What a blast, what a blast! We had a great time. Well, at least I did. This was my first time to meet jwilly and Groo and of course, I think it was the first time Fencer and I have ridden without torrential downpours. To jwilly and Groo, it was an absolute pleasure to meet ya'll. And special thanks to jwilly who sprang for lunch! And Groo's friend, Bob is a heck-of-guy also.
You never know what to expect on these little adventures when greeting folks from out of state. You never know what they are expecting. And just when you think you may be contradicting the stereotype of the Alabama native, we stopped for Fencer to take a leak (weak bladdered bastard) and ran head-on into the stereotype. Aside from us, I don't think there was a full set of teeth at the place. We even had the obligatory hunting dog chained to an auto part. I swear, Bob and I could hear banjo music in the background. And in comes the old-as-hell wrecker, riding with a flat on the rear, no tag, only one taillight, and hauling an old Chevy panel truck. Then the driver, speaking between his well spaced-out remaining teeth, commenced to putting the hard sell on Groo to buy the 4-wheel rusting time capsule. Turns out, according to him, it was a fine example of automemorabilia and he was pained to part company with her, but that evil EPA was on his ass about his "collection."
And I think Groo was a little surprised at the speed attained by some of our local pulp-wood trucks. The group hit a gps confirmed 110 mph trying to get around a couple of them. But you know what we say: The Governor's place is at the Capitol, not on my diesel.
