A near year end Skype call with friends back in 2020, muted yuletide joy with a hint of cautious optimism. While in the midst of a second, deadlier wave, strict(ish) public health measures still in place, more or less, representing the collective personal sacrifice most of us had been willing to make over the previous 9 months or so. Scaled back holiday festivities. Gatherings conducted within our social bubbles. But Covid vaccines had started rolling out. If we could just make it through this next little while.
“… I mean, 2021 can’t be any worse,” my friend offered with a modicum of hope. Continue reading →
Big-assed, military-grade, extra cabin space where I can store my massive balls, huge payload, Sam Elliott-voiced navigation system trucks with a capital T Trucks. Road-hogging, grille in your face, monster SUV and pick-ups that have come to aggressively dominate our streets and roads. 150s. 250s. 1500s. 2500s. RAMs. Titans. Raptors. Highlanders. Tahoes. Traverses. Range Rovers. Explorers. Escalades. Avalanches and Wranglers.
Motherfucking I need to tow a boat I don’t have capital T Trucks.