Good morning all and happy Labor Day, my name is Jack and I hail from the great state of Colorado, home of mountain men and flatlanders with the former being infinitely preferably to the latter. (Webster defines a flatlander as anyone who lives below 8700 feet altitude.)
Although I recently made my first post on ECF I have been lurking on the Reos Mods forum for a great deal of time. If memory serves correctly my first visit to the site was July 5th, 1776. I would have been here on the 4th but some buddies and I had some important paperwork that we had to get drafted and it took a bit longer than we anticipated... putting word to parchment with a quill can be a tedious process.
I am immensely pleased that for the last few months I have been referred to as a vaper, it is a much kinder and socially acceptable moniker than the various other terms I have been the subject of most of my adult life. As with many, if not all of you kind people I experimented with the smoking thing but after 43 years of two and a half packs a day I cam to the conclusion that it just wasn't for me. Perhaps I didn't give it a fair chance but I tend to be spontaneous and sometimes act in haste.
My foray into the world of vaping started with the cigarette look-a-like South Beach Smokes. Immune to crass advertising claims I made my decision to purchase this product for the most rational of reasons; I spent many years as a police officer in Dade County and South Beach is an area that that I spent a good deal of time. I felt that using a e-cig named South Beach would rekindle very pleasant memories of fighting, shooting, high speed chases and bevies of beauties clad in scanty, string bikinis... especially the beauties in string bikinis. Alas, the South Beach e-cigs did nothing to transport me back to my much missed younger years but it did demonstrate that although not an optimum product the concept of vaping held a great deal of promise. Taking advantage of their money back guarantee I redirected the newly retrieved funds toward the purchase of an e-Go T kit which quickly led to yet another eGo T which led to a couple pass-through batteries, tanks, cartomizers, atomizers and seemingly fifty-thousand dollars worth of assorted paraphernalia.
My tentative toe dipping into the vast pool of vaping convinced me that contrary to government proclamation vaping was/is indeed an effective, and relatively safe and effective method of smoking cessation. I have long held the belief that the real danger is the actions of politicians, not those of citizens... but I digress. The road to vaping exclusively revealed a path that led to the kingdom of ProVari. Enthralled, and distracted by anything shiny I was compelled to make a purchase. Impressed by the semblance to the short, metal nightstick like devices we used to use to help change the mind of our less than cooperative clientele I decided to purchase yet another ProVari in a black finish to more closely resemble my past tool of the trade. I must say that I was, and still am impressed with ProVari and to show them my appreciation I adorned them with custom designed Phiniac sandblasted tanks.
I would have been more than happy in my ignorant bliss in the world of vaping had it not been for the horde of Reonauts, (or what ever the official term is), constantly expounding the virtues, seemingly with irrational enthusiasm, of the Reo, bottom feeder PV. Unfamiliar with the term my skills as a highly trained investigator quickly revealed that it was not a perfectly sautéed catfish encrusted with crushed almonds but rather but rather an unorthodox method of feeding e-juice.
The gauntlet had been thrown down and the challenge accepted... I had to have one. An extensive search of the interwebs provided empirical evidence that these Reos mods were produced by a sinister looking porcupine living in a far away fantasy land called Maine. No matter, when on a quest to satisfy a need I have been known to associate with much less physically appealing creatures. The question still remains, however, as to how he can manage, (I'm assuming he is a he because of the name Rob... of course that could be short for Roberta), to produce mechanical devices with such tiny little paws.
Having made the command decision to purchase a Reo Grand I quickly realized that that the process was very much akin to buying a Ford Model T... you'll take the color we give you and you'll like. Not one to argue with a porcupine I was fine with that... they can be vicious little creatures if you irritate them... especially the ones whose diets consist primarily of egg rolls. (I think it has something to do with needing more fiber.)
