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Davey Todd Vs David Johnson
King Of The Roads 👑
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Bughead make fun of Archie's plan to drop out of school and explore the world in King of the Road, Archie #337 (1985).
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Shelby GT500 “King Of The Road”
The Shelby GT500 first appeared for the 1967 model year, Ford had developed an updated Mustang with an all new and slightly larger bodyshell than now had space under the hood for one of their larger 428 cubic inch V8.The GT500 received lightweight fiberglass parts including the front-end, the hood, the rear tail light panel and deck lid, the quarter panel extension, and side scoops in front of the rear wheels.The car were originally equipped with the Ford FE 428 cubic inch Police Interceptor V8 fitted with a mid-rise cast aluminum intake and two 4 barrel 600 CFM Holley carburetors.The engine produced a claimed 355 bhp at 5,400 rpm with 420 lb ft of torque at 3,200 rpm. In 1968 the cars began receiving the “Cobra Jet” V8. These can be identified by their cast alloy valve covers with raised lettering that reads “Cobra Le Mans” as a reference to the FE-engined Ford GT40 that was dominating the 24 Hour of Le Mans at the time.These later cars fitted with the Cobra Jet V8 would be given the slightly modified model name Shelby GT500 KR, for “King of the Road.”
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(via Queen Of The House - Jody Miller (1965)
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27. King of the Road by Roger Miller debuted Jan 65 and peaked at number one on the pop and country charts, scoring 1094 points.
Roger Miller won six Grammys in 1966, for Country Song, Country Male Vocalist, Country Single, Contemporary Male Vocalist, Contemporary (Rock and Roll) Single, and Country album. It was nominated and lost to A Taste of Honey by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass for Record of the Year, and to Shadow of Your Smile for Song of the Year.
Jody Miller's 1965 female answer song, Queen of the House, peaked at number 12.
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Watch "Roger Miller - King Of The Road (1964) 4K" on YouTube
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❤️ 🎶 NowPlaying on Music Choice Classic Country 🎶 ❤️
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This polaroid was nice! This is “King Of The Road” by Randy Travis as I see it because of synesthesia!
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Merry Whump of May Day 2
@themerrywhumpofmay
“Need a ride?”
-wrench
-paranoia
-club
Big huge thanks to my always amazing whumperful crew: @whumpcereal @quietly-by-myself @sparrowsage and to @oddsconvert who put in a lovely beta job for this little prequel.
Warnings for this story: bad intentions by the main character, whumper perspective, derogatory internal dialogue, intent to engage in noncon (talked about, not actually written), drunkenness, smoking.
A King of the Road Prequel (Find the original King of the Road (Whumptober 2022) post here.)
Six Months Ago…
The Trucker dropped his cigarette to the asphalt and ground it out with the toe of his boot. He surveyed the parking lot of another club in another town in Somewheresville, America. Fresh hunting ground.
He watched the drunk college freshmen, who by all means shouldn’t even be here, idiotically looking for the friends he’d come with. He’d been stumbling around the parking lot for nearly twenty minutes now. The cars have been steadily streaming out or their owner’s steadily being bundled into taxi cabs and Ubers.
When the young man passed by his idling truck for the third time the trucker smiled at him.
“You lost darlin’?”
The young man swayed a bit as he stopped and took in the sight of the big, red, oversized trucking cab. The Trucker could see the wheels turning in the young man’s head, trying to process the question.
“‘M not lossss...”
“But you’re not found either, are ya?” The Trucker looked the young man up and down, smiling the whole time. “What happened? Can’t find yer buddies?”
“No… I… They’re here s’m where…”
This was just too easy. And this little one was sure pretty. His pale green eyes, watery and wide, set in a cute face with cheeks flushed a bit too red, and finished off by a pair of lovely cherry red lips. The Trucker licked his own lips as he thought about shoving himself into that perfect round mouth. The boy’s cherubic face was surrounded by a mop of messy dark blue hair. He could see the boy’s warm breath huffing out in front of him in the cold night air.
“I’d be happy to give you a ride, wherever you need. My truck’s nice and warm. I bet you ain’t too far from here, right?”
“No… I… not far. I just… my friends have to be here somewhere. I just… maybe over there?”
The young man started to walk away, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself on a parked sedan, towards the far side of the parking lot.
The Trucker reached out and wrenched the boy’s arm back a bit harder than he intended too. The kid’s phone went skittering across the pavement and under the truck. When their eyes met, the kid’s pale green eyes were wide with sudden fear and paranoia.
The Trucker laughed it off.
“Whoops, now look what happened. You’re in no state to be walking across the parking lot, son. You’re gonna get yourself kilt.” He gently guided the boy towards the door of his truck. “Why don’t you come have a lie down and I’ll get you where you need to go. Hop up there and I’ll grab your phone.”
