Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Montana Effect
With only minor details left to finish our home, we've seriously started considering where we would like to move. My dream as a little girl was to own a horse ranch in Montana. I would raise Arabians and Thoroughbreds out West. Then I married a man who is extremely allergic to alfalfa and is weary of hay, and my dreams went down the drain. Or so I thought. Bryan announced his dream location would be to live in Montana, or even the eastern side of Idaho (nearest to Yellowstone of course). And with that, we decided to go on a whirlwind weekend trip of Montana to feel out our dreams a little.
We started Friday eventfully as always. I wanted to take a rental car on our short trip for two reasons: a)it would have air conditioning that worked AWESOME and b)if the car happened to break down, the rental company would show up with another one. When we showed up at noon to pick up our rental, a note on the door promised a certain Nancy would be back at 2:30. The note had a phone number to call which we did and were greeted by a blast of rudeness. Why hadn't we been there at 9 am to pick up the vehicle? But that didn't matter as there was no vehicle there at 9 am to pick up, so we could wait until she was back, which would be 2:15. Huh? Our pick up time was noon. Godsmacked by this, Bryan called Avis command. The operator put us on hold while she contacted the agent, and was given the same routine. And I thought Avis tried harder! We drove over to Enterprise to see if we could get a car there, but all they had was an Expedition that would cost twice as much in rental fees, and triple that in fuel. In the end, we waited and ended up with a Camry, which was mostly comfortable.
Finally on our way at 3 pm, we quickly headed to Pocatello, our first stop. The store there was nice. We even saw an employee who had worked at Logan. She ran over, so excited to see us and say hi. We got back in the car and drove around Pocatello some. It's definitely the same town I remember as a teenager. Full of nice people, but pretty dirty. It wouldn't be too bad to be at this location. Our next stop was Idaho Falls. As we drove into the south end of town, there was a small plane crop dusting the fields. We drove right past the exit that would have allowed us to take great pictures. At the next exit, we noticed another crop duster, so hurried off and drove straight to the field it was dusting. He passed over head as we parked, banked to turn around and flew off. We found our way across the freeway and stopped just in time to watch him fly off to another field. And we missed him again at the third and final field. So much for third time's the charm. Bummed about our misfortune, we made our way to the Idaho Falls store, which is in a clean part of town. We were quite surprised. We've heard time and time again how clean Idaho Falls is, but each time we go through here for Yellowstone we exchange sideways glances; yeah, right. We stayed over night in Idaho Falls, and spent the evening looking over the town for a great spot to watch the air show (by the way, the air show is July 24 weekend and is being headlined by the Blue Angels). After twelve trips through Yellowstone, we finally found the Idaho Falls everyone speaks about. We could definitely live here. We woke at the crack of dawn and had breakfast at Bubba's. Bubba's also has a location in Jackson, which has the same great BBQ dinner, but Jackson has a far superior breakfast. We drove straight north to Missoula. The store here is nice too but the town is somewhat dirty. One other misfortune is the airport, which happens to be about 1/2 a mile away. And why so bad? If corporate decides to make house calls, it makes this store a prime pick. But then again that could be good if you work hard and keep a tight ship. We had lunch at the Staggering Ox, which had sandwiches like the Clinton Shuffle and Yo Mamma Osama and Camel Spit. The bread was divine, and the sandwich would've been great if the mayo hadn't been too sweet, but it was better than the typical fast food. Next was Helena. We decided on the long route, which happened to go by a ghost town. We found our way up the mountain to discover we had come during Garnet Days. This meant the 'ghost town' had more people in it than when it was a 'live town'. Unfortunate for pictures, but we made do. We only went inside one building, which was the hotel. It still had quite a bit of the furniture in it, and the original wallpaper. The town had originally been found back in the 1860s, and then died out around the 1880s, but had a revival during the 1890s which lasted through the 1930s. When World War II struck, the men left to fight the Germans as most of the gold was already gone. On our way down the mountain, we stopped at a view point which gave a magnificent panorama of the valley, and at a small cemetery that had only five graves. These men had no family and no history. All that was known was their name and the date they had died. The placard here mentioned the cemetery was small as most of the town had money and would be buried in city graveyards. These poor five souls had gone to strike it rich and had died before anyone knew who they really were. We continued on our way and finally arrived in Helena, which is an extremely dirty town. The store here was a mess. There was quite a bit to see with Helena being the capitol. We stopped at the capitol building and at a cathedral which had beautiful character. It also had an extremely friendly kitty who said hi to us, and then tried to say hi to the homeless guy's dog. We drove through downtown Helena and took lots of pictures of the old ads you could still see on the side of the buildings. The original buildings here have survived over the years and are more historic than most of the 'historic downtowns' we've seen. We also took a jaunt up the canyon and found the Grizzly Gulch Limestone Kilns. Sadly, Helena is at the bottom of our list. It's a town that has grown quite large, but doesn't have the population to support it.
