|metal sculptures in a pasture, Sisters, OR|
I got to test out one of the fixits today, I finished installing six new Bull Ring tie downs on Hank, the pickup.
Do you think there might be something anal about a berserker that notices that the screw head slots are not in perfect alignment. Tested the bull rings out with a huge load of brush to the landfill. The guy with a very pricey dump trailer next to me, looked a little startled when I flipped the netting off the top of Hank's load, let down the tailgate, got back in Hank, popped the clutch, and unloaded in one fell swoop. I wish you could have seen his face! Obviously not raised in the country.
Dad has WWW (wealth wider woman) visiting for the weekend. She has great stories to tell of flying with her late husband. Stories of throwing a knife at a map, and wherever it stuck is where they would fly to. It's too bad she remembers a few of my inglorious daring do's from high school.
A little time in a meadow, in the mountains, just a tent, a horse, a trout stream, and no one else's schedule would sure be nice.