What item, besides kilts, are you associated with?

[puffer]

Black Powder Muzzleloading - Putting up with those "pesky" Free trappers & Mountain men, who "harrass" me about the HBC flag over my camp & my KILT
(they love to kid my me about my "SKIRT" )

Also known for my "work" as a Chief Range Safety Officer & Lead Firearms instructor (NRA)

Oh yes, my "warped sense of humor

Puffer

[Pleater]

Well - these days there's the Tilly hat, which has a wider brim than most sold over here, and is almost white, then there is the red side drum which I use to beat time for border morris dancing.

A long time ago, there was a bell. In most places where I have worked the other inmat - er my co workers have remarked on my ability to move silently - so much so that in one college they made me wear a tiny silver bell so as not to startle people. Wearing a white coat and moving through dimly lit laboratories - with my excellent night vision I did not bother putting the lights on - I seemed to cause considerable alarm.

[Surly Dave]

Moto Guzzis. I've had three over the last twenty years.

Cooking. I used to do the chef thing.

Handlebars Mustaches One recently returned to my upper lip, much to my wife's chagrin.

Driving Caps.

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with my excellent night vision I did not bother putting the lights on - I seemed to cause considerable alarm.

I used to do that caving, there is a cave near me that each part of the cave has a very distinct floor texture, if you know the cave very well (I do) and go barefoot you can tell exactly where you are. Every July we do a historical reenactment in the cave (they mined salt peter for gunpowder in there during the war of 1812) I would put my matches and candles in my pocket and go for walkies while the lights were out. the fact that most people believe this particular cave is haunted and even the employees won't go in alone made this great fun. I would just walk up behind people quietly and sometimes just stand there, though there is one person I could always get his shoes tied together without him knowing.

I am not allowed to anymore, I have an allergy to mold, mildew or bat guano and I almost got hospitalized last time I was in a cave. that was 3 years ago. I miss it greatly, so much I'm dating a cave guide. Ok, that not my reason for dating Yeti (it's the kilt) but it's a good excuse.

[Ian.MacAllan]

Believe it or not, some people are obsessively curious about what I carry in my briefcase. And they seem embarrassed about their curiosity because they never come out and ask directly, they just pry indirectly, often so indirectly that I can hardly guess what they want to know.

One morning when I went in to work one of my associates threw a (clean, fortunately) plastic trash bag over my head, another pinned my arms to my sides, and a third grabbed the briefcase and ran. Then the first two released me and stood by, looking more than a bit foolish. I looked them over pityingly and said, "When you finish with the briefcase I'd like it in my office." About ten minutes later it did appear in my office and there was no further mention of the incident, but the three did seem a bit crestfallen. How can anyone get so worked up about a pocket calculator, a quart thermos of coffee, and the morning newspaper?

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[MacMillan of Rathdown]

a pocket calculator, a quart thermos of coffee, and the morning newspaper

well that's your story, and you stick with it...

[PaulX608]

Moto Guzzis. I've had three over the last twenty years.

My dad had a 1984 California II 1000. Loved it! White with white/brown saddle. Wish I had it.

[ncof300d]

I am a junkie for pre-1986 Mercedes. (After 1986 the Mercedes faded into a car make not much better than any other and in some cases worse.) I have four Mercedes diesels: 1981 300D (my winter car), 1985 300D Federal (my beautiful white southern bell), 1985 300D 'Cally' Version (bought this summer and I don't know why as it sets parked), and a 1999 E300 (wife's car a diesel that can humble many a gas powered car). Other people with diesel Mercedes seem to somehow find me and ask for help.....I enjoy it.

I raise a few chickens which I really enjoy. (I grew up on a farm and worked at several neighbor's farms. It is a life of hard work, but I miss it very much.)

I don't like beer....I like stout that looks like oil poured from a Mercedes 617 diesel engine in winter.

I work on designing automotive chassis components for the future, but I much prefer products made in the past.

[Joel]

I'm know as the disappearing guy.

Same here. Disappearing from everyone is fun. Spend time for yourself. Now, I do this in small ways, too; at parties and social settings, I can escape from groups at times and return, shocking people at how easily and quickly I disappear and reappear.

I'm also known for saying mindless and stupid things like what I'm saying right now... Oh, why did I say that!

And here I thought I was the only one who did such things! Now for some more of my thoughtless ramblings that I've come up with for this thread...

I'm also known for fixing a pot of coffee, locking myself away from everyone and spending days on end writing songs and poetry. (I was told once only drunks write poetry...oh well...) During that time, I often don't eat or sleep. Just coffee is needed.

And I'm known for being very secretive. So secretive, in fact, that none of my family or closest friends know the usual stuff other people share with family and friends. When it's personal, it stays with me.

But hey, eccentricities are great.

[Fearnest]

Mostly Venturing (the US coed scouting program for the 14-20 year olds). Thankfully there's a lot of leeway in the "uniform" for that, and the folks in that age group are very kilt-appreciative!