For those that know me well, they have heard me talk about Mr. Putt Putt.  I'm convinced that every neighborhood has a Mr. Putt Putt in one shape or form.

Years ago a family with a teen moved into the house across the street.  The teen drove a compact car that he had put a louder muffler on.  Back in the day, I called it an "Orange Peeler."  On a small car it sounds more like indigestion.  I named him "Mr. Putt Putt."

Over time, Mr. Putt Putt would come and go multiple times a day...sometimes within minutes.  One day, there was no Putt.  The car sat collecting pine needles for months and months.  Eventually it disappeared.  Time passed.  Friends came and went.  Mr. Putt Putt practiced his guard drills as part of a rifle team from school in the yard and generally seemed helpful to family.

Not long ago, another compact car appeared with the same puttering muffler.  Then a motorcycle appeared.

Much like the original compact car with the orange peeler, Mr. Putt Putt revs his engines what seems like daily on both his small car with the louder muffler and his motorcycle. 

The point of this post is to take you back to your first cars and bikes and how important to you they were when we were teens. 

Roll on Mr. Putt Putt!