Saw this truck on the way home the other night (yes, we have three-lane traffic-jams at 6:30 p.m. in Brandon, Fla.):
But, eh, it's hard to find a sticker like that at the auto parts store.
PREVIOUS ADVENTURES IN TRAFFIC
Riding with Fab the deejay.
Beware of the Death Explorer.
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.
My other car is a rocket-propelled grenade.
Live long and prosper. In an Altima.
Just two good ol' boys.
Asshats aplenty.
Nicotine is my crash helmet.
Jazz hands moms.
Ugly lug nuts.
Pretty ballsy.
My honor student can kick your ass.
Garfield mudflaps.
Horse and buddy.
old fashioned trackback: http://sticksoffire.com/2005/10/19/argument-for-a-train/
Hey Jeff,
I check in on your blog now and then to see what's happening in the other Bay Area. I'll cross my fingers that Wilma dumps on the Everglades and not on you all. My folks in Lakeland concur.
Sorry to see old Yule's gone to the great doghouse in the sky. I still have pictures of you guys romping in the Chugach.
Rod's planning to hit the Quest trail again in February. Wish him luck. And, yes, he'll have a map, compass and GPS with him.
Julie
Posted by: Julie Stricker at October 20, 2005 04:59 AM