked in the face of an angel that was holding my head between her knees. I asked is this a dream? She said no hun, you will realize it is not a dream tomorrow when the pain killers were off.  Yes I really remember the next day when the pain killers wore off. It hurt to breathe!

Friday, February 1, 2019

Bouncer Hoss

Where Manheim Pike and Fruitville Pike meet is an old mansion that was for years a place where males from 6 to 16 years old were placed instead of jail. They went to Manheim Township schools and had to be at the mansion if not at school or work. When I was in 6th grade we had two boys that lived there.

Right before I turned 21, it was changed over to a night club called Little Caesars Night Club. They got live bands every night. Mostly from New York and New Jersey. As soon as I was 21, I started going there.

Nate was the bouncer at The Old Colony Inn when I saw him for the first time. He soon was the Head Bouncer at Little Caesars. I started attending Little Caesars because it was a straight run down Fruitville Pk, about 1 mile to my house. Less chance of cops and getting arrested for drunk driving.

Nate knew me as Hoss, like everyone else. One night he was not feeling good and asked me to take his place for a while. I said sure. Nate said when I filled in for him I'd get whatever drink I want for free.

I took shifts about 1/2 hours for every time I was in the Club. Nate was a ladies' man. He would meet the customers, single ladies of course.

One night Nate was back, but asked me to stay on for a few minutes, lots of people coming in. I said no problem. My racing mechanic, Bob's younger sister was in line for a check of her driving license. It has your birth date on it. She was on Nate's line. She looked at me, when she came to Nate, I said, she is my little sister, she is OK. She was really my racing mechanic Bob's little sister. I knew she was only 2 months from her 21st birthday.

Another time I  was checking cards, an older lady and her son came in. She said, do you have your drivers license, he just turned 21. He had it, he stepped aside, and his mom said do I need to show my drivers license, I said yes, such a pretty young lady as you cannot be 21. She reached in her pocket book and showed me her license. She was 42. She gave me a hug, and said thank you young man.

Nate had just came back and heard what was going on. He said, she will be back many times, we both laughed.

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Failure!!

I am 70, I have failed thousands of times! A wiser man than I once said, "Either I win, or I learn!" I have felt that way all my life. Thomas Edison failed a LOT while inventing the electric light bulb. I remember a cartoon of Tom Edison looking out the window of his laboratory, on the second floor. and the pile of failures higher than his second floor window. His assistant came in the door and said something like, "No luck yet, Mr. Edison?" His assistant knew he would never,ever quit! His mother needed an operation to save her life and the kerosene lights did not give enough light to operate at night.

My first crusade was bringing troubled teens to Christ about 28 years ago. I was the maintenance department at Oasis Youth Services in Manheim, PA. It was started by Manheim Churches. Many people asked why I was helping Pastor Jim. They said a lot of teen hoods hung out there. DOH! Those same people think why should we help kids not get into a life of crime. It is way cheaper to train teens than to wait until they commit big crimes and put them in jail. 

Mary and I took our three kids to whatever program they wanted to get in. Girl or Boy Scouts, soccer, baseball, basketball. I pulled the kids every year for Manheim parades, for 15 years. I used my service truck. I was an electrical contractor. Burned out 3 clutches over the years. We took the kids to scout camp when the astronauts were there. We camped in the woods, it was 100 degrees in the shade. We help the grandchildren too. Mary is now helping our granddaughter learn parallel parking so she can get her driving license. The second granddaughter will be there in about 2 years. The 8 year old grandson, we get a break for 8 years. LOL

Failure is a great humbler. The first wheelie I did with my first motorcycle, I started on my bicycle at 12  years of age, I was arrested on my Honda 90 for disorderly conduct on a motorcycle. $35 fine. McDonald's was a hangout, and everyone loved to drive under the golden arches. I did a giant wheelie thru the golden arches.

I failed with Mary, I was too pushy because I told her we would get married and have three kids. She freaked out and broke up with me. Eight months later she came back. I know I grow on people. Like a bad rash, I am hard to get rid of. May 20, 2019 we celebrate 47 years of wedded bliss. Change that to Mary putting up with me!

Mary and I both told our kids they can be anything  they want. Laura born 1973, works with paraplegic individuals, she followed Mary into nursing. Tim born 1979, is a Doctor of Childhood Sociology, Autism, for a big firm near Philly. He works out of his home. Jeff born 1983 works at LA Ronald Reagan Hospital, in the Clergy Department. Jeff is  Jeffery Lloyd Caldwell, named after my Father, Lloyd Sylvester Caldwell. I am so glad Lloyd got to hold his Grandson/namesake before he died in 1983. He had high blood pressure all his life.