My new Reo Grand arrived earlier this week and upon opening the box I was a bit stunned because I never imagined it would be that small. (If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that phrase in my lifetime I'd be a very, very rich man.) Getting my new toy into action took mere moments since I had read the operating instructions found on Reos Mods 18 or 20 times as well as digesting every thread contained in this forum.
I must admit that durning my time on earth I've splurged, sinned, squandered, squeezed, been squeezed, sneezed and have even been spelunking but until now I have never, not to my knowledge anyway... squonked. I kinda like it, probably because it sounds kinky but none the less I still like it. I'm not sure I want to know how the term was derived however.
Am I totally happy with my new Reo Grand? Sadly, no. It fulfills only one of the two requirements for a man's toy as defined by the Man Manual. (A complete and detailed definition of a Man's Toy may be found in the Man Manual; Chapter 26, sub-section 8A, paragraph 13, unabridged edition.) The Reo Grand does indeed incorporate a button which is half of the requirement for a true Man Toy but sadly it lacks electronics of any kind. This, in my view is a marketing faux pas since it is universally know that if an object has a button AND is electronic, a man will buy it... ask any wife or girlfriend. I blame this elementary oversight on allowing a culturally deprived, prickly quilled mammal to make human decisions. This is analogous to selling sliced bread, and neglecting to slice it.
Not willing to take the risk of having my Man Card revoked and confiscated I ordered a Kick post haste which resulted in a temporary dispensation of the rule. I realize that there are rumors, propaganda if you will, of VV Reos on the horizon but if the world is indeed flat the horizon could lead one to great disappointment. Only time, and the keen eye of a highly trained investigator will finally reveal the truth.
All in all I have greatly enjoyed the last few days with my Reo Grand, so much so that I have already clicked the 'Notify Me' button for a 'polished' version.
In conclusion, I sincerely apologize for the length of these ramblings but at the moment I am recuperating from a broken back which relegates me to many, many hours of laying on the couch and finding ways to battle EXTREME BOREDOM. You folks, unfortunately, are the victims of that boredom.
I wish you all the best along with the will and fortitude to shun the evil clutches of cigarettes.
Jack
Disclaimer: No squonks were harmed in the writing of this post.
Although I recently made my first post on ECF I have been lurking on the Reos Mods forum for a great deal of time. If memory serves correctly my first visit to the site was July 5th, 1776. I would have been here on the 4th but some buddies and I had some important paperwork that we had to get drafted and it took a bit longer than we anticipated... putting word to parchment with a quill can be a tedious process.
I am immensely pleased that for the last few months I have been referred to as a vaper, it is a much kinder and socially acceptable moniker than the various other terms I have been the subject of most of my adult life. As with many, if not all of you kind people I experimented with the smoking thing but after 43 years of two and a half packs a day I cam to the conclusion that it just wasn't for me. Perhaps I didn't give it a fair chance but I tend to be spontaneous and sometimes act in haste.
My foray into the world of vaping started with the cigarette look-a-like South Beach Smokes. Immune to crass advertising claims I made my decision to purchase this product for the most rational of reasons; I spent many years as a police officer in Dade County and South Beach is an area that that I spent a good deal of time. I felt that using a e-cig named South Beach would rekindle very pleasant memories of fighting, shooting, high speed chases and bevies of beauties clad in scanty, string bikinis... especially the beauties in string bikinis. Alas, the South Beach e-cigs did nothing to transport me back to my much missed younger years but it did demonstrate that although not an optimum product the concept of vaping held a great deal of promise. Taking advantage of their money back guarantee I redirected the newly retrieved funds toward the purchase of an e-Go T kit which quickly led to yet another eGo T which led to a couple pass-through batteries, tanks, cartomizers, atomizers and seemingly fifty-thousand dollars worth of assorted paraphernalia.
