Sixties cruiser mates with pick-up truck? The Fonz would love this.With the motorbike in the back, it looked as though Steve McQueen was in town. Just the thing for a movie bank-heist.
While I was photographing, the car alarm woke up. He made it quite clear, unambiguously, that he'd be happy to tear my throat out if I just came a little closer. I asked him to smile for the camera...
On an elsewhere...
We found a store that had us both in rapture. Yes, she loves this stuff as much as I do.
Look! An antivibration coupling from the Convair airborne nuclear reactor of 1967....
Or maybe something more prosaic. I liked it anyway.
It was a treasure trove inside. Or so it seemed, through the windows.
The store, well, I lost the bit of paper with its name, was in New Braunfels (just east of San Antonio), on the side of the railroad tracks just opposite the old firehouse.
So was the biggest, meanest disk-cutter I've ever seen. When I need to cut into stone, I use a 24cc machine with a two-stroke motor and a 14" blade. This thing would seriously up my game.
Phew. I was getting a bit excited there, thought I'd better backpedal a bit. Finish up with some lush greenery. This is why texans wear those cowhide chaps, I think. Well, maybe this is why texas longhorns wear cowhide too.