Our last day of driving we had breakfast at the local IHOP. Our waitress seated us next to the only other customers in the restaurant, which happened to be a group of six teenage girls. My first thought of their extremely loud conversation made me think get your head out of the gutter. There was no way I was hearing what I thought I was. But after we ordered I realized I had heard what I thought. Then one of the girls started hushing the others, as one said to the other that twelve was too young to be saying that kind of stuff. I turned around and realized we were by a group of 13-14 year olds, and the topic of their conversation was horrific. But each comment I thought of making was inappropriate, even if I said what they were talking about was inappropriate. Finally they left, which Bryan clapped to. When we finished, we realized they were all sitting in the lobby waiting for a ride from their parents. As we walked out the door, one said good morning which Bryan replied "It was until you were here." and I burst out laughing. It was one of those moments where you couldn't have stopped yourself if you had tried. Personality two had taken over and pushed you aside with "I've got this." Oh well. As we drove to Bozeman, I didn't pay enough attention to the road signs and missed our turn. About twenty minutes later I realized the mistake and we turned back. Bozeman turned out to be beautiful. It was the cleanest store, and the town was amazing. It felt a lot like Logan. Who knows if we'll ever be lucky enough to get this store, but it's a dream, right? We then drove straight to Yellowstone. The last time we drove through on our way home from a trip, it was after 5 days of winding, rainy roads from Logan to Reno to San Francisco, up the coast to Seattle and straight over to Coeur d'Alene. I told Bryan we could stay until we saw a bear. Ten minutes into the park we saw one and I dictated Bryan home. So for giggles, I said as soon as we see a bear we'll turn and head home. And ten minutes in? We saw two bears! They were courting black bears. After much fits of laughter, we headed further into the park and saw another black bear off the side of the road. Then a fourth bear! The fourth bear was climbing the side of the hill to cross the road after watering at the small stream below. The log jam of cars and large crowd of people caused the ranger to scare the bear back down to the stream. This was not working well, as the bear moved along the hill to try and cross again, by us. I threw in the towel and made Bryan do so as well. We went around the next bend and there was bear number five! The crowd here kept talking about a Grizzly with cubs so we ventured on. Bear six, seven and eight were Grizzlies, that happened to crest the hill right after we stopped. In all, we saw eight bears in an hour! Happy with our sightings, we finally started the trek home. On the edge of Jackson Lake we ended up behind a yellow Chevy Aveo that was driving like a maniac. She would dart to the edge of the road as though to stop and then take off again. I kept telling Bryan to pass her, but an opportunity never presented itself. Luckily the car went straight when we turned to go to Jenny Lake. The parking lot for the lake was packed, so we drove down a ways and took pictures from a new location. We stopped in Jackson Hole for dinner at New York City Sub. While waiting for our sandwiches to be made, another customer came in to order. The gal at the register said they only had one half of a foot long left. After her order, the sign for 'just ran out of bread' was hung. Did we luck out or what! The drive through Jackson Hole to Bear Lake was uneventful and long. Just before we entered Logan Canyon, Bryan stopped to get one last picture. It was a quick one, as the mosquitoes were out and biting fast. Bryan loves the road through Logan Canyon and had a blast hauling as fast as he could until....a small yellow Chevy Aveo stopped us. It was just like Guy Ritchie's movies, but we didn't have any funny jokes to tell. And we wouldn't have been able to any ways as we were laughing too hard.
We started Friday eventfully as always. I wanted to take a rental car on our short trip for two reasons: a)it would have air conditioning that worked AWESOME and b)if the car happened to break down, the rental company would show up with another one. When we showed up at noon to pick up our rental, a note on the door promised a certain Nancy would be back at 2:30. The note had a phone number to call which we did and were greeted by a blast of rudeness. Why hadn't we been there at 9 am to pick up the vehicle? But that didn't matter as there was no vehicle there at 9 am to pick up, so we could wait until she was back, which would be 2:15. Huh? Our pick up time was noon. Godsmacked by this, Bryan called Avis command. The operator put us on hold while she contacted the agent, and was given the same routine. And I thought Avis tried harder! We drove over to Enterprise to see if we could get a car there, but all they had was an Expedition that would cost twice as much in rental fees, and triple that in fuel. In the end, we waited and ended up with a Camry, which was mostly comfortable.
