Day 2: Detour to the Roanoke Muffler Man
Some time around midday I pulled us off of the BRP around Roanoke, Virginia. When we finally stopped at the first traffic light we’d seen all day, Kenny looked at me quizzically and slowly said, “um,… wherrrrre are we going?“
Foolish boy. After all this time, he still has to ask?
I happen to have the GPS waypoint file-y thing-a-ma-bob from Roadside America. So, Satan’s Compass (GPS) had hipped me to the fact that there was a muff in our midst. Actually, I’m lying. I knew it was there before we even left New York. I’m weird like that.
Sweet, sweet, blue-eyed Bunyan. Face… peeling. ::sigh::
Get with the program people! Respect the muff!
I knew you’d find a muffler man! He needs a bit of cosmetic surgery, but he’s still awesome. 🙂
Your post was SO funny! Who IS that dude? LOL
The heck with him, I lusted after that red Triumph motorcycle!
Enjoy your posts, always!
Deb
zombie muffler man! skin peeling!
“Respect the Muff?” LMAO.
This may be a late comment and all but this post just appeared on my wall!
I love the content inside the box. Cute!