I have it too. Mary got me on blood pressure pills in 1973. I am jealous of the people who die slowly and can visit their families as they are dying, can say goodbye, and I LOVE YOU. Lloyd had the main blood vessel that feeds the brain stem explode at 9:00 PM on a snowy night. About 3 weeks before he died I hugged him, picked him off the floor and said I LOVE YOU. When we got to the hospital his brain stem had already died. The emergency room Doctor remembered me from one of my failures on the motorcycle. He said the man you know as your father is gone. How long do you want his body to suffer? The brain stem is the man you know and loved, now he is gone. My mom Edith was in no shape to decide, we 3 brothers said let him go in peace.

I am 6'2" , I  was strong physically all my life. All my life I teared up at sad movies and TV. I was terribly mad at GOD for taking Lloyd. He was the first family person I lost. I did not talk to GOD for six months. My greatest failure. 

If your kids fail, recite to them "I win or I learn". They will realize life is a learning experience, and learn to no matter how often they fail, as long as they are still breathing, they have another chance to try; NO, MAKE THAT DO!!

My motto for lloydsrides.org is "I will never, ever, never quit until the tally is Every 24 hrs 0 PTSD Suicides!! Our brave heroes must not die by their own hands."  SEE lloydsrides.org

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Fly Over?

There was a road behind Millersville College that if you hit the first peak around 60 miles per hour, you would fly to the second hill, jumping about 60 feet. All the local bikers knew about the thrill of jumping there. Weekends the police would hide during the daytime to catch us. At night it was easy to jump and get away.

I mentioned to a group of fellow bikers about jumping about 4 or 5 in the morning. Only one officer was cruising that late. There were no houses close so if we jumped and took off it was easy to not get caught. We worked out a plan. I was best at jumping, if you pulled up on the handle bars you got higher. I always pulled up when I would pull wheelies, you got more straight up.

We would go at first light.The guys said about 5 guys would take pictures. Both sides of the jump and landing spot. I of course, my bi-polar brain always going a million miles a second, said, "How about one guy lying in the low spot in the middle and snapping a picture as I jump over him". They said a big YES!!

We used two more guys to watch any cars getting in the way, or if I crashed they would prevent me or the guy lying on his back in the middle of the road from getting run over. Now I had an inkling of what Evil Knievel felt before his many over 100 foot leaps.

Finally THE Saturday morning arrived. Bob tuned up the "Quarter Hawg" so it ran good. I prayed GOD let me do this and live. I did not know HE had many better uses of my talents later in life. We stayed up all night, caffeine and nicotine kept us going. About 10 bikers converged on the road. A couple rode around checking for the nightly patrol. No cruisers within several miles, it was a go. I do not remember who was there, but the volunteer that would lie in the road, I told him to take lots of pictures.

He laid down on the road, the side bikers took position in the middle of where I would fly. In Glen Moore Circle was a hill with a manhole cover. You must hit about 50 miles per hour and you would fly about 30 feet, the hill went down the other side, it was a hard landing, and fork dampers and good shocks were years away.

That is why Evel Knievel crashed so much. But like a dedicated biker he kept jumping. I think he had 7 or 8 crashes over nearly 300 jumps. But the misses are very painful. I was 18, nothing can happen to me??

The lookouts signal was GO, I revved the tac to 10,000 RPMS, and dumped the clutch, my tires screamed. We glued the tires to the rims, soft rubber gave good traction, but slid the tire about 1/8 of an inch each takeoff if tire not glued. Yes in 1966 there were only tube tires. The tire moved and pulled the valve stem out. A flat at 80 MPH meant instant road rash.

I did not look at the speedometer, I knew how fast I was going by the tac as I went thru 1st, 2nd,then 3rd gear. I figure I was going over 60 MPH, Evel did well over 100 MPH, and his takeoff ramp threw him VERY high. I saw the last guy standing at the takeoff point. He would point at the guy on his back when to start hitting the button. His camera would take multiple pictures.

The guys on the sides started taking pictures when I took off. I remember the feeling on takeoff. Yes, I am an adrenaline freak! I do not remember flying, but the landing was hard. There was only about 3 inches of rebound in bikes then! I do not know what happened to the pictures. Maybe some old guy somewhere is telling his great grand children, this is Hoss, a real dare devil. This is the worst life risking stunt I did so far.

Please do not tell Mary, she would say, I believe it. Almost 47 years nothing I did or do stuns her. Lloyd, my dad, raced the train to the crossing, the train ripped the tire and back bumper off his model T. That same model T they used to drive across the iced river in York,. Whoever did not break the ice and fall in, car and driver won. Guess where I got my craziness from??


