You’ve got it.
Strut that stuff.
When you’ve got it
Follow-up on the street rod
Brother Tom was right on the mark. This thing began its life as a 1937 Chevy. Thank you, Tom. I was counting on you.
The ever erudite McKee opined that:
“A conglomeration of different parts from different vehicles welded together is pretty much the definition of a “hot rod”. Left rough it would be a “rat rod”. That is a good lookin’ truck with a nice chop and channel. “Street rod” applies more to fifty’s and sixty’s stuff assuming that they’re not Kustom or Low rider.
I take his word. He would know.
The attack of the armadillo
That terrifying moment.
When you realize there is no escape. You’re on a collision course.
The armadillo literally walked right into my foot.
It barely startled him as he snuffled off a different direction.
Such a fearsome creature.
An Acorn Woodpecker
Pretending to be a hummingbird.
The long holiday weekend is over
The crowds have gone home. That means now there will be room for us to camp in state parks again. But it’s almost June and it’s getting pretty hot. We’ve been on the road for about a month now. Our choices are, camp out in the heat, get another hotel room, or just go home. We decided on home.
650 miles. 11 hours. One state. One time zone. Home Sweet Home.