The drunk college kid blinked rapidly, still trying to process what the trucker was saying. All the while the Trucker was guiding him towards the cab of his truck. The big red door opened quietly and he helped the boy up on the first step. The Trucker had done this a million times, and knew he had a charming, disarming personality. As the boy swayed backwards, the Trucker let his hand slip from the small of his back to the roundness of his pert, tight little college boy ass. Oh he was so going to enjoy this one.
“You got a name, pretty boy?”
“B… Bob-by.”
“That’s right nice. Little Bobby Blue. Once you get up there, grab yerself some water. It’ll help clear your head. Might keep you from a mighty powerful headache in the morning.”
“Yeahhhh, that souns gooo…”
Little Bobby Blue was going to make a great companion. The Trucker could taste it, or rather, Bobby Blue would be tasting it. The Trucker leaned down and retrieved the kid’s phone from under the edge of his truck.
Just as Little Bobby Blue was about to take the top step up into the truck, a sleek black Uber pulled up next to the truck. Several loud, clearly drunk, guys were hanging out of the windows.
“BOBBY!!!! There you are, you dumb fuck. We’ve been looking all over for you. How the hell did you get over here?”
“Yeah, what the hell you doing getting in that truck Bobby?” another one said.
“Thisss guy’s gonna give me a ride.”
“Awe thanks, mister. Awful nice. But we got us a nice Uber to take us back to the house. Come on Bobby, quit fuckin around and get your ass in the car.”
Bobby almost fell on the Trucker as climbed back down the steps and stumbled towards the car. That's the most amount of fucking action he'll get tonight, now.
“Nice to meet you, Bobby. I’ll keep an eye out for you. You be safe now,” the Trucker said, his face a mask of polite calmness while inside he was raging.
“Don’t forget your phone, Bobby,” one of the generic drunk guys said. Bobby staggered back towards the Trucker, retrieved his phone, and then nearly fell into the open doorway of the car, sending his idiotic buddies into a frenzy of laughter.
The Trucker glanced around the parking lot. FUCK! There were no other tasty, convenient little fishes to be caught. He slammed the door to his cab shut and then yanked open the driver’s door of the truck. May as well start driving. He was all hot and bothered and there would be no release tonight unless it was his own hand. Perhaps he could try the rest stops. Sometimes unsuspecting people found themselves in vulnerable situations. He ground the gears of his truck as he started out of sheer frustration. He revved the engine louder than he normally would, the rattling growl echoing across the wide open plains of the flat terrain. He’d find someone. He scraped his teeth together and reached for his cigarettes. Maybe he could smoke himself calm. He made a hard fist around the lighter as he struck it up.
He sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it out again. He leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes for a moment, calling up the blue framed face of his escaped victim. Damn he would have liked that one. If he came back through this town any time soon, he’d be on the prowl for his Little Bobby Blue.
Little Bobby Blue had dodged a bullet that night. It’s possible he wouldn’t always be that lucky. But for tonight, Bobby Blue made it home safely.
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Eğer değişmeyi hayal bile edemiyorsan
ya da istemiyorsan, o hayat, hayat değildir.. !
#VAZGEÇMELER USTASI#İyi Geceler#Aşk#Şiir#Edebiyat#Alıntılar#King Of The Road#1976#Im Lauf der Zait#Wim Wenders#Black and White#Photography#Movie#Black & White#Photo
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OK, I don't know if anyone here is into monster trucks, but being that my username is derived from one, and being that I've been into them since I was really young, I figured it only made sense to post something about them. This is a real old-school monster called "King of the Road", one of the biggest and baddest ever built. Originally created by Don Buchholtz of Wyoming, Iowa from a 1986 Peterbilt 359, it's powered by a CAT 3406 diesel engine, hooked up to a 10-speed manual transmission. Drive gear consists of a 2 1/2-ton transfer case running to three 5-ton FWD axles, plus six 66" tall Terra Tires. Altogether, it weighs 23,000 pounds.
#monster truck#monster trucks#King of the Road#Peterbilt#Peterbilt 359#Caterpillar#CAT#CAT Diesel#diesel#diesel engines#diesel power#offroad#off-road#Terra Tires#badass#big trucks#Youtube
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Roger Miller - King of the Road (1965)
Roger Miller
from: "King of the Road" / "Atta Boy Girl"
Country
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(320kbps)
Personnel:
Roger Miller: Vocals / Guitar
Hargus "Pig" Robbins: Piano
Harold Bradley: Rhythm Guitar
Ray Edenton: Rhythm Guitar
Bob Moore: Bass
Murrey "Buddy" Harman: Drums
Finger Snaps:
Buddy Killen
Jerry Kennedy
"Thumbs" Carllile
Produced by Jerry Kennedy
Recorded:
@ The Columbia Recording Studio
in Nashville, Tennessee USA
on November 3, 1964
Released:
January, 1965
Smash Records
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#78 on Rolling Stone Magazine's
100 Greatest Country Songs of All Time
(2014)
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