Finally on our way at 3 pm, we quickly headed to Pocatello, our first stop. The store there was nice. We even saw an employee who had worked at Logan. She ran over, so excited to see us and say hi. We got back in the car and drove around Pocatello some. It's definitely the same town I remember as a teenager. Full of nice people, but pretty dirty. It wouldn't be too bad to be at this location. Our next stop was Idaho Falls. As we drove into the south end of town, there was a small plane crop dusting the fields. We drove right past the exit that would have allowed us to take great pictures. At the next exit, we noticed another crop duster, so hurried off and drove straight to the field it was dusting. He passed over head as we parked, banked to turn around and flew off. We found our way across the freeway and stopped just in time to watch him fly off to another field. And we missed him again at the third and final field. So much for third time's the charm. Bummed about our misfortune, we made our way to the Idaho Falls store, which is in a clean part of town. We were quite surprised. We've heard time and time again how clean Idaho Falls is, but each time we go through here for Yellowstone we exchange sideways glances; yeah, right. We stayed over night in Idaho Falls, and spent the evening looking over the town for a great spot to watch the air show (by the way, the air show is July 24 weekend and is being headlined by the Blue Angels). After twelve trips through Yellowstone, we finally found the Idaho Falls everyone speaks about. We could definitely live here. We woke at the crack of dawn and had breakfast at Bubba's. Bubba's also has a location in Jackson, which has the same great BBQ dinner, but Jackson has a far superior breakfast. We drove straight north to Missoula. The store here is nice too but the town is somewhat dirty. One other misfortune is the airport, which happens to be about 1/2 a mile away. And why so bad? If corporate decides to make house calls, it makes this store a prime pick. But then again that could be good if you work hard and keep a tight ship. We had lunch at the Staggering Ox, which had sandwiches like the Clinton Shuffle and Yo Mamma Osama and Camel Spit. The bread was divine, and the sandwich would've been great if the mayo hadn't been too sweet, but it was better than the typical fast food. Next was Helena. We decided on the long route, which happened to go by a ghost town. We found our way up the mountain to discover we had come during Garnet Days. This meant the 'ghost town' had more people in it than when it was a 'live town'. Unfortunate for pictures, but we made do. We only went inside one building, which was the hotel. It still had quite a bit of the furniture in it, and the original wallpaper. The town had originally been found back in the 1860s, and then died out around the 1880s, but had a revival during the 1890s which lasted through the 1930s. When World War II struck, the men left to fight the Germans as most of the gold was already gone. On our way down the mountain, we stopped at a view point which gave a magnificent panorama of the valley, and at a small cemetery that had only five graves. These men had no family and no history. All that was known was their name and the date they had died. The placard here mentioned the cemetery was small as most of the town had money and would be buried in city graveyards. These poor five souls had gone to strike it rich and had died before anyone knew who they really were. We continued on our way and finally arrived in Helena, which is an extremely dirty town. The store here was a mess. There was quite a bit to see with Helena being the capitol. We stopped at the capitol building and at a cathedral which had beautiful character. It also had an extremely friendly kitty who said hi to us, and then tried to say hi to the homeless guy's dog. We drove through downtown Helena and took lots of pictures of the old ads you could still see on the side of the buildings. The original buildings here have survived over the years and are more historic than most of the 'historic downtowns' we've seen. We also took a jaunt up the canyon and found the Grizzly Gulch Limestone Kilns. Sadly, Helena is at the bottom of our list. It's a town that has grown quite large, but doesn't have the population to support it.
