The day was magical.....

Magical as in voo-doo.. undead, queen of the zombies

Meet my beloved truck....which my more beloved GF wanted to see.... its being "worked on" in thoery sort of.... its a beastie, work horse, mother ship and portable domecile.... when I drop my house on wheels in storage.. I have a tent..and other stuff to make life easy....

Said truck has hood popped cause I was checking on progress... but you can see, two fuel tanks, a shell for storage and what not...it has a standard tranny.. cause I like picking my own gears for a climb... theres a radio.... but its for listening not talking... I have my cell phone and wireless for that.. a solar panel and some other stuff which is hidden since I like being non-descript and not attracting attention...

Anyway..... I opened the hood.... ta da..no work done.... I already put the timing gears on slid the cam in... set the timing.... all I ask is..put it together.. set the lifters... which is another no sweat project.. button it up and call me when its done.... for which you get my surplus truck....

The surplus truck, a Dodge, is just an errand vehicle... not a beast.. its an automatic, doesnt carry the weight I need.. its just a run to LA thing that got ok gas milage.. and more survivable if I had a wreck.. Im not a car guy.. you can't toss 5 sheets of plywood, a wheel barrow a BBQ and a goat..in a car......

This is the other truck which is being given to pay for work on the Ford... and a good deal BTW, it runs fine..has no major issues... and sort of pisses me off because at this poind I'd as soon finish up myself and trade in or sell the Dodge then put a down payment on an econo box... since all I really need to do to live is haul my head around not 2,000 lbs of Rennstuff... to sell..The famous surplus truck econo compromise.... its nice.. WTF?

Anyway the day went on.....

I needed coffee and decided to try a road side attrraction.... it was all roadside...all miner and cowboy stuff... things dug out of the desert... the usual.. 

Meet the worlds worst latte.... granted it had steamed milk or at least half and half but no foam.  it had espresso....but not really....as it was drip grind Yuban Coffee in a can from Wall mart or where-ever it was on sale for $3.... He steamed the milk...dumped the shot into it... used whipped cream to top it off and called it a latte, the ignorant twat...  I nearly had a siezure..

THEN I ran into someone I know....... Whatever your thinking..is prolly close... but its still America and being different is allowed (for now).. hes lived in his little motor home for over 10 years, he was telling me about being surrounded by SWAT based on his paint job and rumors...

I told him to come stay out by me..... which is funny, since I don't let anyone near me... but, hes actually honest and trust worthy... we hung out, I had real truck stop coffee he opted for a hot dog.... cause he has a scant will to live and a food obsession...God knows I have my obsessions..

Then I wandered here and there... people coming an goin, opening and closing, buying and selling whatever... even the sink out of the motorhome..

Need a wind turbine? A boat?

Theres hundreds of these little places...