My tentative toe dipping into the vast pool of vaping convinced me that contrary to government proclamation vaping was/is indeed an effective, and relatively safe and effective method of smoking cessation. I have long held the belief that the real danger is the actions of politicians, not those of citizens... but I digress. The road to vaping exclusively revealed a path that led to the kingdom of ProVari. Enthralled, and distracted by anything shiny I was compelled to make a purchase. Impressed by the semblance to the short, metal nightstick like devices we used to use to help change the mind of our less than cooperative clientele I decided to purchase yet another ProVari in a black finish to more closely resemble my past tool of the trade. I must say that I was, and still am impressed with ProVari and to show them my appreciation I adorned them with custom designed Phiniac sandblasted tanks.
I would have been more than happy in my ignorant bliss in the world of vaping had it not been for the horde of Reonauts, (or what ever the official term is), constantly expounding the virtues, seemingly with irrational enthusiasm, of the Reo, bottom feeder PV. Unfamiliar with the term my skills as a highly trained investigator quickly revealed that it was not a perfectly sautéed catfish encrusted with crushed almonds but rather but rather an unorthodox method of feeding e-juice.
The gauntlet had been thrown down and the challenge accepted... I had to have one. An extensive search of the interwebs provided empirical evidence that these Reos mods were produced by a sinister looking porcupine living in a far away fantasy land called Maine. No matter, when on a quest to satisfy a need I have been known to associate with much less physically appealing creatures. The question still remains, however, as to how he can manage, (I'm assuming he is a he because of the name Rob... of course that could be short for Roberta), to produce mechanical devices with such tiny little paws.
Having made the command decision to purchase a Reo Grand I quickly realized that that the process was very much akin to buying a Ford Model T... you'll take the color we give you and you'll like. Not one to argue with a porcupine I was fine with that... they can be vicious little creatures if you irritate them... especially the ones whose diets consist primarily of egg rolls. (I think it has something to do with needing more fiber.)
My new Reo Grand arrived earlier this week and upon opening the box I was a bit stunned because I never imagined it would be that small. (If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that phrase in my lifetime I'd be a very, very rich man.) Getting my new toy into action took mere moments since I had read the operating instructions found on Reos Mods 18 or 20 times as well as digesting every thread contained in this forum.
I must admit that durning my time on earth I've splurged, sinned, squandered, squeezed, been squeezed, sneezed and have even been spelunking but until now I have never, not to my knowledge anyway... squonked. I kinda like it, probably because it sounds kinky but none the less I still like it. I'm not sure I want to know how the term was derived however.
Am I totally happy with my new Reo Grand? Sadly, no. It fulfills only one of the two requirements for a man's toy as defined by the Man Manual. (A complete and detailed definition of a Man's Toy may be found in the Man Manual; Chapter 26, sub-section 8A, paragraph 13, unabridged edition.) The Reo Grand does indeed incorporate a button which is half of the requirement for a true Man Toy but sadly it lacks electronics of any kind. This, in my view is a marketing faux pas since it is universally know that if an object has a button AND is electronic, a man will buy it... ask any wife or girlfriend. I blame this elementary oversight on allowing a culturally deprived, prickly quilled mammal to make human decisions. This is analogous to selling sliced bread, and neglecting to slice it.
Not willing to take the risk of having my Man Card revoked and confiscated I ordered a Kick post haste which resulted in a temporary dispensation of the rule. I realize that there are rumors, propaganda if you will, of VV Reos on the horizon but if the world is indeed flat the horizon could lead one to great disappointment. Only time, and the keen eye of a highly trained investigator will finally reveal the truth.
All in all I have greatly enjoyed the last few days with my Reo Grand, so much so that I have already clicked the 'Notify Me' button for a 'polished' version.
In conclusion, I sincerely apologize for the length of these ramblings but at the moment I am recuperating from a broken back which relegates me to many, many hours of laying on the couch and finding ways to battle EXTREME BOREDOM. You folks, unfortunately, are the victims of that boredom.
I wish you all the best along with the will and fortitude to shun the evil clutches of cigarettes.
Jack
Disclaimer: No squonks were harmed in the writing of this post.
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