American car cut in half by a Basque lumberman with an Australian axe

Ugaldie, I will try and upload a video I took later today when I figure out how to do it. Watch this space.
 
Interesting video! I can't help but wonder what a small slip would do to your leg when cutting that way....
 
Makes you feel very confident in unibody construction....! huh..?

To the contrary! Makes me wish the chopping competitor was a first line responder to arrive at an accident where I was trapped in a car or truck. Might take him a bit longer but a truck frame would probably succumb to an axe like that too.
 
The difference is that the Highlander tradition of kilts is masculine.

Still, the most common jocular greeting at a Highland games (the ones I go to, anyway) is: "HEY! You in the skirt!"

We always get a chuckle out of the guys who clearly got talked into a kilt for the first time. They don't know how to sit, get up, walk around, or deal with gusts of wind.

(The general rule is: "Much may be revealed, but little is seen and nothing is discussed.") Competitors at dancing and "heavy sports" wear what are called "blacks" under their kilts -- basically a set of lycra shorts.

I neither dance nor compete. Nothing like a nice kilt on a hot day with a light breeze...until some little old lady decides to pull a kilt-check!
 
The winner is a powerful and very experienced man. Just watch the calf muscles on his legs. The other competitor is using too-short strokes as if all he's ever done is efficiently split straight grain firewood. That said I would have to go back 35-40 years in age to be able to pretend to be able to compete with either of these guys.

The old (and tipsy) Scotsman in full kilt regalia falls asleep in the grass at the side of the road on the way home from the Pub on Saturday night. Young Maggie merrily skipping on her way to church in the morning finds the old gentlemen and can't wake him. She decides to see of the legend about kilts is true and lifts up to take a peek. The old guy doesn't stir at all so she mischievously responds by reaching into her hair to remove a pretty red bow and carefully affixes it under the kilt. The old fellow does ultimately wake up and first thing happens to him is nature calls. In fumbling around he discovers the red ribbon on Oscar and with his other hand vigorously scratches his head and mutters:
"Aye laddy! I don't know where you've been but ya must have won first prize!".
 
In fumbling around he discovers the red ribbon on Oscar

Damn. Ya beat me to that oldie.

This is how we know we're Canadians: 1st Place is a RED ribbon, 2nd is blue. (...and our Conservatives are blue while the Liberals are red, which leaves the Greens with...well...green, and the "socialists" with orange.)

I won a brewing competition a couple of years ago and they gave me a blue ribbon. Complained loudly. Was told that just like everything else, Canada ain't big enough to make it economical for an overseas ribbon company to do it correctly.
 
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