Yes, GOD had better plans for me. Marry Mary, have 3 great kids, we lost one at 2 months in the womb. Help all three with education and 2 get houses, so far.  I think of all idiot stuff I did. THANK YOU GOD!



Wednesday, December 5, 2018

It's a Man's World??

Since the beginning of recorded history, females have been placed as second class citizens in history by the dominant males. We men are larger, stronger, and (smarter) than females. (Smarter)?? We think so. Yes, we are larger, stronger, but far from smarter. We men start wars, take what we feel is ours, whether it is ours or not. Most terrible criminals are men, remember females have 1/2 of the male in their makeup. Some females have more male than female in them and are as bad as us men.

Mary my wife of almost 47 years has been the boss of me since we decided to get married in 1972. Because of her controlling our money, getting pregnant 4 times, she wanted 4 kids, but we lost one in the second month and making good judgments we have had a great life together.  I always took no crap off any man. Like the song, the bad guys knew me and left me alone. But the females I never said a bad word to. We are not rich, but live comfortable because Mary keeps the finances, and makes all the decisions.

We give a lot of money all our life to help others. Our donations lifetime about $20,000. We helped our 3 children get good  learning, getting their own house, and getting great jobs. Mary went to Nursing School before we met. I learned Electrical work, classes and on the job. I always made more money than Mary until about 2000. She finally started getting the  good wages ladies deserved, because there was a shortage of Nurses.

When I retired, 10 years ago, Mary was making about 30% more per hour than I was. Did I feel threatened, NO! She continued working till she was 69 years of age. January 2018 she quit working all together, 52 years as an RN charge nurse.

In 1972 when we married she was delivering babies. 2018 when she retired at the retirement home she pronounced people dead and helped load them in the silver Astro van from the undertaker. The same van we bought from the Chevy dealer as a used van!

I worked 2 jobs when younger for 15 years. Mary worked 2 or 3 jobs when we needed it. Our 3 kids started working, Laura at 14, Tim at 16, Jeff at 16. Now Laura followed Mary into Nursing, she helps para-pleasic  bound people in their homes. Tim will be a Doctor of childhood autism soon. He works from home, and teaches the parents and teachers how to deal with the autism children. Doctor Tim. Jeff works in California at UCLA Ronald Reagan Hospital in Los Angeles. He is working toward teaching the new Pastors in the Clergy department. Doctor Jeff? People tell me I must be smart and passed it to my kids. I answer, luckily they got the great genes from Mary for smartness! The ability to never, ever give up comes from me!!

Many years ago, Randy, I don't remember his last name, why I remember his first name, I don't know LOL. Wrote and sang a song condemning short people, and people were up in arms. If you really listened to the lyrics, the last stanza, it finished with, short people are just like you and me!! He is sarcastic like me. I hope you understand this RANT!

randysravings was Marcy's idea. She knew me about six months, said I need a place to blow off steam. Another very smart lady. Thank you Marcy! When Mary can't stand me any more, she says get your motorcycle and ride, she knows that is my release.

Bob got me a sign that reads, "you never see a motorcycle in front of a shrinks office", because I go to the motorcycle cruise ins for  lloydsrides.org  I heard on a TV show if you kiss your significant other on the lips everyday you two will live longer. If we two have no colds, we kiss every morning. We deserve a longer life than 70 years. Thanks to Mary I have a great chance of living a lot more years.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Carl & me!

  I met Carl thru some guys I knew at the Lititz Twin Kiss. He raced cars, circle track. We both were under 21 years of age. We both liked beer. We were friends immediately. We were both daredevils! We should not have run around together. Two males desiring kicks and alcohol. The first time I picked Carl up at his parents farm, we were going to get beer. He said his dad was a part time cop in Manheim, but don't worry his dad could not smell. The line of first defense is the cop smelling beer on your breath. When Carl opened the passenger's door to hop in, several empty beer cans fell out. Luckily his dad was not around.

  The second time I picked him up, his license was suspended for a long time, it was on the bike. He really dug two wheeled motoring. We ran the loop route a while. About 1:00 AM We was returning thru Manheim to drop him off. We took a shortcut thru a corn field. My bike just fit between the corn plants. They were above our heads. I came out of the cornfield about 200  yards  of road before the all night gas station. I blasted thru the island of gas pumps about 60MPH, hit the back brake, spun around and did a wheelie back beside the pumps. We got off, the old man just stood by the door stunned! I finally hit my kill switch. Now he came out. He said I  rode cycle like I was crazy. I did not argue the point! Many others said the same thing. He said he was not coming out till I shut off the motor. With my no baffle mufflers he could hear me coming a half mile away. 

More later!!