Our last day of driving we had breakfast at the local IHOP. Our waitress seated us next to the only other customers in the restaurant, which happened to be a group of six teenage girls. My first thought of their extremely loud conversation made me think get your head out of the gutter. There was no way I was hearing what I thought I was. But after we ordered I realized I had heard what I thought. Then one of the girls started hushing the others, as one said to the other that twelve was too young to be saying that kind of stuff. I turned around and realized we were by a group of 13-14 year olds, and the topic of their conversation was horrific. But each comment I thought of making was inappropriate, even if I said what they were talking about was inappropriate. Finally they left, which Bryan clapped to. When we finished, we realized they were all sitting in the lobby waiting for a ride from their parents. As we walked out the door, one said good morning which Bryan replied "It was until you were here." and I burst out laughing. It was one of those moments where you couldn't have stopped yourself if you had tried. Personality two had taken over and pushed you aside with "I've got this." Oh well. As we drove to Bozeman, I didn't pay enough attention to the road signs and missed our turn. About twenty minutes later I realized the mistake and we turned back. Bozeman turned out to be beautiful. It was the cleanest store, and the town was amazing. It felt a lot like Logan. Who knows if we'll ever be lucky enough to get this store, but it's a dream, right? We then drove straight to Yellowstone. The last time we drove through on our way home from a trip, it was after 5 days of winding, rainy roads from Logan to Reno to San Francisco, up the coast to Seattle and straight over to Coeur d'Alene. I told Bryan we could stay until we saw a bear. Ten minutes into the park we saw one and I dictated Bryan home. So for giggles, I said as soon as we see a bear we'll turn and head home. And ten minutes in? We saw two bears! They were courting black bears. After much fits of laughter, we headed further into the park and saw another black bear off the side of the road. Then a fourth bear! The fourth bear was climbing the side of the hill to cross the road after watering at the small stream below. The log jam of cars and large crowd of people caused the ranger to scare the bear back down to the stream. This was not working well, as the bear moved along the hill to try and cross again, by us. I threw in the towel and made Bryan do so as well. We went around the next bend and there was bear number five! The crowd here kept talking about a Grizzly with cubs so we ventured on. Bear six, seven and eight were Grizzlies, that happened to crest the hill right after we stopped. In all, we saw eight bears in an hour! Happy with our sightings, we finally started the trek home. On the edge of Jackson Lake we ended up behind a yellow Chevy Aveo that was driving like a maniac. She would dart to the edge of the road as though to stop and then take off again. I kept telling Bryan to pass her, but an opportunity never presented itself. Luckily the car went straight when we turned to go to Jenny Lake. The parking lot for the lake was packed, so we drove down a ways and took pictures from a new location. We stopped in Jackson Hole for dinner at New York City Sub. While waiting for our sandwiches to be made, another customer came in to order. The gal at the register said they only had one half of a foot long left. After her order, the sign for 'just ran out of bread' was hung. Did we luck out or what! The drive through Jackson Hole to Bear Lake was uneventful and long. Just before we entered Logan Canyon, Bryan stopped to get one last picture. It was a quick one, as the mosquitoes were out and biting fast. Bryan loves the road through Logan Canyon and had a blast hauling as fast as he could until....a small yellow Chevy Aveo stopped us. It was just like Guy Ritchie's movies, but we didn't have any funny jokes to tell. And we wouldn't have been able to any ways as we were laughing too hard.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Montana
We decided to drive to Montana this weekend to check out some potential locations for our future. Here are some pics from the road so far.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Fat kid gets skinnier at "Aggy's"
Aggy's is a sports bar that opened in the building formally belonging to the Iggy's that went under. When Iggy's shut down I turned to my wife and said let's open a sports bar and do it right. Well someone had the same idea but they failed. They call themselves a sports bar but when you walk in they have make-out music playing and they have gay modern metal sculptures. The menu appears solid but when the waitress brought our food it was lame. First the appetizer, the spinach dip tasted like a frozen dinner form Wal-mart, the pita or tortilla pieces that accompanied it were so stale it was nasty.... Then there was our beverages, a bar needs to have GLASS mugs or beer glasses. This place rolls with PLASTIC mugs?? Iggy's had changed to this right before going under and it probably contributed to their failure. Also the quality of the soda was quite low, the benchmark for soda still remains Hamilton's in Logan Utah. Then came our food, my Reuben had barely one slice of meat and WAY too much 1000 island dressing... FOR THE RECORD a true Reuben has Russian Dressing which contains horseradish NOT sweet pickle relish like 1000 island. My wife's sandwich was supposed to contain mushrooms and instead it had three tiny little rubber things which could only have come from a can claiming to be mushrooms. IF YOU MAKE ANYTHING WITH MUSHROOMS YOU MUST USE FRESH MUSHROOMS! The fries were ehh and the service was so so. For a new restaurant you think they would have stepped it up. So I would have to take 2 fingers from the head chef on this one. The moral of the story is sports bars need big TV's with the volume turned ON, No gay music, and the food has to be good, greasy and giant portions. You only put one thing in a plastic cup and it's not a cold beverage.
