The Hero Of Canton
I had to turn the Jo'T-mobile over to the tech's this weekend to install a new rocket launcher and upgrade to a full hover-conversion. So for the next couple of days, I'll be sporting around town in Dad's little S-10. I had to go all the way to outer-rim Canton to pick it up. And while I didn't see the mudder statute raised to the man they call Jayne, I did get to see a pretty darn good auto swap-meet.
I met up with Dad and K around 11 or so. After a quick bite, we headed over to the 1st Monday campgrounds, where the meet was taking place. They had just about anything you could think of in way of cars, from headlights and overhead cam shafts to full chassis to fuel-injection manifolds. And EVERYTHING in between.
There were tables full of model cars. Tables with nothing but auto tools. Some were covered with tin-metal advertisements while others held glass cases filled with trinkets from days long gone. Dad found an bottle of a soda he used to drink when he was a kid and a parts catalogue from 1960 on. K found some bric-a-brac to decorate the homestead with. I found some old Asian coins dating back to the 15th century, if the dates are to be believed.
And then there were the cars themselves. Everything from your low end (a 1943 International Pick-Up Truck) to the very high end (a cherry 1978 Camero). There were Mustangs and Chevy's and Cobras galore. Even a Mercedes or two. And all ranging in varying degrees of "some assembly required."
All in all, not a bad way to spend a Saturday. Though, I would've rather not sat on 635 for over an hour once I got back, but, then again, nothing says welcome home quite like a traffic jam.
The rest of the weekend went well. Friday night was devoted to my Browncoat brainwashing scheme to take over my pitiful little band of miscreants. And Sunday saw the Apocalypse Queen off to her home galaxy for a few days for some well earned R&R. The group had lunch after church and brought along a visitor to the class. We may have scared her a little bit, what with all our collective mind reading and inside jokes and subtle mockery. Though, she seemed to enjoy herself. We'll see if she comes back.
And last night was spent at Seattle Grace Hospital, with JJ and E taking bets on which patient would check out first, and Goulet and myself having to admit that McDreamy does indeed have some pretty nice hair.
Hope you all are adjusting well, as yet another weekend has come and gone.
-Jos
"To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up." ~Oscar Wilde
I met up with Dad and K around 11 or so. After a quick bite, we headed over to the 1st Monday campgrounds, where the meet was taking place. They had just about anything you could think of in way of cars, from headlights and overhead cam shafts to full chassis to fuel-injection manifolds. And EVERYTHING in between.
There were tables full of model cars. Tables with nothing but auto tools. Some were covered with tin-metal advertisements while others held glass cases filled with trinkets from days long gone. Dad found an bottle of a soda he used to drink when he was a kid and a parts catalogue from 1960 on. K found some bric-a-brac to decorate the homestead with. I found some old Asian coins dating back to the 15th century, if the dates are to be believed.
And then there were the cars themselves. Everything from your low end (a 1943 International Pick-Up Truck) to the very high end (a cherry 1978 Camero). There were Mustangs and Chevy's and Cobras galore. Even a Mercedes or two. And all ranging in varying degrees of "some assembly required."
All in all, not a bad way to spend a Saturday. Though, I would've rather not sat on 635 for over an hour once I got back, but, then again, nothing says welcome home quite like a traffic jam.
The rest of the weekend went well. Friday night was devoted to my Browncoat brainwashing scheme to take over my pitiful little band of miscreants. And Sunday saw the Apocalypse Queen off to her home galaxy for a few days for some well earned R&R. The group had lunch after church and brought along a visitor to the class. We may have scared her a little bit, what with all our collective mind reading and inside jokes and subtle mockery. Though, she seemed to enjoy herself. We'll see if she comes back.
And last night was spent at Seattle Grace Hospital, with JJ and E taking bets on which patient would check out first, and Goulet and myself having to admit that McDreamy does indeed have some pretty nice hair.
Hope you all are adjusting well, as yet another weekend has come and gone.
-Jos
"To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up." ~Oscar Wilde
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1 Comments:
The man they call JAAAYYYYNNNEEE. Glad you had fun at 1st Monday - I want to get out there myself - I'm told the craft section is something to see.
Maybe we could arrange a group daytrip for some...daytrippers some month, just for a cheap, fun trip and an eyeful of weird.
Whimsy, who is a Browncoat
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