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I did not take this picture but wish I did. Here is little Louie looking out the window of a red pick up truck in Washington Island, Wisconsin.
This was a late night project inspired by a local story of a woman threatening cops, stating she will bring a 500 man gang from East Texas to wipe out my city and proceeds to shout "Go on, f***kin' tase me!"
What's not to love about an E-Z Mart sensitive to the needs of the log hauling community whose drivers so often patronizes their stores.
Dashboard Dining is just what you need on a winding two-lane Arkansas state highway where there are often no shoulders.
What's so tough about shepherding a 40-ton Log Hauler along with a turkey and cheese wedge in one hand, a cold drink on the seat between your legs and a medium can of Pringles rolling around on the seat next to you.
What the heck, at 70 mph, most cars are behind you most of the time, right?
This was our angry redneck neighbor at the beach house. He hugged his dog a lot...
Within the first 5 minutes of us arriving at the rental house, he strolled over, leaned on my car and announced that he was the "Neighborhood Watch" and then babbled on about how he was a local and we were just visitors, blah, blah. From that moment on, he became "Officer Douchebag".
Rokkin' Chevy Malibu, dude.