What Was I Thinking? Oh Wait...I Wasn't.
Yesterday at work I received a phone call from my hubby, asking if I would help out his coworkers by pitching in to play some softball (I couldn't resist!). After much whining, do I have to run?, I'll look stupid, I'm no good at sports Bryan finally convinced me to go. I then spent the rest of work getting worried. What was I going to wear? And I didn't have a mitt, nor remembered how to hold a bat properly, or what exactly the rules are. The game wasn't until 8 pm, so the dreaded event took up my whole evening. I finally decided to wear one of Bryan's work shirts with it knotted in the back. For some reason I think it looks cute, but I'm sure the gargantuan sleeves do not. I chose a pair of running sweat pants I have that are completely splattered with paint. I didn't want to wear my one pair of ghetto plaid shorts as my toothpick legs are covered in bruises from all the work on the yard. I put on sunglasses, and actually remembered to bring a water bottle. I even put the keys on a lanyard as I didn't have a pocket to keep them in. I showed up on time and bravely walked up to Kerri and said hi. Funnily enough, none of them knew my name, I'm just Bryan's wife (which is fine by me). After all the hellos, they found a shirt for me with a number and I sat on the sidelines ready to puke. After a couple of innings, I started to get antsy. Why had I come? They weren't short on players, so I could leave right? But no, my pride wanted to try it out. My patience paid off and I was asked to play right field. Easy peasy right? Uh, no. After borrowing another person's mit, and standing out making flower bracelets, Danny warned me the upcoming batter was good and to give wide berth. I went several paces back, and that's when the ball was beaned right out to me. I went running to catch it (you know, impress all of Bryan's coworkers) and what do I do? I misjudge it and run right underneath it, which caused Danny to miss it. Oops. Once we finally got the team out, it was my turn to bat. I had to go first? So I hiked up my elbows and choked the bat the best I could remember. I struck out on the 2nd pitch. How the hell? Oh well. The next time I batted, I struck out again. Dangit. The last time I got to bat, I was hell-bent on making something happen. Oh and I did. I smacked the ball with one strike left to go. It bounced right over to the pitcher, who threw it to second, got Danny out, then they threw to first and got me out. And that was the end of the game.
Surprisingly enough, I find myself thinking if I bought a glove, bat, and better softball clothes I might actually be able to play. But then I'll have to practice. And maybe even run.
Surprisingly enough, I find myself thinking if I bought a glove, bat, and better softball clothes I might actually be able to play. But then I'll have to practice. And maybe even run.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
It's a sad day when one of your kids leaves the nest....
I always knew the day would come when I would have to let my silver truck go. I purchased this truck because of needing the 4wheel drive when we moved here. It had such redneck character, from the piles of unspent shotgun shells under the seat to the bullet hole through the door. This was a full size Chevy truck but it only had a V6 and lightweight components. It was so light that it would ride on top of snow and mud making it unstoppable in the rough mountain terrain. After one morning of duck hunting I dropped my brother off at the parents house and began my trek home. When I was climbing the long hills through the canyon it began to lose power and then it started smoking. It had put a hole in the #6 piston..... It was but 310 miles short of 200,000 miles and it's life was cut short. I parked it on the side of the garage and planned to rebuild the engine. My needs for a truck had grown to towing and so I purchased the monster 454 "Mad Max". I planned to put some larger tires and lockers in the silver truck and with a rebuilt motor it would have been the greatest off road machine I could think of. Sadly life changes and we will soon have to move. The reality is it isn't reasonable to keep this truck and move it across the country. So today I placed an ad on the internet and within 10 minutes I had a phone call. Two hours later it was driving away and the new owner had a big grin on his face. I know it wasn't logical to dump 2 or 3 thousand dollars into this truck just to have an offroad toy, but a small tear crept into the corner of my eye as it pulled away... I guess I'll have to make the best of my other FIVE vehicles :) 5 is the least number of vehicles I have owned in a long time.
