Sunday, May 24, 2009

Chuck E. Fleas (an epilogue)

In yesterday's post, I forgot to mention that on the way back from Old Man's Cave we stopped by a big roadside flea market. Many items caught my eye, but only one caught my fancy.

It's a retired military truck, a 6x6 with a multi-fuel diesel engine. The owner, who restores these beasts as a sideline, fills up with waste oil. He's asking $3,000.

I don't need it, I can't afford it and, in a few weeks or so, I'll have no place to park it. None of that kept me from envisioning myself rumbling around my in-laws' manicured neighborhood behind the wheel...camo comes to the cul-de-sac...

My kingdom for a horse.