Vintage fuel beneath this, I'm sure.
My 1962 Landrover drools for a hit of the old stuff as we pass by.
I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
There is nothing like that in Texas lad.
ReplyDeleteI'll be searching for more rust, when I go.
Deletesort of steam punk, these images :)
ReplyDeleteSteamed punk is curiously enticing to me. I grew up reading Jules Verne, and other prototypical authors, I love that feeling that the victorians and edwardians had that anything was possible if you had enough brass, copper pipe, gauges, and steam.
DeleteMy favourite Arthur Conan-Doyle character was not Sherlock Holmes, but Professor Challenger, he who found "The Lost World", where dinosaurs survived, far up on one of those cloud-wreathed plateaus in the Mato Grosso.
I'm a bit worried. You see, I've been offered a chance of volunteer work at a Transport Museum and I have a horrible feeling it's going to be full of gentlemen like yourself who think I should gaze adoringly at stuff like this.
ReplyDeleteYou are not expected to gaze adoringly at these things. As a woman, you have the option of just tittering daintily.
DeleteAgree with the comment about the steam punkiness :)
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Tyler, Nice blog.... I'm usually very suspicious of any link that exhorts me to visit anything because they're mostly blatant spam.
DeleteYours isn't.
Thumbs up!
I was wondering how you got hold of those pictures of my mind!!
ReplyDeleteDoes your mind make clanking sounds?
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