Day 2&3

No so mucho fun days, lots of long empty roads, visit to old place's in Grandbury. Many of which are gone or going out of business. But Pie sellers in Glen Rose, still rock, i'll have one lemon Meringue please and one Rubarb with that coffee please.

Nice old movie theatre caught my eye.

And i love these old stone buildings

More of the Caddy ranch copycat stuff, guess it's better than going to the crusher. But it makes a car guy cringe.

Now this is yard art, recycled farm implements made into a yard planter.

Next up the road to Kansas, and the escape from Texas adventure. Hold that border fence, I'm coming thru.

On the Gypsy road, one often encounters the weird the strange, and sometimes suspected relatives. When this happens, what else can you do but commune with them.

And then there's poor xyplllithiagi, he just won't adjust, so he has to endure a transmoropion extraphynasculer gassinducarto transformation.

Who knows what a night in Roswell will bring, been a long time since last visit, so far i have been able to avoid and mention of surlicitata, we did magamo meld. Offsprings mat be possable. Child support for other worl beings is not. But i wouldn't mind doing that ear thing with her sister.

Rat Rod Gathering In Low Places

 After so many billet and chrome shows, and as a prelude to attending the Rockabilly Reunion in Lake Havasu. I received an invitation to attend a Garage Kill Billit  Rat Rod show. Complete with a garage band, kiddie beer cooler and free access to the cars in progress. Entry fee! One gallon of chili to be placed in a communal pot, and a good attitude.

After cruzing through the garage and the linups of cars in random spots. Everyone settled into meeting new folks, renewing old acquaintances. Talking cars, retelling old adventures, and telling a tall tale or two.

Watching pinstripe magic on a old caddy, and dipping into the chili, hot dogs, beer and for me a cool lemonade.

Ask dusk settled in the band set up and the evening mellowed out. As  the favorite tunes from different years floated threw the air.

Finally it was the Rats Turn to get pinstriped. Which  
was interesting to watch. I could not do it with all
the people watching over my shoulder. But the he
never missed a beat.








As the end drew near, we all gathered around for the drawing. I was fortunate to win the Majority of the prizes. two hats, a set of scooter googles, and the grand prize. The torch carved, welder enhanced, exhaust pipe Tiki God complete with nose ring and palm tree hair do.

A great ending to a fun Garage car show, sometimes the best things in life happen at low places. I'll be there next year you can count on it. Now all i need is for the storm to move on as promised and i can get loaded up and on my way to the Rockabilly Reunion at Lake Havasu. Life is good when you eat dessert first. Asta La Wego.

Where in the world is the sman

Contrary to rumors (once again i ran into some folks i knew from my racing days, who were shocked to see me alive) I'm not dead, I've just been way too busy messing with facebook. Dam that addiction. I'm headed on the cure. More sman adventures in the works. Hope all can get through the anticipation till my next update. Later Gators