That'd be me on a bike. I wonder if that hole leads to China? And by China I mean Wal-mart in Indiana.
So, I was procuring a feast of Mexican proportion yesterday afternoon, which was quite a departure from my now-normal diet of a scant few pieces of fruit for "lunch" most days of the month. I had to take a tube amp in for repair, and
My Guy has his shop nearby my woman's place of workitude, so I snagged a great plethora of enchilada and other sauced wonders for her and a few fellow cohorts, because I'm fucking nice like that. Upon exiting the establishment, I noticed a brand new, black, Ford F-150 4WD parked next to my small-but-not-miniscule-by-comparison Mazda. Generally I grouse whenever something large parks next to me in an otherwise empty parking lot, since then my backup forward motion retrieval process is hindered for a massive 3 seconds, but not today. No, for this occasion I was slightly in awe of the beauty before me:
That is quite possibly the only time I've ever thought that a truck was sexy as fuck. I think I got a minor erection even. Tried to convince my wife to trade her car in for one, she said they are too big. First world conspicuous consumption fail! I'd throw in the towel with my own car, but fuck driving an automatic every day. I've minimized beer, fast food is a thing for alternating bank holidays, and smoking is long since gone, but heavy metal, pussy, and manual transmissions are vices that I plan on keeping forever.