:c
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Made in the USA
OK, I am sick and tired of people dogging American car companies...... I was a mechanic for some time and I worked on many brands of vehicles from Honda and Toyota to Ford, Chevrolet, and Dodge. The BMW, Volkswagen, Audi, Mercedes' of the world are by far the worst... Sure when they are new they are amazing, they drive nice, have lots of power, and they have all the luxuries you may or may not want in a car. Now stop and think about the cars you see on the road every day. Why is it that you don't see any these brands older than 5 or 6 years old. The fact is as these vehicles age they turn into money pits, lots of extra parts to fail and when they do you better cash in the 401k because these parts are expensive. So people just don't own these cars after they are out of warranty, this means they end up in junk yards. Well the EPA doesn't allow cars to sit on the junk yard lots for very long these days so that means they take the engine and trans out at the wrecking yard and crush the rest. Now allow me to digress, the EPA does this so there aren't affordable parts to keep older cars running. They WANT you to get rid of your old car and buy new technology. This really makes me angry because not everyone in the world can afford new cars and they have made it almost impossible to fix a car and have affordable transportation. So by purchasing the Audi, BMW's, etc. you are consuming massive amounts of natural resources. What, where are the tree huggers on this one? (by tree huggers I mean extremists, calm down, I am a conservationist and love trees) Now let's look at Honda and Toyota, most of the vehicles from these two companies are very dependable cars and I would recommend them to anyone willing to pay a premium price. Just make sure you buy a model assembled in the USA so that some American workers benefit from the purchase. My biggest beef with these companies is they don't build cars that I can ride in comfortably, I'm a big boy and these cars kill my back. Now some of you are saying, Ohhhh but what about the Toyota recall??? well chill out, every manufacturer has had these type of recalls and MANY of them. Why did the government and media make such a big deal about this one? Well Toyota doesn't have unions, so the big powerful unions and the liberals that support them sicked the dogs on Toyota and hope you don't remember the Ford tire recall or the cruise control cable recall or the many fire related electrical recalls, so and so forth.
Now to the big three, these companies build cars that are less expensive, more comfortable, just as dependable(finally) and in many cases get better fuel mileage(i.e. Chevy Cobalt XFE 37mpg). Oh but the socialist powers bailed out GM and Chrysler..... The government gave 6.7billion in pure loans to GM, which have been paid back in full. There was another 49 billion that the government purchased in equities, basically stock in the company. This isn't up to GM to pay back this is up to the government to sell. There is currently no public stock offering for the new GM. There is a bill "auto stock for every taxpayer" that might pass and instead of the government selling the equities you would get stock to do with what you please, CALL YOUR CONGRESSMAN. So the money that GM can control is PAID BACK! Now currently GM employs 250k people and another 500k are employed by dealers and then there is the parts manufacturers, just one example Delphi employs 150k people and there are LOTS of parts manufacturers. So if you buy American you pay the salaries of AMERICANS.... and they spend money where YOU work. If you have a problem with GM or Dodge being bailed out fine, BUY A FORD! I don't like ford because of personal ergonomics and style but they are a good car. The other way to help these manufacturers is to call your Congressman and tell them to vote no on "Card Check". This bill will allow unions more power and control. Unions drive up the cost of goods and they are FOR PROFIT organizations. So the moral of this rant is buy American.... Go to www.americansworking.com to find made in the USA products. The only way out of this economy is temporary isolationism, buy American, employ American, build America.
Now to the big three, these companies build cars that are less expensive, more comfortable, just as dependable(finally) and in many cases get better fuel mileage(i.e. Chevy Cobalt XFE 37mpg). Oh but the socialist powers bailed out GM and Chrysler..... The government gave 6.7billion in pure loans to GM, which have been paid back in full. There was another 49 billion that the government purchased in equities, basically stock in the company. This isn't up to GM to pay back this is up to the government to sell. There is currently no public stock offering for the new GM. There is a bill "auto stock for every taxpayer" that might pass and instead of the government selling the equities you would get stock to do with what you please, CALL YOUR CONGRESSMAN. So the money that GM can control is PAID BACK! Now currently GM employs 250k people and another 500k are employed by dealers and then there is the parts manufacturers, just one example Delphi employs 150k people and there are LOTS of parts manufacturers. So if you buy American you pay the salaries of AMERICANS.... and they spend money where YOU work. If you have a problem with GM or Dodge being bailed out fine, BUY A FORD! I don't like ford because of personal ergonomics and style but they are a good car. The other way to help these manufacturers is to call your Congressman and tell them to vote no on "Card Check". This bill will allow unions more power and control. Unions drive up the cost of goods and they are FOR PROFIT organizations. So the moral of this rant is buy American.... Go to www.americansworking.com to find made in the USA products. The only way out of this economy is temporary isolationism, buy American, employ American, build America.
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