Even Quicker Update
Holy double crap on an extra large cracker . . . my feet are dead. We rolled up our garage door at 7:30 a.m. — a full 30min before the start of our moving sale — and people were already waiting outside.
I had to ask them to give us a few minutes to move the stuff out so that they could walk around the garage. From then until 4:00pm, we had a constant stream of people come by . . . er . . . buy . . . er . . . by and buy.
We. Moved. A. Lot. Of. Stuff.
We. Have. A. Lot. Of. Stuff. Left.
We. Have. Too. Much. Stuff.
For 8 hours straight. I was on my feet wielding my considerable charm. I like to think said charm was, in no small part, a contributor to what was a great first day of getting rid of stuff.
What? Yes, I got charm! What, are you kidding me! I had both guys and gals swoon to my humor, personable and friendly demeanor, and seemingly amazing personality.
Mind you, I normally keep my charm all bottled up behind a sour and dour visage designed to dissuade people from approaching or even nodding at me.
But, when I open the floodgates . . . boy, oh boy, does the charm flow!
A quick humor graphic . . .
. . . and then on to cruisers details.
Cruisers Update XVIII – The Details Part IX
Continuing with my late reporting of the June 14, 2015, Tri-Lakes Vintage Car show.
Not sure how much clever banter I’ll include below as it’s late and we have to prepare for the next bout of our two-day moving sale. Plus, you know, I need to reload my charm reservoir. Not an easy task, I tell you.
I’m not identifying the various car makes and models these macros belong to because, as I’ve oft asserted and repeated, I ain’t no car guy. That said, one can perhaps determine the car associated with the macros below by reading previous posts or going to the SmugMug gallery and looking at the photos of cars, matching them to the macros.
There is a SmugMug Gallery (HERE) for this, past, and future posts about this show. Also, you can click on the photos to open a larger version of the photo in a separate tab or window.
By the way, WordPress, in their continuing effort to make editing and creating posts as difficult as possible, now require two (2) clicks of the mouse to process links or embedded media.
Oh, yeah . . . it just gets better and better . . . until I’ll leave.
Anyway, the above is a mirror . . . and this is a headlamp.
And, will you lookee here . . . an engine!
Here is my second-favorite shot of this series. Two versions of it, even.
Two of the most overrated cars in the whole world offer up the next series of shots . . .
People who fuss over these cars need no introduction to them . . . and the other people prefer cars like these . . .
Here’s an interesting view od the hood ornament . . .
. . . and what it actually looks like.
Another look at the badge . . .
Here’s my favorite shot of this series . . .
Squint your eyes a bit and tell me that doesn’t look like a Starfighter (the Colonial Viper).
The Viper joins a long list of Sci-Fi space-capable aircrafts with both vestigial wings and the ability to make audible sound in the vacuum of space.
If you don’t think that looks like a Colonial Viper, how about with this version?
I can practically hear Starbuck yelling out “Who ordered the Venti?”
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