Some #mufflerman love 😍
At first glance, you might think that the Uniontown, Pennsylvania mufflerman is a run of the mill handsome Bunyan. But, oh… oh, no he is not.
Check out the come hither eyelashes on this handsome gent! ::hubba::hubba::
In a funny way he looks a bit more “come at me, bro” than some of the other guys. It’s probably just the sunlight glinting off of his buff forearm veins.
Tucked within the “stick” of West Virginia, that wee sliver of land between Pennsylvania and Ohio is the town of Chester. Why is this important? Well, pally – Chester is the home of the World’s Largest Teapot.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. You can’t believe you didn’t know this very important fact. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t either. I thought everyone knew that! 😉
When I pulled up next to the big teapot, wouldn’t you know it? It was under construction. Can you believe it? There it sat, dusty on my To Do List for all those years and I finally make it there and it’s being renovated.
Of course Im glad that it is being taken care of but without it’s label and handle in the picture how will you ever know it’s the World’s Largest? It could very well just be a really big or larger than your average teapot. ::sigh::
Brain dump warning. Rambling mess in 3, 2…
If I consciously go over the last 2 months of my non-working time, I have been busy filling my free time doing all sorts of things. But as I sit here writing this, coffee steaming in the dark hours of the morning, my what have you done for me lately brain says that I never go anywhere and never do anything. You may have heard me say that before. It seems to be a recurring theme. What I’ve come to realize is that version of my brain is an asshole.
Sure, I can talk a good game about appreciating life and savoring small moments. In truth… I think that I actually have the capacity to do that but I’m also always hungry for more experiences. Maybe I need to gobble them up so I can have something to savor when adventure time is lean? Kind of like fattening up for the winter.
Now I don’t know if it has been a subconscious push to “get things done,” if I’ve just been grabbing opportunities as they arise or what’s going on with me – but as 2015 has marched on I have scratched lots of things off of my To Do List. More things in the past 6 months than I probably did in several other years combined. Granted they may have been small and achieved on piggybacking visits but they were important to me and I did them.
Lately I’ve been seeing quite a few articles float through my social streams about how people are spending more money on experiences than they are on consumer goods – and that it’s a good thing. On the flip side of that, I’ve also been reading that we should stop the glorification of busy. So somewhere there is a balance, I guess? Spend your money on experiences. BUT NOT TOO MANY!
Right. Maybe what I really need to do is just stop reading the internet and spend more time riding my motorcycle.
It is still mostly dark out. The sun is just staring to peek over the trees. Silver drops of moisture are hanging on the windows. And me? I’ve been thinking about where to next? I keep coming back to the idea of hopping on the bike, swinging through Burlington, Vermont and then over to Laconia, New Hampshire to visit the Whispering Giants that are in those towns. Just around the way from the New Hampshire giant is the American Police Motorcycle Museum in Meredith. I’d also like to give that a look.
Unfortunately, this week I’ve been dealing with my aching back. It’s been about two years since I’ve had any trouble with it so this has been an unwelcome reunion. Can’t stand up, can’t sit down, can’t walk around without it being aggravated. Being out and about by the weekend isn’t looking promising. I’ve taken off my tinfoil hat and am trying to will it to stop being a pain. I just want to get on with moving around spryly. After all – I’ve got things to do!
Sometimes I will pull up a favorite in my GPS and follow it on a whim.
That isn’t to say that occasionally before I arrive at whatever place I’m going to that I don’t think to myself, “what the hell are you doing?”
Shortly before ending up at Tim’s Secret Treasures in Charleroi, Pennsylvania I asked myself just that. But upon arrival I quickly remembered why I’d saved the place in my favorites to begin with.
I doubt anyone would argue – this should be my designated parking space! ::swoon::
Monkey needs a hug, don’t you think?
Sweet pink pig with sassy red hooves.
Giant Chicken Army in the hoooooooouse! A two-fer, no less. Apparently in 2014, one of Tim’s roosters was a victim of thievery, rustled away in the dark of night. (It wasn’t me, I swear!)
When it came time for me to press on, Oreo pig wouldn’t even look at me.
I know, Piggie. Don’t cry. I wish you could come home with me, too.
Anyone have any experience towing a pig behind a motorcycle?