Let's see your Tacos in scenic places!

Life is like a box of Milky Ways

 

17 year old paint job, never been waxed, many many many 1000s of miles off-road. Imron with lots of clear coat

 

Natchez Trace Overlook Mississippi

 

York Beach, Maine

 

Mammoth Pool Reservoir, CA.

 

Close to Anthony Flats above Salina Utah

Looking east toward Moab from the San Rafael Swell, Utah

Arches National Park close to Moab, Utah


Tired of seeing trucks blocking the scenery. I mean... it's not like we can't see pictures of trucks on other threads.

 

Some fun in chilliwack

 

My son and I did a hell of a road trip. This was one of our pit stops.

 

Were the ladies as old as the sign?

 

Actually, we didn't go in... just laughed and took pictures of the sign and left... kind of afraid of what we might catch.

 

Red rock to Mt. Charleston

 

I was going to college in Logan, Utah, and four guys I didn’t know said, “Road trip!”, and I got suckered into going. I don’t remember why Ely was their destination, but off we went in an old Ford van.

The trip was uneventful except for getting lost twice, running out of beer, having a flat tire with no spare, running out of beer, running out of beer, and oh yeah, running out of gas too. Your basic college road trip.

We get to Ely, and these guys all wanted to play blackjack but only one had fake ID, so the rest of us wait around for about an hour until we get bored and threaten to leave the guy at the tables to thumb home. Somebody gets the bright idea to find out where the local cat house is. By this time it is almost dawn.

We find it… and none of these party animals want to go in. They just sit in the van like they’re afraid they might catch something by crossing the threshold.

I can’t stand it. The trip has been a complete bust… and I’m curious.

I tell the guys, “I’m gonna check it out. Be right back.”, and jump out of the van.

The place is old. The place is scum fucking filthy. And worn, like old tennis shoes held together with duct tape.

I’m standing in a big room with a grey carpet (I think it’s grey, but it might just be the dust) so old the floor shows through in spots. To my right is another room, long and dark, with a bar running toward the back of the building. A staircase rises from the front of the house and over the bar, a hall barely visible above.

The big room has cheap metal folding chairs along the walls, reminiscent of a junior high prom. Two guys engaged in conspiratorial conversation inhabit a corner, snickering. They are both disfigured, and I get the idea they see themselves as men of the world.

No women are in evidence.

I ask the two men about that.

They assure me the girls will be right down.

And one appears at the top of the stairs.

I don’t really know what I was expecting. From the looks of the place I know it wasn’t much.

But the girl slithering down the stairs would put Mortisha Addams to shame on her best day. The chick is hot in a sultry, evil, witchy kind of way. Too-tight black nightie with black thigh length stockings, long, straight, black hair and eyes, and skin so pale you can see through it. Vampire pale.

She’s a total bitch too, just as you’d expect… but soooo beautiful.

By the time she’s put me off thoroughly, another girl tops the stairs.

She glows as she descends. The opposite of the moody brunette, this one shines like morning light on daffodils, and when she laughs it seems like the room gets a soft, warm, glow. It isn’t Goldie Hawn, but it might as well have been. I can’t even remember what she wore, but she had legs all the way up to there.

A horn honked outside, insistent. Three loud beeps, two short and one much too long.

I remembered the conversation about leaving the blackjack player to thumb home.

I picked my tongue up off the floor, adjusted my gonads, and fled.

I don’t remember the return trip, probably because I was busy remembering the unexpected visions that dwell in the house of the rising sun.

 

All I can say is, this was one HELL of a road trip! Besides getting the truck towed and impounded we did have some good times as well.

 

Sawtooth Canyon, CA

 

TW Calendar Entry

 

Nye, MT

 

I own a mountain bike company, Esker Cycles

 

Beautiful truck!

 

Above Lake Alpine in the Sierras