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Two Resolutions and a Mystery Machine

When the new year rolled in there were two things that I resolved to do for myself.

One:
When I’m out in the world and I see something interesting, I need to stop saying ‘I’ll stop to look at it on the way back.’

Sometimes there is no going back. This is it, this could be my only chance. Stop and enjoy it now! I’ve burned myself with ‘later’ too many times.

Two:
Blog first. Twitter, Facebook second. I’ve kind of lost my way on the blog at times because the convenience of Twitter and Facebook make it so fast and easy to share what I’m seeing or thinking that it often never makes it to these pages.

I need to get back to my roots. Way back in the days when dinosaurs roamed the land I would post on my blog all the time. Small posts, big posts, sometimes just a picture – whatever. I need to get back to that.

Somewhere along the way I think I must’ve subscribed to someone else’s idea of how a blog should be run. Yea, not doing that anymore. Totally gangsta, right? :)

So, what do these things have to do with anything?

This:

The Mystery Machine was one of those things that I might have said I’ll stop later for. But, instead I swung a quick U-ey and soaked in all of its mysterious glory. {pats self on back}

So, cheers to the new year and to getting on with living on our own terms. And to the people who paint their minivans.

Welcome to Johnny’s Oasis – May I Take Your Order?

“Yea, uh… can I havvvvvve… two large hay shakes? Uhhhh…?  Gimme a couple two-tree-uh-dem cactus poppers and uhhh… a large order of oats. To go.”

I swear, you see the damnedest things out there on the road :) Always, always have to have a camera with you.

This farm is in Orange County, NY on one of the roads I always use as a cut through. The first time I spotted the camels out in the field, I had to stop for a double take. They’re too cool.

I Got the Boot… Three Times

Sometimes I’m not sure if I get on some sort of unconscious jag that makes me seek out groupings of things or if I just happen to be moving across a sticky thread of the universal web that keeps putting them in my path.

What am I talking about?

Boots.

Are you superstitious? Do you think things happen in threes? Well, over the last 3 months I’ve had 3 big boots come into my life.

First there was a visit to the Haines’ Shoe House which is decidedly boot-like and all sorts of awesome.

Then on a pitstop at LL Bean in Freeport, Maine I saw the giant Bean boot.

Boot number three came rather serendipitously to complete the trifecta of footwear.

A few weekends ago I rode past the ruins of a place once called Fairy Tale Forest in Oak Ridge, New Jersey. Behind the fence of what is now a self-storage facility there was a giant boot-house was being refurbished.

You can go a whole lifetime without seeing any giant boots. Then whammo! they’re everywhere.

What does it all mean?

 

Sights from the Road: Art Car Extravaganza!

On Friday night how could I have possibly known that when I spotted the Cupcakemobile in Westhampton that it would be the …wait for it… waaaait for iiiit… icing on the cake? Oh, yes. I just went there.

The weather here lately has been hazy, hot and humid and the threat of thunderstorms seems ever present. This morning I decided that I would sneak out for a quick ride before things got ugly. Even if it was just for an hour, it would be better than nothing.

My loop back towards home brought me past a place I’ve passed a hundred times before. If you’ve been a reader for a while, you just might remember the fruit and vegetable car. But this time, instead of just a single art car gem parked out front – the gravel drive of the workshop held the mother lode.

Art. Car. Extravaganza!

Queen Smoothie, Yummie Mobile, a rocky pickup and the fruit and veggie car? Be still my heart! Aren’t these fantastic?

Make sure you eat your veggies, Dragon!

As wonderful as each of the cars are, I think I love the Yummie Mobile most:

“Kenny, can we get a big pink donut for my car?”

“No.”

:lol:

Do you think he would notice if I got myself some frosted donut hubcaps?

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Other ‘Greatest Cars in the Universe’

Roadside Snapshot: The Big Little Apple of Thaxton, Virginia

With only a single bar left on the gas gauges, Kenny and I hopped off of the Blue Ridge Parkway in search of gas. After a few stabs at the screen, we followed the GPS over hill and dale to what seemed like the middle of nowhere. We popped out of a rambling farm road next to a major roadway in the town of Thaxton, Virginia.

While Kenny tended to menfolks work (lifting heavy objects, pumping gas, paying for things), I went off to do much more important lady things like gathering nuts and fruit.

Considering I found a giant little apple on a stick, one might argue that I was clearly better at doing my job. Look at the size of it! The gas pumps he found were just regular sized.

While Kenny was busy doing his job (which I will grade as poorly due to regular sized pumps) I also briefly thought about trying to get inside of the apple ride next to Lowly Worm.

But then I wisely reconsidered as visions of having the fire department come with the jaws of life to extract me flitted through my mind.

It was probably best to not kill my husband of just a few weeks with sheer embarrassment. See how considerate I am? You’re welcome, babe!